Pokemon Speechless

"Hey, boss, why are you so interested all of a sudden...ah, I see, it's you, long time no see."

"We haven't seen her for so many years. Xiaoling has grown into a big girl. Even the slave family doesn't recognize her."

Two people walked in one after another. The former had ocher hair and blue eyes. He had a small braid tied to one side. He was not tall and could even be said to be petite compared to his peers. However, no one could ignore the beauty hidden outside him. The explosive muscles under the coat and suit he wears. As a rare superpower in the world, coupled with the monster-like physical fitness, he can even go one-on-one with a fighting elf. ——You must know that most superpowers are not very good in physical fitness, just like the super-powered elves who generally have brittle skin and blood.

The latter was wearing a red kimono and holding a red paper umbrella. His orange hair was tied up high with a hairpin, and his bangs covered his left eye. He looked quite gentle, but he was hidden in the paper umbrella. Her long sword will make all those who despise her pay the price.

Two cadres who belong to the Port Mafia and whose status is just below the leader - Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Momiji.

The two of them were no strangers to Ling. Rather, before she embarked on her journey, they would see each other several times a month. Therefore, although Ling looked slender, in fact, he beat Lada Tu with his bare hands. She can still do it with wolves and dogs.

"Brother Chuuya, sister Hongye, long time no see." Ling turned around and nodded, "I am currently challenging the Johto League, so I came to Cerulean City to challenge the gym. Next to me is Shinji, a friend who is currently traveling with me."

"First meeting." Shinji stood up and bowed.

Nakahara Chuuya waved his hand and sat next to Ling, while Ozaki Momiji sat next to Mori Ogai and opposite Ling. At the same time, he glanced at Shinji without leaving any trace and said nothing.

"No wonder the boss called us over at this time." After finishing the meal, Nakahara Chuuya held up his hat, glanced at Shinji, and then turned his gaze to Ling, "Come to Cerulean City to challenge the gym at this time. You guys You really know how to choose the right time." He emphasized his tone specially at this time.

Ling smiled bitterly, holding a cup of hot cocoa in his hand: "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

"Okay, I understand," Nakahara Chuuya sighed, "If your luggage is packed, let's set off."

"It's been prepared a long time ago, Brother Zhongya, it's all in the bag." Ling Wuwu rubbed the side of the cup, tilted his head and glanced at his space backpack with his peripheral vision, "You can set off at any time."

Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows, looked at each other with Ozaki Momiji, drank the red wine in the glass in front of him, stood up and walked out: "Follow us."

Ozaki Momiji followed closely behind, holding a red umbrella and glancing at Shinji with a half-smile: "I hope... Xiaoling, the companion you choose is trustworthy enough, otherwise... hum."

Shinji glanced back and forth between the people in surprise, but Ling just sighed and said nothing.

From the beginning, after he met Sato Rintaro, he felt an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness. At that time, he just thought it was his illusion. His reason told him that Sato Rintaro was a relative of Ling and the gym leader, so he must be It was feasible, but this feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger after meeting Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Momiji, so strong that he could not ignore it.

And it peaked when I saw that cruise ship docked at the dock.

The setting sun is slowly sinking below the sea level, exuding its last afterglow at this moment. It should be a place where people come and go, but there are only sailors in uniforms coming and going beside the ship, as if they are carrying something, but they The movements were uniform and there was no communication - it was completely different from the feeling of taking a cruise ship when he traveled before. There were only slight sounds when the clothes rubbed and the boxes fell to the ground. When these sailors saw Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Momiji walking in front of them, they all knelt down and did not stand up until the two raised their hands.

Like, like, like an army, he thought.

"Ling..." Just as he was about to say something, he saw the person next to him raise his index finger, so he shut his mouth obediently.

"Don't talk yet. I will tell you everything after the boat sails. Then you can make your own decision." She spoke softly.

Ozaki Momiji was the first to board the ship, and he didn't know where he went. Nakahara Chuya led them to the door of the guest room in the ship and said: "You guys will stay here for the time being. You can still walk around before dark today, but after dark You'd better stay in the room, otherwise, I can't guarantee anything." He glanced at Shinji and then left.

After Ling and Shinji packed their luggage in this overly luxurious guest room, they sat face to face on the bed, looking at each other. Shinji wanted to ask something, but didn't know where to start.

In the end, Ling was the first to break the silence.

"You swear that I can trust you. You swear that you will not betray me no matter what you see next. You swear that you will not tell anyone what you will see next, including your brother." She She stared at him solemnly, with a serious look on her face - he had never seen her look so serious before.

Shinji looked at her for a moment and finally nodded.

"I swear." He said.

He had actually thought of something, and everything that followed was just to confirm some of his thoughts.

As the son of the Alliance's senior investigator, he didn't know... nothing.

"In that case," the expression on Ling's face softened, "then come with me, Shinji."

The two of them walked silently in the cabin. Shinji watched her move around the cabin with ease, as if she had been here many times (he strongly doubted whether this could be removed), and finally went down to the door of the warehouse, where she was standing. He stood there motionless with two sailors. When he saw them approaching, he bowed: "I'm sorry, Miss Ling, but..."

"I know." Ling took out a piece of paper from his bag and held it up in front of the two of them. Shinji couldn't see the content on it, but he vaguely felt that the paper seemed a little yellowed. "If you have this, you can is that OK?"

The two sailors immediately stood upright and opened the door for them: "You two, please."

"Thank you for your hard work," she nodded slightly to the two of them, "We will be out soon."

There were so many wooden boxes in the dark warehouse that they were stacked almost to the ceiling. Ling took out a flashlight from his bag and led Shinji to the nearest wooden box, turning on the light switch so that he could see clearly.

Shinji was suffocated for a moment when he saw the specific information written on the slip on the wooden box.

"Pikachu, pet type, 200 in total"

Shinji immediately turned around, and Ling handed over the flashlight as if he knew his reaction, and then he looked at other boxes.

"Nidoran, combat type, 100 pieces in total"

"Odachi, pets, 300 in total"

"Meili sheep, pets, 150 in total"

"Nura, combat type, 50 in total"

……

His guess was correct.

He stared blankly at the wooden boxes that almost filled the warehouse for a while, then turned off the flashlight and handed it back to Ling.

"Go back." He sighed, "Go back, Ling."

After returning to the room, Shinji just lay on the bed in a daze, standing aside and starting to make energy cubes as if nothing happened.

A long silence followed.

After Ling consumed all the materials in her bag, she spoke first: "I imagined that you might ask me if I have a quasi-god cub, and I also imagined that you might scold me for not distinguishing between black and white, and break up with me, but I didn't expect that. To the point where you won’t say anything.”

After she finished packing the energy cubes, she put the portion that belonged to Shinji's elf on the bedside table opposite him, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

At this time, Shinji seemed to have come back to his senses and focused his eyes on her, and then sat up.

"So..." He spoke with some difficulty, not knowing how to word it, "They, these sailors... no, Mr. Nakahara, no, Mr. Sato, they... are all... elf hunters?"

"That's not accurate," Ling chuckled, turning to look at the sea water dyed red by the setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "The word hunter is not worthy of uncle and the others."

"They are mafia."

Ling smoothed his hair, which was a little messy due to the sea breeze.

"In the name of the port, it is the only organization recognized and allowed to operate by the alliance."

"portmafia"