The Rockets of the Spirits Start

It was also an uneasy night. Due to the leak of the Moon Appreciation Festival raid plan, the Rockets' personnel on several offensive routes were all frustrated.

However, none of the quasi-cadres of the various bases, and the elite captains who knew Lance's role model, begged for surrender from the alliance, and almost all died on the spot.

Well, such is the power of example...

When Lance, who was in the headquarters of the Rockets in Dead Leaf City, received the urgent report from the frontline fighters, the already serious expression on his face couldn't help but become even more serious.

Stepping forward to the strategy map, judging from the information he has known so far, the main force of the alliance should intend to encircle the headquarters of Dead Leaf City.

But the actual situation was no different. The whole city was the same as usual, the port was still crowded with people, and Ma Zhishi guarding the Withered Leaf Gym did not send him any bad signals.

"It seems that after the last war, Ma Zhishi has completely lost the trust of the alliance."

After whispering these words into the air, Lance obviously still insisted on his own judgment, believing that the main force of the Kanto Alliance is moving to Dead Leaf City, preparing to encircle the Rockets headquarters.

After a brief moment of silence, Lance, who is one of the only four remaining generals of the Rockets and has the title of think tank, revealed a little coldness in his eyes.

Raising his hand, he slowly tore the strategy map on the table into fingernail-sized pieces, and said with an unhurried evil smile:

"Since you want this temporary headquarters in Dead Leaf City, I'll just give it to you as a big gift."

"Follow Double Bomb Gas and Fritos, let's become the most splendid fireworks over the city together."

…

Turning around, he quickly walked out of the war room and came to the camp of the elite troops who stayed at the headquarters. In order to prevent the news from being leaked by the undercover again, Lance raised his hand and released the double bomb gas and the Scorpion King, and ordered in a cold voice:

"Everyone threw electronic communication equipment and weapons not made at the headquarters to the ground, and then quietly evacuated with me."

"Defenders, die!"

The voice fell, watching the elites of the Rockets headquarters who were stationed in the training ground very cleanly and without any hesitation.

Lance turned his head calmly, winked at his cronies, and then took the lead towards the back-up passage that was dug secretly.

As the training ground gradually became empty and fell into deathly silence, the curly-haired elite, who knew what he was supposed to do now, walked slowly to the edge of the corner and opened a secret compartment that had never been used before.

Silently took out several large boxes of miniature bombs neatly arranged inside, as well as many double-bomb gas and Fretos elf balls injected with dormancy potions, clenched his hands into fists, and whispered inexplicably frantically in his eyes:

"It's time to be loyal to Lord Banmu."

"finally reached!!!"

…

The screen changed.

The quasi-cadres of the city bases of the Rockets all received a mandatory order issued through the account of the Rockets headquarters after Lance led the troops to retreat, requiring everyone to gather in the light red forest.

Looking at the subordinates in front of him, almost everyone was wounded, and the battlefield full of elf corpses,

Clearly Team Rocket is now a quasi-executive of Lance's Revenge Arms.

Anger first appeared on his face, he raised his powerless right hand, and threw the communication device, which was still displaying the command from the headquarters, heavily on the ground and smashed it into pieces.

But soon, the expression in his eyes was quickly filled with fear, and he struggled to support the wall to take back the elves who were seriously injured by himself. Then he turned his head and looked at the subordinates around him, and said in a heavy tone:

Valley\u003c/span\u003e "Temporarily enter Viridian Forest to rest."

"Go to the Light Red Forest tomorrow afternoon."

After hearing the words of this quasi-cadre, the Rockets elites looked extremely cold and fierce, but acted like walking dead.

Silently gathered up the corpses of their respective elves, then skillfully re-divided into combat teams, protected the battle formation according to the triangle, commanded the only remaining elves to lead the way, and quickly walked to the Viridian Forest, which each of them was familiar with.

The above-mentioned scenes kept circulating in the Rockets' bases in various cities. Most of the quasi-cadres and elites who were completely shocked by Lance, although they were gnashing their teeth in their hearts and wanted to drink Lance's blood.

However, the video memories of the four generals' cruel live broadcast in the dungeon had already ruthlessly penetrated their hearts and shattered their spirits like a heavy hammer.

Even so, within the Rockets, maybe, no! There must be people who are willing to gamble on the defection list and hunt down and kill themselves.

But on the eve of the war, especially at this critical juncture that determines the future fate of the Rockets, Lance, whose strategic thinking is comparable to Apollo, will never let them live safely...

...

At night, the starry sky is bright, and the bustling Kuye City Wharf is still full of people and traffic.

In the warehouse of a ship docked in the port, the investigators of the alliance, who were watching the time of their watches, quietly released their main elves, and then rushed to the Rockets headquarters not far from the pier.

As for the commander-in-chief of the operation code-named: 'Destroy the Source', Xiba, the Four Heavenly Kings, is standing in the lobby of the Dead Leaf Gymnasium with a serious expression at the moment.

Ma Zhishi watched quietly without saying a word, sitting on a chair in a camouflage uniform, and Ma Zhishi, who was acting cynically with his legs crossed.

"..."

"Why did Banmu disband the Rockets, and what Lance planned, how much do you know?"

With a little chill, words were slowly spoken from Shiba's mouth.

Facing this kind of question that would affect his undercover career no matter whether he answered it or not, Ma Zhishi was distracted thinking about how to convey the information of the alliance's encirclement to Lance.

Unhurriedly spread his fingers, and passed through the short blond hair from bottom to top, with a glint in his eyes, he raised his legs and walked in front of Xiba, and said in a solemn voice:

"Chairman Dama Lanqi or the champion of Yulongdu, have you told you the specific situation of Dead Leaf City?"

"If you had read that document, then you wouldn't be asking me this silly question."

After finishing speaking, Ma Zhishi suddenly showed a faint look of loneliness, and while walking past Xiba, he continued to speak in a flat tone:

"The Dead Leaf Gym is all members of the Alliance. Even if I want to do something, you should be able to receive the summary of my whereabouts as soon as possible."

After listening to Ma Zhishi's slightly sarcastic words, Xiba thought of the alliance's plan to imprison and monitor these former Rockets cadres in a disguised form, and the aura of coercion exuding from him suddenly vented.

Turning around and looking straight at the burly, vigorous but delicate trainer of the Withered Leaf Gymnasium, he forcibly suppressed the strange emotions rising from the bottom of his heart, and pretended to be indifferent and replied:

"A member of the alliance? You are also a member of the alliance."

"Some things, it's better not to think too much."

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