Pokémon Invasion Marvel

United States of America.

Southwest California, on the land adjacent to the West Coast.

A prosperous city stands on it.

It is Los Angeles known as the "City of Angels".

In the mountains and forests connecting Los Angeles and the San Gabriel Mountains, there is a forest cabin full of the mysterious ancient country style from the other side of the ocean.

It is surrounded by a simple fence made of logs of moderate thickness.

And inside this simple wall, there are also some common seasonal vegetables grown, which are so green and eye-catching.

Outside the wall is a vast jungle, filled with the chirping of various insects and birds, and occasionally the roars of beasts can be heard from deep in the forest.

Two people with obvious differences in stature were sitting around a table in front of the wooden house.

A wooden spoon made of mahogany scoops the camellia tea into the clay pot, then pours it with boiling water from the stove next to it. The steam carries the aroma of the tea and rises.

The slender palms with clear joints calmly and gently shook the teapot, and then slowly poured it into the teacup on the table.

Picking up a tea bowl and gently handing it to the hill-like man in front of him, Emerson said with some nostalgia.

"Wilson, it's been two years since we last met."

Wilson, who was asked by him, was sitting awkwardly on the small horse. It was obvious that Emerson's homemade horse could not withstand the unbearable weight.

After shaking for a few times, Wilson simply threw Maza aside, sat directly on the ground, reached out to take the tea bowl, and a bit of emotion appeared on his face.

"Now we are all working hard towards our respective goals. Peaceful days like this have not happened for a long time."

He picked up the tea bowl with his thick fingers and took a decent sip. Wilson's expression showed a hint of anticipation.

"Emerson, my brother, are you really not going to help me?"

"Wilson, you have your own ideals and goals, and so do I!"

Emerson sat lazily on the horse, his gentle voice unhurried.

Wilson may have felt that it was not enough, so he drank all the tea in the bowl with a sip, regardless of the still scalding temperature of the water.

"Okay, I knew it would be like this, so how are things going for you?"

Upon hearing Wilson's inquiry, Emerson shook his head bitterly.

"My matter is more troublesome and I have to wait a little longer!"

"Well, if there's anything I can do to help, don't be polite to me."

Wilson actually never knew what Emerson was doing, but his trust in his brother meant that he never asked about it.

In his memory, Emerson has always been a very independent person and does not need any advice from him.

"You didn't come to me this time just to reminisce about old times. I think your current life will not allow you to leave New York easily."

Emerson changed the topic and joked with interest.

Although the two people do not have regular contact, they still know a little bit about each other's current situation.

Wilson scratched the back of his head and said, "I still can't hide it from you. I'm here this time because I have something to ask you."

"Oh, what is it that deserves you to be so cautious?" Emerson sat up slightly after hearing this.

He knew Wilson very well and knew that he was not a person who would make a fuss. If he could let him specifically look for him, then this matter must be very important to him.

"One of my companies has discovered a magical plant. If I have it, my plan will develop rapidly." Wilson became serious and said with some seriousness.

"Magical plant?" Emerson looked at Wilson with some confusion.

"Cymbidium, a magical plant, can stimulate the user's potential. Most importantly, it can change cell division and extend human life!"

Wilson introduced to Emerson with excitement. At the same time, he took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Emerson.

Above the photo is a huge orchid, which looks like flowing blood and exudes an alluring luster.

But what caught Emerson's attention even more was the huge python carcass that served as the background of the photo.

At the same time, pictures that had been buried deep in his memory appeared in Emerson's mind.

It was a series of movies he had watched in his previous life, and the content of the movie revolved around this blood orchid.

After recalling the role of Blood Orchid, Emerson's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Now he is in great need of natural resources and treasures. Only in this way can he start his plan, otherwise he will not move to this remote mountain.

Not only to facilitate movement, but also to have more time to search for natural treasures.

As far as he knew, the blood orchid plant completely met his needs.

The most important thing is that Blood Orchid is not a single seedling like other natural treasures, and it is also very picky about the growing environment.

Blood orchid is a social plant that can be cultivated by humans as long as they master the method.

"What do you need me to do?" Emerson did not say whether he answered or not, but directly asked himself what he should do. His relationship with Wilson did not require those messy politenesses.

Wilson's face is full of muscles, so his smile looks a bit ferocious.

"Emerson, I will arrange you into the expedition team that is about to leave. You just need to help me keep an eye on them."

"Human monitors, I understand, but what if they don't obey?"

Emerson tapped his fingers on the table and asked pointedly.

"From now on, they belong to you!"

Wilson knew what Emerson really wanted to ask and gave a clear answer immediately.

Wilson is in a very good mood now. In his opinion, as long as Emerson agrees to help, the matter is already a sure thing.

Regarding Emerson's strength, he thought no one had more say than him.

As someone who grew up with Wilson, Wilson knew Emerson very well just as Emerson knew himself.

Emerson, just like his compatriots, usually looks harmless, and he won't mind if some trivial things offend him.

But if you think this is weakness, you are totally wrong.

Wilson once saw a trafficking organization that annoyed Emerson. It was by chance that Emerson learned that this organization had trafficked a group of women and children from his home country.

Wilson could swear to God that it was the first time he saw Emerson angry. What happened that night is something Wilson will never forget.

He will never forget the scene when the thin Emerson walked out of the headquarters of the trafficking organization with an iron spear made of steel bars in his hand, like a bloody man.

Wilson, who rushed over immediately after learning about Emerson's whereabouts, once went into the place to see that there was no one alive inside.

And in the widest place, there are several large characters written in blood.

Wilson knew that it was Emerson's native language. He asked Emerson afterwards and learned what the sentence meant.

"Those who offend our heavenly dynasty will be punished no matter how far away they are!"