"Sir, doing this makes things very difficult for us~"
A mocking voice came from behind. Red turned his head and saw more than a dozen people tightly surrounding him, clearly afraid he might escape.
Some of the staff holding crowbars snatched back all the game coins Red had previously "given" to others. Anyone who resisted was directly suppressed with force. They were really pushing their luck.
"At first I thought you were some lucky rich guy, but it turns out you're just a kid who cheats!" the squad leader said unhappily, reaching out to tear off Red's disguise. However, Thousand-Year Gengar beneath the shadow used Psychic to immobilize him in place.
"Difficult? Then don't bother doing it!" Thousand-Year Gengar mocked.
Red threw the two Poké Balls in his hand. The Blood-Red Gyarados and Hitmonchan appeared at the same time. The Blood-Red Gyarados's eyes instantly turned crimson as it roared and swept its tail wildly around it. The reason was simple—the scent here was far too "familiar" to it.
It was the owner of this scent who had cruelly modified its body. The Blood-Red Gyarados would never forget that painful memory. Its relentless training day and night had always been for one purpose—revenge.
After suspecting that Professor Hemlock's experimental team was hiding beneath the Celadon Game Corner, Red immediately went to the Pokémon Center to switch his Pokémon, sending the Blood-Red Gyarados back to his side. Red had never forgotten his promise to avenge it.
Now was the moment for the Blood-Red Gyarados to settle that hatred.
"This is Team Rocket's hidden base. Anyone not involved should leave immediately!" Red shouted.
The Blood-Red Gyarados beside him also roared "considerately," scaring away the crowd that had intended to stay and take photos.
(This is already causing chaos. Even if someone tries to stop it now, the news can't be suppressed.)
This was exactly the effect Red wanted. If he had first gone to the police station to report it to Officer Jenny, they might not have believed someone his age and would instinctively assume he was causing trouble. But if an incident erupted directly, it would definitely attract the police's attention.
"Should we call the police?" the Game Corner owner asked nervously while watching the surveillance monitors. He feared the business he had run for so long would collapse—though the situation was already not much better.
"Did you forget to drain the water out of your brain?"
The squad leader listening through the microphone nearly laughed in anger. They were Team Rocket. If they quickly dealt with Red and suppressed the news of the base being exposed, they might still have enough time to evacuate.
But if they called the police themselves, then this experimental battle base would no longer exist, and they would all end up locked in prison.
"Then what should we do?" the owner asked in panic. He had never expected such a huge incident to happen today.
"You go notify Officer Jenny immediately... no..."
"Okay, received, received."
The surveillance camera was smashed by a pebble thrown by Red. Thousand-Year Gengar also controlled the squad leader to hang up the communication, forcing the owner to quickly call the police.
"Boss, aren't we supposed to be infiltrating?"
Thousand-Year Gengar scratched its head in confusion after seeing Hitmonchan knock out a Team Rocket member who tried to stop them with a single punch. This clearly looked like a forced break-in.
"If we control everyone here, then no one will expose our whereabouts, right?" Red joked.
"That makes sense!" Thousand-Year Gengar suddenly realized.
It quickly used Hypnosis to put everyone present to sleep, preventing any information from leaking out.
"Hypnotize this guy and make him reveal the passage to the underground base," Red ordered.
From the hypnotized squad leader, Red obtained a key. It was likely the key to the underground base. To be safe, Red also copied the squad leader's fingerprint.
Moments later...
Red temporarily recalled the Blood-Red Gyarados into its Poké Ball and headed with Thousand-Year Gengar and Hitmonchan toward the underground experimental base passage of the Celadon Game Corner. Soon, they arrived in front of an abandoned warehouse door.
"Who would've thought this broken warehouse is actually the hidden entrance," Thousand-Year Gengar said.
Red took out the key and tried to open the passage, but the key snapped immediately. It seemed that someone at the squad leader's rank was only meant to serve as bait and did not possess the real matching key.
"Hitmonchan, use Bullet Punch!"
Seeing this, Red simply decided to force his way in. A metal door of this level couldn't stop him.
Hitmonchan's iron fist shattered the door in a single strike and rushed ahead first to scout the path for Red. Thousand-Year Gengar hid beneath Red's shadow, watching the surroundings behind him.
Meanwhile, Damon, who was currently on the third floor of the experimental base, quickly received the news.
"How is that possible?! That guy found my location so quickly?"
Damon nearly doubted his own life for a moment, but he quickly threw out Crobat's Poké Ball.
"Crobat, hurry and help me find the tracker on my body!"
After thinking briefly, Damon realized the abnormal situation back at the Celadon Gym and finally understood why Thousand-Year Gengar had only watched him leave with a face full of regret.
"So that's how it is. I never expected that I was the one completely played."
Damon's confidence suddenly dropped considerably. It turned out he hadn't been well prepared—Red had simply calculated everything far more thoroughly. Damon could only blame himself for treating Red as an ordinary teenager and subconsciously underestimating his intelligence.
In anger, Damon crushed the tracker Crobat found on his body under his foot. But then another thought occurred to him.
Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to get revenge on Professor Hemlock?
("Dear" Professor Hemlock, since you kindly "requested" that I finish the mission and leave as soon as possible, then I shall respectfully comply!)
Damon knew Professor Hemlock was not actually in the base and only controlled the machines remotely through projection to conduct experiments. Therefore, Damon did not need to worry about Giovanni blaming him. After all, it was Professor Hemlock who had driven him away, not Damon leaving voluntarily.
"Let's go!"
With that, Damon grabbed Crobat's small wing and left through a hidden passage. Before leaving, he also threw several timed bombs to destroy the evidence and prevent Team Rocket's research data from falling into the hands of the League.
"Hitmonchan, use Comet Punch!" Red ordered.
Hitmonchan swung its fists repeatedly, smashing the cages in front of it. Inside the cages were numerous captured Pokémon. Most of them looked thin and weak, with little appetite—clearly the result of Team Rocket's abuse.
This was the real reason why the Celadon Game Corner could exchange prizes for Pokémon. They were either captured in the wild or stolen from trainers, then imprisoned in the underground experimental base for research. Only when they no longer had research value would they reluctantly be turned into exchange prizes.
However, there was no Dratini here. The information about Dratini had clearly been deliberately leaked by the Celadon Game Corner to lure people into gambling heavily.
After all, the slot machines could be manipulated by the internal system, ensuring that gamblers who were about to win the amount needed for Dratini would suddenly return to complete poverty.
"Come out, Abra."
Red threw a Poké Ball. As the white light faded, a silver Abra appeared in front of him.
"Abra, take everyone and leave the underground base immediately. Police reinforcements will arrive soon," Red instructed before continuing forward with Hitmonchan.
Abra understood immediately. Looking at the imprisoned Pokémon before it, it shook its head sadly and then used Teleport, bringing the Pokémon away from the underground base.
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