The Rockets of the Spirits Start

Fengyuan Continent, Caiyou City.

In a conference room of the government affairs building of the Alliance Headquarters, an old man with a goatee holding a long knife sat on the main seat with a serious expression, silently flipping through the urgent documents sent by the cities.

On both sides of the conference table, on the left sits a squat old man in a black suit with the Mediterranean Sea above his head, and on the other side is a thin, tall, 90-year-old man with age spots on his face.

At this moment, the three of them seemed to be in a stalemate, and no one was willing to speak first, resulting in the only thing left in the entire room.

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As time passed by, the old man with the goatee with the knife had handled all the documents on the table properly, and instructed the secretary to come in and take away the order that he had annotated.

Only then did he slowly raise his head, and turned his extremely sharp gaze towards the Mediterranean Sea and the tall and thin man, who were sitting calmly on both sides of the long table, and said in a hard, unhurried voice:

"Residents from all over the country have been relocated to temporary shelters, and everything is as we expected before."

"But the person in charge of finishing the plan, the three of us still haven't made a decision, and we can't continue to delay it any longer."

"Do you still want to wait until Shui Jing City is completely destroyed by Groudon and Kyogre!"

After listening to the words of the old man with the knife, sitting on the Mediterranean Sea to his right, his lips trembled twice, but in the end he didn't say anything.

But when the tall and thin old man on the left saw this, he immediately took out a so-called strength analysis chart from his pocket, spread it smoothly in front of the two of them, and said in a gentle tone:

"No matter how much you urge, it won't help. The current strength of the three of us old guys is no longer enough to resist the two divine beasts."

"Besides, the young people in the alliance also need experience, like Adam, Dawu, Michael, and Qianli. They should be able to replace us and resist the pressure brought by the beasts."

After hearing what the tall and thin old man said, the old man with the goatee holding the knife couldn't help but show a cold look on his serious face.

After knocking on the table with the scabbard, he pulled out the knife and chopped up the entire strength analysis chart. Looking at the expressionless two people, he sneered loudly:

"No wonder that old man Damalangi doesn't look down on us, and even dares to send someone to threaten me openly."

"When you encounter a divine beast, you will only ask young people to fight. You are all like a bastard. Are you still the top of the Fengyuan Alliance!"

Seeing the knife-wielding old man suddenly say these words, Mediterranean Sea obediently bowed his head and put on an expression that I knew I was wrong, but if you wanted me to go, I would definitely not go.

The tall and thin old man was completely different from the Mediterranean Sea. He stood up and slammed the table, looked directly at the sharp eyes of the old man with the knife, and sneered:

"Don't talk about Damalangi from Guandu, anyway, let's go to resist Groudon and Kyogre, we old guys won't agree!"

"Furthermore, who can be more like a **** than you? Damalan scared you to the ground with a single phone call. If you have the ability, go and block the two divine beasts first, and come back and teach us a lesson!"

"Do you know why many people didn't show up today? They all understand the shamelessness of you bastard. If you could implement what you said, we old guys wouldn't be so courageous!"

When the voice fell, the tall and thin old man ignored Mediterranean's dissuasion, turned around and strode towards the door of the conference room, spitting **** the floor.

Seeing the increasingly ruddy face of the old man with the knife, the Mediterranean Sea who was just about to stay and continue to discuss, didn't dare to stay in the room any longer at this time.

Standing up, he walked slowly to the door, and at the same time stared at the red carpet under his feet, turned his back to the old man with the knife with a simple and honest face, and persuaded in a low voice:

"You and I should both know what our generation looks like, so it's up to Dawu and his generation to surpass the Kanto Alliance."

Gu After saying this, the Mediterranean old man stroked his round belly and walked out of the conference room door quickly.

The old man with the goatee and the knife standing in front of the long table saw that he was the only one left in the whole room, and the anger he could not bear burst out immediately.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

After a neat and tidy slash to release the anger caused by the shame in the bottom of his heart, the old man with the goatee with the knife sat back in his seat and looked at the empty conference room of the alliance, his eyes suddenly exuded a tiredness. color, trembling as if confused, said:

"Ah, can I only let Dawu and the others do it?"

"Could it be that I'm really greedy for life and fear of death..."

As these few words were spoken, the old man with the knife suddenly turned cloudy and rainy. He stood up and walked to the small table next to him. He picked up the landline and dialed the number of the Alliance Police Department. He instructed in a serious tone:

"Inform the champion Daigo that the alliance has full authority over the matter of Groudon and Kyogre to him, and all the trainers can be dispatched at will by him."

"Be sure to drag the two divine beasts to Shui Jing City, and wait for the Rift Seat to come!"

After hanging up the phone, the old man with the knife held on to the table and let out a deep breath. His eyes couldn't help revealing a little worry. He walked back to his seat and looked at the map of Hoenn hanging on the wall. Inexplicably, the voice said with some firmness to himself:

"Since the old guys are useless, then I don't need to delay any longer. After all, if the stalemate continues like this, maybe the young people will also be affected. It's better to hand the alliance into the hands of Dawu as soon as possible."

"It's just Adam from the Liuli Gym, who is neither a young man nor an old guy, what should I do with him..."

……

The screen turned and came to Kanaz City, the commercial building of Devon Manufacturing Co., Ltd.

Sitting at the desk, Zvoch Hibiscus, smoking a cigar, listened with a very calm expression, and his subordinates reported the details of what happened in the conference room of the alliance just now.

But when the subordinate mentioned that the old man with the knife called and ordered the police department of the Alliance to make all the trainers cooperate with Dawu with all their strength~www.readwn.com~ Zivqi Hibiscus's face somehow extinguished the cigar and threw it into the ashtray, He said calmly:

"Inform the cleaning team to install some of the latest bugs in the private residences of those old guys, so that they won't be discovered."

After hearing Zivqi Hibiscus's order, the man in the suit who was standing upright in front of the desk put the documents in his hand that recorded the contents of the conversations of many high-ranking members of the alliance on the table, and bowed respectfully and said:

"Yes, President."

With his fingers tapping on the hibiscus of the seat armrest, he looked at the man in the suit who turned and left the room, his eyes couldn't help showing a faint dignified color, and then he pressed the black button hidden by the table, and said in a low voice:

"Kuroda, this incident about Groudon and Kyogre, let's not get involved in the German company."

"If Dago needs help, you can provide him with material assistance, but none of the trainers recruited by the company can go there."

After saying these words, Zivqi Hibiscus released the black button, held up the document on the table recording the conversation of the top officials of the alliance, glanced at it casually, and couldn't help thinking in his heart:

"Is it good for the entire Zvoch family to let Dawu's child take charge of the alliance..."

"Do those old guys really want to hand over the alliance completely to Dawu, or do they just need a puppet to accept their control..."

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