He is a streamer and a part-time Pokémon trainer.

“Collections that don’t just lie there in the showroom are meaningless!”

"Go to hell and repent!"

Gilru could no longer maintain his character as a gentleman too early. He no longer had the wealth that allowed him to laugh even after a tragic defeat in the original work. He took out another remote control from his pocket with trembling hands and tried to force it. Press the red button.

"Well...this thing can detonate the self-destruct chip planted in Mewtwo's skull by Dr. Fuji!"

"Although I feel a little distressed...but! Defective products should be destroyed!"

"Anyway, as long as the core technology is there, it is not impossible to create Mewtwo again!"

"Give me a good reflection!"

Unfortunately, Gilruta's fingers did not successfully touch the switch. In just a moment, he felt that his body was frozen and he could no longer move at all.

Then, he watched Chaomeng leisurely walk up to him, opened his clenched palms, took out the remote control, looked at it carefully, and when he squeezed it hard, it turned into ashes.

Immediately afterwards, a very human and contemptuous sneer appeared on Chaomeng's face.

He stretched out his hand with only three fingers and fumbled around the back of his head with a slight hesitation. After a few seconds, the mortal fingers were like sharp blades, piercing his head hard, and then pulled it out hard. A strange chip the size of a coin.

The wound on the back of his head healed like new in an instant. Chaomeng casually threw away the "bloody" chip and cast an extremely aggressive gaze on Gilruta unscrupulously.

"you..."

"What do you want to do!"

"Give it all to me!"

"Teach him! As a beast created by humans, he must be aware of being a tool! Tools that try to resist will have no other end than being crushed and abandoned!"

This clearly sounds like a meaningless and harsh word thrown out by a lack of confidence.

Mrs. Gilrut is not crazy.

For him, "Mewtwo" is a collection and a tool. He even ordered his scientists to create superpowers that can separate Mewtwo and use it for other purposes to achieve many magical effects, and the research was successful.

The instantaneous movement that allows the entire Flying Palace to shift is the result of this research.

What he wants is the effect. As for how Mewtwo feels about being used as a large battery to draw blood, he doesn't care much.

Do humans care what they think about the paintings and sculptures they collect?

This is what Gilruta thinks - there is no need to say that he is abusing Pokémon, even if the opponent is a living human being, he will still not show mercy.

This is the unique ruthlessness of "big men".

The high-end technology that Dr. Fuji possesses is not only the "God-Creation Project". He also has full use of the important prerequisite skill "Clone" of the "God-Creation Project".

With such a convenient and fast way, Guiruta would naturally not use it. With his status and financial resources, it is not difficult to obtain some Pokémon genes with good qualifications, excellent races, and perfect individuals.

If this kind of Pokémon were traded through formal channels, the price would remain high. Even with the financial resources of a "collector", it would be impossible to arm them on a large scale and catch them in the wild. It would be a rare sight in hundreds of years. The probability of winning is not much different from winning the lottery.

But if cloning technology is used... the cost will be reduced to an acceptable level.

Of course, "cloning technology" does not come out of thin air, and it also requires resource investment, so that high-quality Pokémon will not become useless and can be seen everywhere, but this sudden drop in cost allowed Gilruta to have a terrifying cloned Pokémon. The Kemen Army.

He armed his loyal dogs with this cloned Pokémon.

As a noble of a small country in Western Europe, Gilruta has a "household servant", and because of his strong financial resources, there is naturally no shortage of trainers of decent quality to work for him.

Following his order, the already aggressive men in white uniforms threw the elf balls in a well-trained manner.

It almost covers the first to fifth generations. It seems to be extremely well-bred, has fierce eyes, and is good at fighting. All the Pokémon that are released are this kind of Pokémon. There are no species with a racial value lower than [-], and neither the Yusanjia nor the Quasi-God... It's extremely rare.

Mo Qiu was unmoved and still sat on the chair. He even took out a bottle of sports drink from nowhere and drank it. He handed a bottle to Ruyue, who was standing behind him with a nervous look on his face.

"Okay, it's okay. I'll be the main attacker in this game today."

"No need to be so tight."

"Go and pull up a chair and sit down. Let's take a look at the excitement first - I guess I'll still have to fight, but there's no rush."

Ruyue's tensed expression instantly relaxed, and she even blushed slightly as she took the sports drink handed over by Mo Qiu. She obediently pulled up a chair and sat down beside Mo Qiu.

They were only one bag of popcorn away from the young couples watching the movie in the cinema.

I have to say that Gilruta's counterattack did look powerful, but it was a bit stupid...

Mo Qiu didn't sit down for long before he stood up in a cold sweat.

"This guy is a fool. Let's go, Ruyue, find another place..."

"Hey, Nido, Feiyun, Gengar, retreat!"

"It's going to collapse here!"

Yes, the environment they are currently in is still the largest collection room in the Flying Palace, and it is also the place that Gilruta likes to stay the most.

but...

These hundreds of Pokémon appeared in an instant, not to mention the load-the aircraft's load might not be that weak, but the moves they fired at random were already a bit overwhelmed by this kind of flying palace.

Mo Qiu was keenly aware of this and called his main force to leave first.

As expected, not long after he stepped out of the Flying Palace and jumped off the large aircraft with agility, a loud noise came from the Flying Palace.

A local collapse occurred at a certain location. Not long after, under the protection of a group of loyal dogs, Gilruta ran out in disgrace. What is surprising is... the Pokémon that originally belonged to the clone army , did not follow their master at this time.

Outside the Flying Palace, there is warm sunshine and humid sea breeze - this is indeed an island, and the teleportation location is not far from the seaside.

The surrounding terrain is relatively flat, and it may be a teleportation point modified by Gilruta, but as the distance becomes slightly farther, there are dense forests full of primitive flavor, and further away there are rough sandy beaches and the endless sea.

Not long after the Collector's escape team saw the light of day again, a silver-white figure broke through the smoke and dust, suspended in mid-air, and looked down at these miserable humans.

Behind him, hundreds of cloned Pokémon were arrayed one after another. They were originally the high-level army that came to encircle and suppress Mewtwo, but now they seemed to have become their followers.

Mo Qiu is really not surprised by this - the Collector is such a piss-poor, how gentle can the people under him be to Pokémon? These cloned beings must be used as tools, and even if Chaomeng is no longer Unfortunately, it is still artificially created, and its current state is not complete. Even because Dr. Fuji's incomplete technical genes are still flawed, he is also a first-class god.

The so-called gods have a suppressive power over Pokémon based on blood. This is something engraved in the DNA of almost all Pokémon, and it is difficult to change.

In addition, this Mewtwo's specialty is superpowers, so it should be effortless to communicate with these Pokémon - on one side is the master who abuses him, and on the other side is the god revered in his bloodline. This choice is not difficult to make.

In the original anime, Mewtwo did have an army of cloned Pokémon under his command. Although they came from unknown sources, they were similar in nature.

What happened next was a bit horrific. Originally, the Poke Balls owned by trainers had certain control over Pokémon, but Mo Qiu watched helplessly as those Poke Balls exploded with a casual wave of Chaomeng's hand. Shattered and scattered in the wind, these cloned Pokémon also lost their last shackles.

So, the form is reversed.

Under the siege of these cloned Pokémon with good levels and qualifications, Gillota and his minions fled in panic, but they didn't get very far before they were "tools" and "collectibles" in their eyes. Toppled to the ground, unable to rise again.

Among them, Gilruta glanced desperately at Chaomeng who was standing in front of him with a murderous look, and turned to glare at Mo Qiu with unreasonable eyes.

"Do you know what you did!"

"You unleashed the devil!"

"I want to see how you end up! I want to see how you end up!"

"Without my control, do you know what kind of damage he will cause to this world!"

"Do you think he will be grateful to you? He will kill you!"

"He is a heartless monster and can only be used as a tool. What do you know!"

"You will not end well!"

This was clearly on the verge of despair, and Mo Qiu didn't take it to heart.

Just after Gilruta said these few words, he felt his breath suffocate, and his whole body was bound by an invisible force, and then he was pulled into the sky.

"Woo, uh uh uh!"

The overwhelming power of thought was like an invisible giant hand, pinching Gilruta's throat, holding it, and hanging it in mid-air.

At the same time, his entire face turned red, as if he couldn't breathe, and there were obvious marks on his body, which were the masterpieces of mental power chains. Chaomeng, who had a fierce look on his face, flicked his finger and formed a chain of mental power. The steel needle shot into Gilruta's body.

Gilruta's expression twitched. The aristocratic young man who had been pampered since childhood had never suffered like this, but...he couldn't make a sound.

Mewtwo's telekinesis transformed into a very familiar helmet, which Gilruta put on.

Then, the second needle...and the third needle.

"Repaying him with his own way... He really holds a grudge, but I quite like this kind of character."

"There is absolutely no need to play the trick of repaying evil with kindness against the enemy. Being ruthless is not a shortcoming."

Mo Qiu watched the Collector's suffering unmoved, holding his shoulders, motionless, with no intention of interfering at all.

Because he felt that Mewtwo was not what Gilruta said, but that he just had a cruel heart. If this was true, then Gilruta would suffer even more severe torture.

As for now - is it too much?

It's not excessive. The pain Chaomeng suffered was definitely several times greater than this level.

but...

When 127 telepathy needles penetrated Gilruta's body, Mo Qiu frowned, but still stepped towards Mewtwo's direction.

It's okay to be angry and vent, but this collector is not a good person, and he is not afraid that this scene will be too bloody when it is broadcast - he has temporarily turned off the broadcast since he escaped from the Flying Palace.

Because there is very likely to be a fierce battle with Chaomeng next, Mo Qiu has some trump cards, which are even more outrageous than Captain Yan Guo, and are unlikely to be broadcast.

Just like a medical student who stabbed a person 27 times, avoiding all vital points and only causing minor injuries in the end, Chaomeng's understanding of the human body and control of force are also very subtle.

These more than 100 telekinesis needles did not cause too serious injuries to Gilruta - not even much bleeding. He avoided the areas with dense blood vessels and specially selected some pain-sensitive zones, which tortured Gilruta. Too ecstatic.

The reason why Mo Qiu watched the show for a while before coming forward was because he could feel that Gilruta's spirit was about to collapse.

Yes, it’s not like Mo Qiu couldn’t stand and talk without pain in his back. This kind of pain is really not that hard for him who practices martial arts, but as mentioned above, you can’t expect a young master from a noble family to endure it. What a strong will.

Gilruta even felt that every telekinesis needle that came out of his body took away part of his life. He felt that the wounds all over his body were gurgling with unstoppable blood. He also felt that it was difficult to breathe and his lungs were burning. , the mental chains on his body almost broke all his bones.

His physical condition was actually far from that bad, but due to his own illusions and Mewtwo's silent oppression, Gilruta was already running around in front of his eyes.

"I said... that's about it."

"He can't die yet. Give him to me and I will make him receive the punishment he deserves."

"He made a lot of noise this time. I need to throw him out and take the blame and try to eliminate the impact as much as possible."

"His spirit is about to collapse. No one will believe me if I throw a lunatic out to take the blame."

Mo Qiu put his hand on Chaomeng's shoulder, but Chaomeng ignored his words and only mechanically generated telepathy needles. The smile on his face was a bit gloomy and cruel.

Mo Qiu frowned, used strength in his hands, and forced Chaomeng to take a step back.

"I said! That's enough!"

He also darkened his face, clenched his fists, and there was anger in his tone.

Chaomeng carried Mo Qiu on his back, grinned silently and without hesitation, turned around and punched Mo Qiu in the chest.

Chaomeng's physical attack type also has 110. Although he is not that malicious towards Mo Qiu, this punch is not aimed at killing his life, leaving a lot of room for his hands, but even so, the offensive power of this punch is not Very strong.

This was a heavy blow from a first-level god. Even Mo Qiu, whose physical fitness was already frightening, couldn't help but feel a burst of energy in his chest, blood surged, and his breathing was a little unsmooth.

It was precisely because Mo Qiu's wave guide did not feel Chaomeng's murderous intention and at the same time anticipated the power of this punch that he chose to take it hard.

"I have never believed that there is any empathy in this world, so I cannot understand the pain you suffer, but I understand your desire for revenge."

"Because of the bad impression left on you by a scumbag like Gilruta, it is normal for you to be hostile to creatures like humans."

"Let you vent your emotions, no problem, I'll give you this punch..."

Before Mo Qiu finished speaking, he saw Chaomeng frowning angrily, and with a speed and power that was three points faster than before, he retracted his fist, punched out, and punched Mo Qiu's chest again.

At this moment, Mo Qiu's throat felt sweet and her eyes felt dark. She took a deep breath and gradually recovered.

This time he no longer had to worry about Gilruta, whether he could be merciful, or whether he should take the blame. Everything was easy to discuss.

He just gradually moved the corners of his mouth, grinning widely towards the base of his ears, revealing a somewhat exaggerated smile.

At the same time, other emotions gradually faded away from his eyes, leaving only undisguised malice.

"I gave you the last punch. I keep my word and I won't argue with you."

"But this punch... you have to work for me for at least ten years to pay it back!"

Chaomeng seemed to be puzzled as to why this man was so persistent in blocking his way, but his nature did not allow him to bow his head.

It was true that the young man in front of him had cooperated with him once, but if it came to a matter of principle, Chaomeng would never give in.

Thinking like this, Chaomeng finally showed some murderous intent. His fists were covered with a thin layer of superpower energy, and at the same time, he forged countless ferocious spiritual blades.

Mewtwo, who looked like Wolverine, waved his hand wrapped in a spiritual blade, clenched his palm, and stabbed Mo Qiu's heart.

but...