The Rockets of the Spirits Start

The autumn wind swept across the leaves, and in a blink of an eye it was the end of October.

The headquarters of the Little Orange Island Alliance has cleared the misunderstanding with Hoenn Alliance President Ogo by phone, and then sits in the central office to monitor the implementation of the overall plan.

At this time, he was strolling leisurely in the forest path full of peach and peach fruit trees. He silently surrounded the master ball imprisoning Lugia with the tip of his right finger. At the same time, there was a bit of silence in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"The undefended Sanshi Village is a hidden danger after all. Let's send Hideyoshi back early and bring everyone in the village to the archipelago."

"Well, the publicity of the archipelago tour can't be left behind. It seems that Menyan and the others have to hurry up and get out the archipelago daily that really belongs to the alliance."

After thinking carefully and properly in my mind, I looked up at the still warm sun in October in the south.

For some reason, the roadside obviously lost its vitality, and the golden yellow dead leaves that fell on the ground, together with the first day that just rose in the early morning, suddenly made Nobunaga feel a little anxious and irritable in the bottom of his heart.

"The daily life of a trainer is nothing more than the careful cultivation of elves, coupled with appropriate and rich battles."

"The days when I can only stay at the headquarters, eat with the elves and wait to die, are too hard for me, a trainer from a low-level civilian."

After slightly bending over and sighing after saying these words, he remembered today's internal alliance document, which was still placed on his desk, waiting for Nobunaga, who was expedited.

Forcibly spitting out the annoyance in his heart, he held the mythical beast Lugia in his hand, a master ball that could be called a strategic weapon.

After taking back the ordinary cowhide backpack around his waist, he quickly walked towards the landmark building of the Orange Alliance, the 33rd-floor government building.

But just because it was early in the morning, the Union officials who came to work energetically overlapped with Nobunaga's way back to the room...

"Mr. President, good morning."

"morning."

Lu Yu's subordinates greeted him respectfully. After two months of familiarity with the president's life, Nobunaga smiled and nodded, patted their shoulders in an encouraging response, and walked past the building.

Take the privileged elevator to the top floor and push open the brown iron-wood door of your office with one hand.

Nobunaga sat on the mahogany chair with a calm and leisurely face, picked up a document and was about to open it.

The landline phone placed on the table suddenly rang out of nowhere.

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Displayed as the number of the Kanto Alliance Headquarters?"

Holding a stack of thick paper in his left hand, he looked at the text in the notes on the phone screen, frowned and recited this sentence seriously and silently.

The expression in his eyes suddenly became strange again, and the corner of his mouth was raised as if thinking of something, Nobunaga picked up the telephone receiver with his right hand, put it to his ear without haste, and said in a low voice with a public-to-public attitude:

"Hey, this is the Orange Alliance headquarters."

(Quiet…)

"Nobunaga, I'm Damalanchi, you should have heard of it and know my name."

A calm voice came out through the microphone. Seeing the old president of the Guandu Alliance, he pushed the pressure back to his side. Then he complimented and said:

"Ah, it turns out to be the famous President Damalan, please forgive my rudeness just now."

"However, did you take the initiative to make this call? Could it be the brutal war going on in the Guandu area, and is there any nasty problem?"

Hearing that Nobunaga pays attention to etiquette on the surface, in fact, he pretends to be surprised to open the door.

I had long guessed that this telephone exchange would not be so smooth, Damalanqi picked up the teacup and blew the heat from it, then gently stroked his silver-white wild lion beard, and gradually revealed a helpless and domineering smile on his face. With a slightly sighed tone, he said:

"The former Guandu Alliance wanted criminal, the senior cadre of the Rockets, and now he has also taken the position of the Alliance President. It is really progress of the times to be able to discuss important matters on an equal footing with me."

Although Damalanqi was on the phone, he sighed and sneered at the black history, but Nobunaga's face did not change much, but his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Do you want to use this to point out the facts and ask for a return from the Kanto Alliance for acquiescing to the independence of the islands..."

Nobunaga, who was sitting upright on the chair, calmly squeezed the pen at hand, and replied with a smile:

"After all, the world needs dreams. I've been looking forward to being a member of the league since I was a child."

It was still a non-nutritious answer, facing Nobunaga's extremely sophisticated Taijiquan method.

I know clearly that if I express it in words, this guy from the bottom-level Rocket Team who is a wanted criminal will probably use this way of going around in circles to chat with him until it is dark.

Calmly put down the purple sand teacup in his hand, looked at the landline phone with the hands-free button turned on, and said coldly with a restrained and expressionless expression:

"Since I dare to give you a chance, it means that I have enough ability to take back these things at any time, so don't be too smart in doing things, Nobunaga."

Aware of the change in Ma Lanqi's tone~www.readwn.com~ I knew in my heart that this was the ultimatum he gave, and the Nobunaga who threatened himself and the archipelago.

He lowered his head and wiped off the ink in his palm with the document, and after quickly thinking about several coping methods in his mind, the expression in his eyes gradually turned helpless.

"Just tell me what you want me to do."

Damalanchi, who had become a little powerless because of his age, saw Nobunaga finally gave the answer he wanted, and he couldn't help leaning back in the chair, and heaved a sigh of relief.

After a tactical pause for a few seconds, as an old fox who is familiar with negotiation strategies, Damalan posed the majesty that belonged to him alone as the president of the Guandu Alliance, and spoke to the phone word by word and said seriously:

"Tomorrow is the day of the final battle between the Alliance and the Rockets. I hope you can rush to the light red forest in person, secretly help the Alliance's main force to win the Rockets' remnants, and kill some of the disobedient ones for me..."

Damalan didn't finish the last half of his sentence, but Nobunaga, who was very experienced in this kind of black work, instantly understood what he meant.

Under the premise of helping the Alliance win the war, will we silently eliminate the backbone of the family faction...

And through the exchange of interests, let me, an outsider of the Orange Alliance, make a move, without giving any chance to fall into the ground. The strongest president of the Guandu Alliance is really ruthless...

"The rewards of friendship will be offset. I will arrive at the light red forest tomorrow morning at the latest, and I will never leave anything behind."

Hearing Nobunaga's cold-blooded reply like a killer, Damalanchi, whose feet were in the air in the seat, flashed a gleam in his eyes, softly recognized the deal, and simply hung up the phone.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Click." (the handset is put back on the base)

"Another boulder in my heart has fallen to the ground."