Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Emerson first settled Aning down and helped her find a quiet and suitable place before leaving to hatch his second elf.

As for Wilson and Felicia's elf eggs, he has already told them all the precautions, and Wilson does the rest.

Their identities are different, and there is no such personal guidance as Aning.

After taking care of everything, Emerson came to the largest slaughterhouse in New York alone.

Slaughterhouses are usually involved with underground forces. Under the premise that Wilson had already greeted him, Emerson enjoyed VIP-level treatment.

"plz follow me."

Old Jack, the person in charge of the slaughterhouse, is dressed like a western cowboy and has a strong body, stronger than many young people.

Emerson nodded and followed him to a tidy room without saying anything.

It's really not easy to have such a clean room in a slaughterhouse environment.

In this era where smartphones are not yet popular, fully mechanized slaughterhouses have yet to be seen.

The slaughterhouse that Emerson came from basically relied on manpower.

Blood stains and peculiar smells can be said to be filling the entire factory.

"If you need anything, just ask."

Old Jack is obviously not a person who often flatters others. His stiff look shows his inner discomfort.

"Okay, sorry for that."

Emerson responded and asked him to go about his own business. If he continued to stay like this, the two of them would feel awkward.

Emerson clearly heard that Old Jack exhaled a big breath after going out.

A smile appeared involuntarily. Emerson shook his head and ignored the old cowboy.

Turning around and looking around his room, Emerson noticed some small details.

All the traces in the room prove that this room was temporarily tidied up.

Although the room was very clean, some details still did not escape Emerson's eyes.

Traces of items placed on the ground, as well as brand new items.

All prove Emerson’s judgment.

"Okay, no need to infer."

Emerson picked up the label on the side of the mattress and smiled bitterly.

The price tag hasn’t even been taken off, are you planning to reimburse yourself?

The label was stuffed under the mattress and Emerson sat on it.

Reaching out to summon Hunting's elf ball, Emerson pointed the elf ball at the table, and an elf egg appeared on it along with the beam of light.

It's Emerson's second elf egg!

"You can't come out here!"

Without bothering to look at the elf egg, Emerson quickly held down the elf ball in his hand.

It turned out that when Kari saw him summoning the Poké Ball, he thought he was going to let him out, and was planning to get out of the Poké Ball.

Emerson didn't dare to let him come out now, otherwise, the building would be crushed by the hunter.

You must know that the current body shape of the hunter is not what it used to be.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stopped Hunting in time.

"roar!"

But it was obvious that Kari was in a bad mood when he was suddenly stopped.

The roar of questioning echoed throughout the room through the elf ball.

"Don't you know how old you are?"

Emerson would not tolerate this problem of his and immediately scolded him.

After hearing Emerson's words, the hunter in the elf ball turned his head, looked at his body, and silently fell back into the water.

Having just evolved, he obviously hasn't adapted yet and often forgets his new body shape.

"Okay, just watch here and don't even think about coming out."

Emerson finally relented, and instead of taking the Poké Ball back, he put it on the corner of the table so that the hunter could see a little of the outside world through the window.

"roar!"

Same sound, different meaning.

The hunter's cry was full of joy, obviously he was very satisfied with this.

"You are such a child who is easily satisfied. I hope you can be so happy when you go to special training."

After receiving the response, Emerson thought secretly in his heart.

After solving the hunting problem, Emerson turned his attention to his own elf eggs.

Thanks to his special connection with the elf eggs, Emerson can see clearly.

Wisps of blood-red smoke are gathering next to the elf egg from all directions, and then seeping in from the egg shell.

When Emerson saw this scene, his heart finally calmed down.

The environment of a slaughterhouse is indeed suitable.

In fact, it was not Emerson's decision to come to the slaughterhouse.

What he felt from inside the elf egg was coldness and deathly silence.

At that moment he knew that his second elf was a ghost-type elf.

Originally, he wanted to find a relatively large cemetery to hatch his own ghost elves.

However, Arceus stopped him and asked him to find a slaughterhouse.

The slaughterhouse was Emerson's idea. Arceus' original intention was for him to slaughter himself, with the target being humans, the leader of all spirits.

However, Emerson rejected his proposal.

Although he is not a good person, he does have his own bottom line.

Let him slaughter his own kind for no reason, just so that the elf eggs can hatch better.

He still can't do this kind of thing.

Finally, Emerson came up with the idea of ​​a slaughterhouse.

Fortunately, his guess was correct, and the slaughterhouse was also effective for elf eggs.

Just when the few people who got the elf eggs started hatching their own elf eggs.

A certain playboy with countless net worth was looking at the old business card in his hand in a daze.

In the past, Tony would not have even looked at this kind of thing.

But today is different from the past. If Emerson had not lied to him, this business card might have been a stepping stone to the extraordinary world!

"Damon, what changes do you think he will have?"

Tony looked at the business card again, then turned to Damon beside him and asked.

"..."

Damon, who was now promoted to Tony's number one bodyguard, didn't know how to answer for a while.

As one of the parties involved, he also knew the origin of this business card.

But if you ask him to tell you how to kill people, he will understand.

He really didn't know anything about such mysterious events.

Fortunately, Tony didn't expect Damon to answer.

He looked deeply at the business card and put it on a tray aside.

"Jarvis, store him in the deepest part of the vault. No one except me has the authority to take it out."

"Yes, sir."

Jarvis's voice sounded.

"Monitor at all times and report to me immediately if there are any changes."

Looking at the tray that was submerged on the table, Tony added another sentence.

"Okay, sir."

"Damon, how is your daughter?"

Tony stood up and suddenly remembered that Damon said he wanted to settle his daughter, so he asked casually.

It didn't matter if he didn't say it. When he asked, Damon's face turned into a bitter melon look.

Damon regrets so much now that his intestines are almost green.

Before, he was immersed in revenge, fearing that his young daughter would be in danger after his accident.

So he started training his daughter when she was very young.