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Chapter 436 Mewtwo's Counterattack!

Chapter 436 Mewtwo's Counterattack!

Why is Sakaki here?

How could Chairman Loz have any connection with him?

Countless horrified questions exploded in Olive's mind, leaving her almost unable to think for a moment.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Lorze in front of her.

The president's back remained upright, and he even walked towards Sakaki.

Olive quickly composed herself and followed.

President Loz must have his reasons for doing this.

In any case, all I need to do is offer my full support from behind!

She quickly adjusted her expression, reverting to her cool and capable secretary persona, and followed closely behind Lorz.

However, a lingering sense of solemnity remained deep in his eyes.

Before them, two giants who should have been on opposing sides, representing the legitimate order of the region and the pinnacle of the underworld respectively, completed a historic meeting on the rooftop where dusk and night met.

"President Rose, it's an honor to meet you! Hahaha!"

Sakaki spoke first, a bright smile on his face, and extended his hand.

However, even when he smiled, his angular face with deep nasolabial folds always gave people a sense of sinister and unfathomable depth.

A smile doesn't bring warmth; instead, it adds to the chill.

There was no obvious smile on Loz's face; he was calm to the point of indifference.

He extended his hand and lightly shook hands with Sakaki's, the pressure just right and the duration exactly two seconds, neither impolite nor lacking in distance.

His voice was steady, revealing little emotion: "I'm also very happy to meet you, Sakaki... Master."

The clear utterance of the title "Master" caused a subtle pause in the atmosphere for half a second.

Sakaki's smile remained unchanged, but rather deepened slightly, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.

"Master of the Pavilion... Hehe, it's been a long time since I've heard that title."

He withdrew his hand, his tone carrying a hint of wistful nostalgia.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me that. It makes me nostalgic for the days when I was teaching those young trainers at the Viridian Gym."

Within the Rockets organization, he is naturally addressed as "Leader" or "BOSS," while the title "Gym Leader Giovanni" has long since become a thing of the past with the exposure of his identity and the issuance of the international arrest warrant.

Loz is still using this title, perhaps as a deliberate test, or perhaps to avoid using "leader".

This type of vocabulary carries the connotation of acknowledging their underground identity.

Or perhaps it's just a convenient, albeit awkward, term.

After all, calling him by his first name would seem too familiar, while "Mr. Sakaki" would not be enough to match the sense of pressure he exudes.

Loz did not respond to Giovanni's somewhat teasing reply, nor did he offer any explanation or attempt to correct the form of address.

He simply turned to the side, making an inviting gesture, his tone remaining calm: "It's windy outside, please come inside and discuss this further."

Sakaki's lips curled into a half-smile, and he didn't dwell on the issue of how to address him.

He nodded slightly, and with the real bird behind him, followed Lorz into the private passage leading into the building.

Olive lagged half a step behind, her gaze sweeping warily over the backs of Sakaki and Masato, as well as the cat boss that followed closely at Masato's feet, before following them inside.

The passageway leads directly to the president's exclusive office area on the top floor of the Marocomont Energy Building.

Throughout the process, no other employees were encountered, and the security system had been prepared to remain silent.

Sakaki's arrival was like a drop of water falling into the ocean, causing no ripples whatsoever, and he was perfectly hidden in the deepest part of this colossal building.

The office is so spacious it's almost empty, and the decor is a blend of modern minimalism and Gallerian classical elements.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there is the dazzling night view of Motogakure City and the deep darkness of the distant wilderness.

The reception area is furnished with several genuine leather sofas that look quite expensive.

Loz and Sakaki sat down facing each other on the sofa.

Masato silently stood in the shadows behind Sakaki, his posture upright, his gaze fixed straight ahead, yet he took in all the movements in the room.

Olive did not immediately stand up to serve, but instead turned and walked toward the tea room next door.

She had to personally prepare drinks and snacks for this type of "guest" and could not entrust the task to any third party who might leak the information.

Sakaki seemed completely unconcerned about these details. He leaned back on the wide, soft back of the sofa, relaxed, and even lazily crossed his legs.

His posture didn't resemble that of a visitor to the enemy's headquarters, but rather that of a master reviewing a subordinate's report, naturally exuding an invisible aura of control.

Instead of immediately getting to the point, Sakaki started the conversation in a casual tone, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the sofa.

"President Rose, I heard... you went to the Hammerlocke Arena this morning to watch an interesting match?"

Loz felt a slight chill run down his spine.

So fast?

Is Sakaki so well-informed?

Although his meeting with Xia Chi at the medical center was not top secret, the fact that Giovanni was able to grasp it in such a short time and pinpoint the details accurately was enough to show that Team Rocket's intelligence network in Galar was much deeper than he had imagined.

Is this a test?

Or is it simply a show of force, demonstrating its intelligence capabilities?

No, Lorz quickly dismissed the first idea.

If Sakaki were truly extremely bothered by his contact with Natsumi, or even suspected a possible collaboration between them, he wouldn't be here today.

This is more like an opening remark, a way to set the tone for the conversation—I know what you're up to, and we're having this conversation on the premise of equal information.

Thinking of this, Lorz remained calm and nodded frankly: "That's true. This is an excellent opportunity to observe his recent movements."

Sakaki suddenly leaned forward slightly, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "Oh? Just observing the match? I thought President Rose was using this opportunity to discuss something deeper with Natsumi... like... exploring the possibility of cooperation?"

With the topic brought up directly, Lorz felt an invisible pressure creeping in.

He didn't immediately deny or admit it, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "I... gave him a chance."

This statement is ambiguous. It could be an admission that they tried to recruit Xia Chi, or it could be interpreted as giving Xia Chi the opportunity to join or learn about the plan, but he refused.

Sakaki narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to pierce through Loz's calm exterior and reach his true thoughts.

Loz met his gaze calmly, his eyes showing no evasion or excessive emotional fluctuation, only a deep calm and determination.

The air between the two seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Finally, it was Sakaki who broke the brief silence.

He chuckled softly, leaned back on the sofa, shook his head, and said with a hint of wistfulness and a barely perceptible mockery in his voice, "President Lotz is a smart man. You should know what you're doing right now, and understand what meeting me here today means. Once you take this step, there's no turning back, is there?"

Lorz secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sakaki did not dwell on the issue of Natsumi, which indicates that the other party is open to cooperation and that the previous probing was more to confirm his determination and stance.

He nodded slowly, his voice low and firm: "I understand. From the moment I decided to launch that plan for the future of Galar, I was mentally prepared to bear everything, so..."

He paused, looked directly at Sakaki, and stated his conditions: "I am willing to offer sufficient sincerity for this collaboration."

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"Oh?"

Sakaki raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued, and leaned forward slightly, adopting a listening posture.

"What kind of sincerity do you intend? I would like to hear the details."

Loz said in a deep voice, "Except for the ultimate control of 'Eternatus,' which must be held by me, or rather, by the Galar League, everything else... I can share with you as compensation for Team Rocket's assistance this time."

He listed: "I can transfer a portion of the shares of the Marocmon Group to you. In addition, I can use my influence and resources to provide protection for the Rockets' development in the Galar region. You can obtain a stable and secure base, as well as legal channels for business expansion."

Marocomón Group is a world-class behemoth; even a few percent of its shares are worth enough to make any organization envious.

The protection afforded by the Galar region is a godsend for Team Rocket, who are currently under intense scrutiny from Interpol and regional alliances and whose space for maneuver is being constantly squeezed.

However, after hearing this, Sakaki only let out a faint, ambiguous laugh through his nose.

"Is this what Chairman Loz meant by 'sufficient sincerity'?"

Sakaki's voice turned cold, and the playfulness in his eyes disappeared.

Loz frowned. "Isn't that enough? As far as I know, the Rockets have practically nowhere to go in the Kanto and Johto regions. Even in other areas, the League's bounty will make things very difficult for you. As for the shares in the Maroccomont Group..."

Forgive my bluntness, but even 10% would be enough to rebuild ten more Rockets teams.

The Marocomón Group is not only renowned in the Galar region, but is also one of the world's largest manufacturing giants.

Along with Devon Corporation of the Hoenn region and Silph Company of the Kanto region, they are known as the three starter Pokémon companies that produce items.

And this is just in the manufacturing sector; Maroccomont is a giant in energy, real estate, mining... these industries that control the economic lifeline of a region.

That's the source of Loz's confidence in saying that.

Giovanni simply replied casually, "The Rockets don't lack money. As long as Xia Chi isn't around, making money won't be difficult for the Rockets."

The saying "If my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary" probably describes this principle.

Isn't that how Silver Company gained control?

Therefore, Lorze's condition held no appeal for Sakaki.

"As for the Rockets' development and protection..."

Giovanni stood up, his demeanor suddenly sharpening: "As long as Xia Chi disappears, where in this vast world can't Team Rocket find its place?"

The office was silent, with only the faint sounds of city noise coming from afar outside the window.

Olive carried in the prepared black tea and snacks, and quietly entered. She gently placed the exquisite bone china tea set on the coffee table between the two of them, and then retreated like a shadow to stand behind and to the side of Loz. The whole process was without making a sound.

Masahiro's gaze lingered on her for a brief moment before shifting away.

After a long silence, Loz finally spoke, his voice tinged with caution: "All of this is predicated on Xia Chi disappearing. You...are you really that confident?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "grasp," looking directly at Sakaki, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Xia Chi's current strength is evident to all.

Boasting three top-tier legendary Pokémon—Reshiram, Milton, and Grimmsnarl—their main team's strength is consistently at the champion level, and they even showcased the fusion of the three legendary birds in the Unova tournament.

Even with the ultimate trump card, Eterna, Rose wouldn't dare claim certain victory against such an opponent; he could only hope for overwhelming power once the plan succeeded.

What makes Sakaki so confident?

Faced with Loz's questioning, Sakaki was not angry at all; instead, a cold smile mixed with arrogance appeared on his face.

He sat back down on the sofa, picked up the black tea that Olive had just poured, and took a small sip.

"I said, he was lucky last time in the United States."

Giovanni put down his teacup, his voice low and deep, "But this time, we have Mewtwo, and... that treasure. Xia Chi will absolutely not escape my grasp!"

"Mewtwo?"

Loz keenly caught the unfamiliar name and a thought struck him.

"Is this the 'man-made legend' you mentioned last time?"

As for the "treasure" in the second half of the sentence, Loz was even more puzzled.

What could be the "treasure" that Giovanni so solemnly mentioned and considered sufficient to counter or even suppress Natsumi's lineup?

Is it related to a specific, powerful legendary Pokémon?

Or is it some kind of ancient relic that has been transformed by advanced technology?

Based on their theoretical strength, if Team Rocket successfully controls the artificial legendary Pokémon "Mewtwo," coupled with that mysterious "treasure," and Eternatus, which might awaken and be controlled after their plan succeeds...

The combined efforts of the three parties theoretically created an overwhelming advantage over Xia Chi Que Ying.

Loz was not completely convinced by Giovanni's confidence. He remained calm and slowly said, "Last time in the Unova region, your organization joined forces with Team Plasma. The array was also quite luxurious, but the final result... I'm sure Leader Giovanni remembers it well. It's best not to speak too confidently. Xia Chi is someone who can always create unexpected miracles."

Sakaki's facial muscles twitched almost imperceptibly, and his eyes instantly sharpened like knives, but that anger only flashed by for a moment before being covered by a deeper, colder chill.

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled softly at Kia.

"President Lotz is right."

Sakaki spoke slowly, leaning back and crossing his legs again, regaining his composed and in control demeanor.

"Therefore, in order to lay a stronger foundation for our cooperation, and to give Chairman Loz greater confidence in the guarantee..."

He tilted his head slightly and instructed the solemnly standing figure behind him, "Makoto, show Chairman Rose the record of Mewtwo's awakening."

"Yes, Chief."

True Bird respectfully responded and stepped forward.

She raised her wrist and quickly made a few movements on her watch.

"Buzz"

With a soft buzzing sound, a beam of extremely clear holographic projection shot out from the side of the watch, rolling in the air in front of Loz and forming a virtual light screen about half a person's height.

Loz's attention was immediately drawn to it; he leaned forward slightly and focused his gaze intently on the screen.

The projector starts playing.

The image shows an extremely large, technologically advanced, silver-white laboratory.

Dozens of researchers dressed in white dust suits gathered on the observation platform in the central area of ​​the laboratory. Their faces were slightly flushed with excitement and fervor, and their eyes were fixed intently on the central area below.

There stands a cylindrical, transparent culture chamber that is nearly ten meters high and more than three meters in diameter.

The cabin was filled with a faintly glowing, pale blue nutrient solution.

In the center of the nutrient solution, the figure of a Pokémon is clearly visible.

It was a Pokémon that was almost humanoid, but with a slender and agile body, full of streamlined beauty.

Its body is silver-gray, with purple, nerve-like tubes extending from its tail and the back of its head.

At this moment, it was curled up like a baby, its eyes closed, immersed in the nutrient solution, motionless.

Loz's pupils contracted slightly.

Even through the image, he could feel a chill emanating from that Pokémon's body, a chill unlike that of legendary Pokémon.

This is... Mewtwo?

Even a single image of someone asleep can create a sense of unease and pressure.

The video continues.

An elderly man with gray hair and thick glasses appeared.

Lortz recognized him as Blair, the former chief scientist of the Rockets, who was later wanted by the authorities.

With trembling, excited fingers, Blair solemnly pressed a prominent red button in front of the control panel.

"Buzz"

A soft white light illuminated the inside of the culture chamber, and the nutrient solution began to boil slightly, with the circulation accelerating.

Inside the capsule, Mewtwo and Jeya seemed to tremble slightly.

The next moment, its eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened wide.

Its purple pupils were like the deepest universe, containing no trace of the confusion or bewilderment of a newborn infant, only a cold, sharp light that seemed to pierce through all matter and spirit.

And a complex and indescribable emotional confusion?

anger?

Or perhaps it's... a questioning of one's own existence?

"We did it! We did it!"

"Ω-73 has woken up! Vital signs are stable!"

"The energy readings are skyrocketing! My God, this fluctuation..."

"Exceeded the predicted peak! And it's still rising!"

A deafening cheer and excited shouts erupted from the observation platform, and the researchers embraced each other and wept.

Years of hard work and forbidden desires seemed to have borne fruit at this moment.

However, the joy lasted for less than ten seconds.

The awakened Mewtwo slowly turned its neck, its cold gaze sweeping over the people around it who were ecstatic about its "birth".

Its eyes held no gratitude, no curiosity, only indifference, and a growing, unsettling undercurrent.

Suddenly, it seemed displeased with the incubation chamber that confined it.

It made no obvious movements, except that a flash of blue light suddenly appeared in its purple pupils.

"Bang--!"

The loud bang sounded muffled and terrifying, even through the video and audio recording equipment.

The specially designed training chamber, made of high-strength composite materials and capable of withstanding countless full-force attacks from a Champion-level Pokémon, instantly shattered into countless fragments.

Pale blue nutrient solution mixed with fragments of the hull cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing freely across the laboratory floor.

Mewtwo hovered in mid-air, the liquid on its body quickly evaporated by an invisible force field.

It looked down at its own hands, then looked up at the researchers who were stunned by the sudden change, their joy instantly replaced by fear.

Loz was startled and almost stood up from the sofa. What terrifying mental power.

That kind of instantaneous physical destruction, purely caused by willpower, has reached an unbelievable level in terms of intensity and control precision.

He is a powerful trainer with exceptional eyesight.

He was certain that even the Sinnoh Elite Four leader, one of the world's strongest Psychic-type trainers, could not compare to the full power of the Psychic-type Pokémon in the video, especially the newly awakened Mewtwo.

This damage was caused by a single, unconscious, or casual glance after it woke up.

The researchers in the laboratory finally recovered from their shock as a piercing alarm blared throughout the space.

The emergency procedures were activated, and several energy emission ports hidden in the ceiling and walls popped up instantly.

Energy currents radiating a powerful binding force shot out from all directions like a spider web towards Mewtwo, which was suspended in mid-air, attempting to restrain and control it.

The energy current successfully hit Mewtwo, weaving into a shimmering electric net that enveloped it.

Mewtwo's body seemed to pause slightly, and its hovering height decreased a little.

Is it under control?

Loz held his breath.

The prize was awarded, but only for a second.

Mewtwo raised its head again, this time with a clear hint of irritation and anger in its eyes.

It didn't even make any attempt to break free; instead, the invisible superpower field around it exploded like a lake being thrown into Jishi.

"Sizzle—!"

The blue binding electric grid broke apart inch by inch like fragile threads, and the terrifying invisible psychic power expanded rapidly in all directions in a sphere centered on Mewtwo.

Wherever it passed, sturdy lab benches were twisted into pretzel shapes, sophisticated instruments and equipment shattered instantly like crumpled pieces of paper, and thick alloy walls caved inward.

The researchers didn't even have time to scream before they were swept away by this irresistible storm of psychic power and thrown into the distant ruins of the wall, their fate unknown.

Even the surveillance cameras that recorded everything were completely destroyed on the verge of exploding with telekinesis.

The screen shook violently, eventually turning into a flurry of static and piercing noise before going completely black.

The video ends.