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However, reality was far crueler than expected.
Even though he precisely captured that brief window of opportunity, the moment Lin Che commanded all the Pokémon to forcefully plunge into the storm—
A terrifying mental pressure, enough to crush even the soul on the spot, crashed down from all directions!
That's not a metaphor.
Lin Che felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a high-speed crusher, with countless scorching steel needles piercing every corner of his brain.
It only advanced less than ten meters into the outer area of the storm.
"Ow—!"
Arcanine let out a painful growl, and its powerful limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.
The Warrior Eagle was even unable to maintain its flight posture and was forced to land on the ground, using its wings to protect its head.
Even the dragon-type energy barrier erected by Hakron became flickering, as if it would collapse completely at any moment like a fragile light bulb!
"No...it's too much!"
Lin Che's vision began to blur, and the intense pain caused him to bite his teeth until they bled.
"Get out!"
With the last vestige of his sanity, at the last moment when the anchor was still effective, he gave the order to retreat.
The group emerged from that purple hell in a disheveled state.
Arcanine and Brave Eagle collapsed to the ground, utterly dejected. Dragonair also lowered its head, panting heavily.
Lin Che slid down against the cold alloy wall, his chest heaving violently, and cold sweat streaming down his forehead like a stream.
He raised his head and took a deep look at the psychic storm that was still slowly surging, as if nothing had ever happened.
He clearly judged that, given the current state and resources, it was absolutely impossible to remove the "bent spoon" from it.
He needs medication to restore his mental strength.
Special items are needed that can temporarily resist mental erosion.
He needs... supplies.
Lin Che leaned against the wall and struggled to his feet, his gaze returning to the path he had come from.
On that desolate island, forgotten by the world for twenty years, there is a place where a faint but warm light shines.
Pokémon Center.
Chapter 69 Arrival and Standoff: Team Rocket's Spying! Team Rocket's Covetousness!
Before officially stepping into that cursed ruin, Lin Che had one last thing to do.
supply.
Crimson Lotus Island, an island buried under volcanic ash and painful memories, has long been erased from the Alliance's official maps, becoming a forbidden land that no one should set foot on.
However, the League has preserved one last, minimal facility at the site—an unmanned Pokémon Center.
It was more like an automated supply depot, cold, lifeless, devoid of any sign of life.
Lin Che needs it.
He needs a large amount of all-around recovery potions, a special stabilizer to counteract mental shocks, and everything that will allow him and his Pokémon to survive in the core area shrouded in Mewtwo's resentment.
The vending machine emitted a dull mechanical hum as bottles of dark purple medicine fell into the dispensing slot.
Lin Che meticulously counted them one by one and packed them into his tactical backpack, categorizing them by type.
He knew very well that this target was no small matter, and any oversight in preparation could lead to utter ruin.
As he shouldered his heavy backpack and pushed open the dusty glass door of the Pokémon Center, a wave of heat mixed with sulfur and salty sea breeze hit him.
Just at this moment.
The sound of a speedboat engine, like a scalpel, precisely pierced the island's long-standing silence.
The sound was deep and powerful, filled with undisguised aggression, and could not possibly be produced by an ordinary civilian vessel.
Lin Che stopped moving.
His gaze swept across the deserted streets and landed in the direction from which the sound came—a secluded rocky dock not marked on any map.
The outline of a speedboat is emerging from the thin mist on the sea.
Totally black.
The matte coating absorbs almost all light, making it resemble a stealthy shadow.
On the side of the ship, a huge and eye-catching blood-red "R" is engraved there like a brand, ostentatious, domineering, and exuding a chilling malice.
Lin Che's pupils suddenly contracted.
Team Rocket!
Before he could react further, the speedboat had already silently docked.
The hatch slid open.
A group of figures filed out in a near-military-style, standardized manner.
600 They were all dressed in uniform black combat suits, their faces were cold, and their eyes showed no emotion that ordinary trainers should have, only the cold indifference of predators.
Each person had a standard Poké Ball and equipment that gleamed with a metallic sheen hanging from their waist belt.
The leader was a woman.
She was tall and slender, with short, neat purple hair that swayed slightly in the sea breeze, and her tight-fitting black combat suit accentuated her powerful lines.
Her footsteps landed on the ground almost silently, but each step seemed to be on some invisible drumbeat, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
Their goal is self-evident.
That abandoned laboratory!
Those forbidden data and original research materials about "Mewtwo" that were classified as top secret by the League and forgotten by the world!
The woman's gaze traversed dozens of meters and landed precisely on the entrance to the Pokémon Center.
It landed on Lin Che, who had just stepped out the door.
She led the group straight toward the central gate.
Lin Che didn't move, just stood quietly in place, his fingers unconsciously tightening the shoulder strap of his backpack.
ten meters.
five meters.
three meters.
Right at the narrow entrance to the Pokémon Center, Lin Che stepped to the left to make way.
The female executive from the Rockets was preparing to lead the team in.
The two passed each other by.
Time seemed to be forcibly slowed down by an invisible force at that moment.
Both of them moved without thinking, driven entirely by their deepest instincts, and paused for a mere tenth of a second.
Lin Che's eyes were calm as a deep pool, reflecting the other person's cold and beautiful face.
The woman's gaze, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, swept swiftly over him, cold, sharp, and full of scrutiny and assessment.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
No words.
There are no unnecessary movements.
The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked out, becoming thick and heavy.
They both sensed a very peculiar scent emanating from each other.
It was a scent unique to its kind.
It is an extreme pursuit of power, a willingness to use any means to achieve one's goals, and a decisive and ruthless approach that walks the line of the rules.
At the same time, they clearly perceived that their positions, like light and darkness, water and fire, were absolute and irreconcilable opposites.
After a brief exchange, Lin Che's gaze became extremely solemn.
He confirmed it.
The other party was a true powerhouse, an elite cadre who had survived countless life-or-death battles and whose hands were stained with blood.
The female cadre's lips slowly curved into a smile.
That's not a smile.
It was an expression that mixed coldness and amusement, revealed when one discovered an unexpected and interesting prey.
She became interested in Lin Che.
A fierce struggle over a forbidden legacy, a fateful showdown, has already begun on this island filled with ashes and pain.
It's on the verge!
Just as Lin Che made up his mind and prepared to step into the core area that was tainted by the residual will of Mewtwo and where even space was faintly distorted, a series of extremely discordant footsteps came from the other end of the narrow passage behind him, growing closer.
He paused, then turned to the side.
In the shadows, the outlines of a group of more than ten people gradually became clear.
It was the group of men in black who had brushed past him at the entrance of the Pokémon Center.
Rockets.
Their gazes clashed in the dark passage. Before the chilling aftershocks of Mewtwo's psychic power had even dissipated, a cold and direct killing intent was forcefully injected into the air.
Leading the group was the alluring purple-haired woman.
When she saw Lin Che, this "tourist" who shouldn't have been in the depths of the restricted area, a clear look of surprise flashed across her purple eyes.
But in the next instant, her gaze was completely fixed on the silvery-white metallic object floating beside Lin Che's shoulder.