socalfunplaces Chapter 632 Middle Part Hair - Gangster Version
Chapter 632 Middle Part Hair - Gangster Version
Chapter 632 Middle Part Hair - Gangster Version
"Could it be that the reason the guys with the middle parting haven't returned for so many days is because they've been kidnapped?"
This thought hit Natsume like a bucket of ice water.
Considering how Darkrai was instantly subdued, and the well-trained, coordinated Dark-type Pokémon he encountered along the way, an even more terrifying hypothesis surfaced in his mind.
"Team Rainbow Rocket?" Natsume whispered to Ran beside him, his tone serious.
"Only they could pull off such a scheme, setting up this operation in the Sinnoh region and quietly controlling my Pokémon and Darkrope..."
Upon hearing this, a fierce glint flashed in Zhu Lan's eyes.
Indeed, although Darkrod is not as strong as her, he has several legendary Pokémon and is by no means an easy target.
What's more, several of Natsume's Pokémon, the Unova Champion, were also tied up!
Zhu Lan couldn't think of any local force capable of doing all of this.
"Let's go inside quickly," Zhu Lan said in a deep voice.
She had heard of Team Rainbow Rocket's infamous reputation before. If they had indeed infiltrated Sinnoh, then the matter was far more serious than just a mass nightmare.
The two became even more cautious as they ventured deeper into the warehouse area.
Along the way, they encountered even more "hospitality":
A net falling from the sky, a cleverly disguised trap, a pack of coyote dogs suddenly rushing out to feign an attack and then quickly retreating.
These traps and harassments were not intended to be deadly, but they were extremely effective at delaying their progress, as if an invisible eye was directing everything in the dark.
After repelling several harassing crows, Cynthia caught a thieving fox trying to escape.
She turned to look at Natsume, her meaning clear.
Gold spread to their eyes, and a spiritual connection enveloped the two people and the fox.
"Tell us, who is in command of you?" Zhu Lan's voice carried a reassuring quality.
The thief fox struggled, appearing determined to resist to the death, but the moment it saw Natsume, a strange awe flickered in its eyes. It squeaked, uttering a few words in broken sentences: "Godfather...it's the Godfather's order..."
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"I can't...disrupt the chief's meeting..."
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"The big boss in the shadows... is very angry..."
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Godfather? Chief? The mastermind in the shadows?
These code names, reminiscent of the yakuza, further convinced Natsume and Takeran that a well-organized, hierarchical criminal syndicate was controlling everything.
This undoubtedly deepened their suspicions about the Rainbow Rockets.
However... Rin's strange gaze eventually fell on Natsume.
"Why did you mention the Godfather... and point at him?"
Zhu Lan's scrutinizing gaze swept over the thief fox.
"picture....
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The thief fox looked at Natsume tremblingly, his gaze darting away, his usual cunning gone.
"Similar to me?"
Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly.
What does that mean?
There are other people in this world who look just like you!
They're still with the Rainbow Rockets.
Could there really be a parallel universe version of myself?
"Wow, at least be a boss! What's wrong with being treated like a beast of burden!"
Natsume was filled with righteous indignation and extremely angry at their lack of resistance.
The Rainbow Rocket members who were sent to their world are probably just small fry.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Natsume kept his telekinesis within a short, shallow range around his body, anticipating and dodging as he advanced frantically.
Finally, they overcame all obstacles and reached the deepest part of the warehouse.
A heavy, rusty iron door was ajar.
Absolute darkness peeked through the crack in the door, and... faintly, a muffled groan of suppressed pain, belonging to Dakdo, could be heard.
Natsume and Takeran exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep concern.
Cynthia placed her hand on Garchomp's Poké Ball, feeling nervous.
If it's Natsume from a parallel universe... he probably won't be easy to deal with, right?
Natsume waved his hand, signaling the giant Dragonite circling in the sky to get ready.
The two took a deep breath and pushed open the iron gate.
Inside the door was a huge, almost completely dark cellar.
The air was filled with dust and a faint... energy cube scent?
Just then—"Click!" A blinding spotlight suddenly shone, hitting the center of the field precisely.
Dakdo was seen sitting slumped in a lonely chair with his hands tied behind his back. His face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, his once meticulous white short hair was now disheveled, and his expensive trench coat was covered in dust.
His face showed not only pain, but also a deep-seated fear.
Especially when the spotlight shone on him, he visibly trembled, like a prisoner awaiting trial.
Natsume and Takenori looked in the direction of the light, their hearts nearly skipped a beat.
The spotlight originated from a simple light stand that was suspended high up.
Beneath the lamp stand, in the center of the cellar, stood a huge, surprisingly sturdy-looking mahogany round table, seemingly moved from some abandoned office.
The round table was wiped quite clean, which was out of place with the dilapidated surroundings.
Around the round table were several equally incongruous high-backed chairs.
At this moment, sitting in the "main seat" directly opposite Natsume and Ran, was a figure with a middle-part hairstyle!
It no longer looks sleepy and lazy.
Its plump body was now standing straight, although most of its buttocks were hanging in the air, making it look like it was "sitting" in a large chair.
One paw rested casually on the armrest, while the other paw tossed and played with a high-end ball.
Natsume recognized the ball at a glance; it was the one he had just seized from Darkrai, and it likely contained Darkrai or Cresselia.
Natsume's lips twitched slightly as his gaze fell on the sunglasses on his middle-parted hair.
Sunglasses covered most of his face, leaving only a slightly upturned, somewhat roguish mouth that exuded an indescribable aura of a powerful figure.
On the left side of its middle-parted hair, Zapdos stood tall and proud, with a small black bow tie around its neck for some reason. Its eyes were sharp, and the golden-red flames around its body were restrained but made it look even more imposing, just like a professional bodyguard and top fighter.
Natsume narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the bow tie. The more he looked at it, the more he felt it looked like it had been altered from his own shoelaces.
To the right of the center-parted head, the massive Bangalore stands like an iron tower, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, eyes looking down, exuding a menacing aura that keeps strangers at bay. It is undoubtedly the force that keeps the area in check.
At the other end of the round table, a tiny Hoopa was floating in mid-air, with a... seemingly modified laptop in front of it?
Its halo shimmered slightly, as if it were processing some kind of "information," playing the role of a technical advisor or liaison.
"Natsume, can you explain this?"
Zhu Lan snapped out of her daze and remained silent for a while before turning her head and looking at Natsume without a word.