Julian openly rode his pseudo-legendary Dragoo the city bureau’s pound, seemingly heading straight for the bureau’s rising star, Mark.

  In a third-tier city like Eastwood, pseudo-legendaries were extremely rare.

  Naturally, his arrival drew plenty of attention. However, it didn’t take long for someonize him.

  The moment people remembered that both Mark and Julian were from Imperial Uy, the smart ones quickly realized why Julian had e.

  "Captain Mark, our team is assembled."

  As Julian and Mark were talking, a female officer from the bureau rahough she was talking to Mark, her eyes were on Julian and Dragonite.

  'King Julian… King Julian… I’m actually seeing the real King Julian!'

  Her eyes were filled with excitement, and her heart was rag.

  "What, are you also a fan of my junior?" Mark chuckled.

  The woman nodded immediately, theedly decred, "Of course! I’m actually the president of the Eastwood City King Julian Fan Club!"

  She even puffed up proudly after saying it.

  Julian was pletely dumbfounded.

  'What the heck? There’s even a fan club now?'

  "King Julian, I touch Dragonite’s belly?" the woman asked expetly.

  Julia a bit weirded out, wasn’t she his fan? Why wasn’t she asking for an autograph or a handshake? Her first rea was to touch Dragonite’s chubby belly?

  …Wasn’t she actually a fan of his Pokémon instead?

  After getting Julian’s permission, the woman cheered excitedly and immediately started rubbing Dragonite’s belly like she was taking advantage of it.

  Dragonite gave her a fused look—why did this woman, just like its Trainer, love toug its belly so much?

  Meanwhile, Mark’s ten team members had already assembled before him.

  "You all know the missioails. Go ge into pinclothes, theo East District." Mark ordered.

  He didn’t bother introdug Julian. Any Trainer in Drakoria, uhey had just retly gotten i access, would definitely know who Julian was.

  "Captain Larry, why aren’t you getting ready?" Mark asked.

  "Ready my ass! You already called Julian as backup, and now you’ve gathered all the best officers from the bureau. Who the hell am I supposed to recruit?!"

  Larry gred at Mark—this guy was straight-up unfair!

  Total sneaky bastard behavior.

  He had assumed that with Julian joining as outside support, Mark wouldn’t recruit any more people. But now he had even assembled a full ten-member squad!

  So in the end… Larry was just left to fend for himself?!

  "Captain Larry, don’t be like that."

  "Fet it. I’ll just join your squad today—I ’t be bothered to find my own team." Larry grumbled.

  Mark nodded and said nothing more.

  Ohe ten members finished ging intur clothes, the group of thirtee off toward East District.

  East District was the urbaer of Eastwood City, making it the most densely poputed area with the highest tration of buildings. Almost all the major ercial buildings were located here.

  It was already past midnight, so most shops had closed, and there were fewer people oreets.

  If this were Imperial City, though, midnight would just be the start of the nightlife.

  Fewer people oreets meant less risk and an easier mission.

  "Acc to the intelligence, Viktor is hiding in Greenvieartments i District. We don’t know the exact building, so we’ll have to seare by one."

  "The city bureau has assigeams Two and Three to search the plex."

  "The other seven teams will spread out and cover every entrao Greenvieartments. Do not group up—make sure to stay dispersed."

  Mark led Team Five, and since Larry had joihem, what was inally ten teams had now bee nine.

  If not for the city bureau’s director knowing that Julian was aernal backup for Team Five, Larry’s as would have definitely earned him a disciplinary punishment.

  Across from Greenvieartments, there was a small bar.

  Julian, Mark, and Larry sat inside, while the rest of the team spread out nearby.

  "This is an old apartment plex," Julian remarked.

  "Yeah, so the residents are mixed. There are elderly people, children, and eves renting here. Plus, it’s a school district property—the best elementary school iwood City is just a short walk away."

  School district properties were one of the definiures of Drakoria’s housing market.

  "There’s an apartment building right across the street too."

  "If Viktor is really hiding here, even if we find him, we ’t just rush in and attack."

  Ae-level Pokémon could bst through aire building with just one move. If they started a fight here, the civilian casualties would be devastating.

  Their main objective was to pinpoint Viktor’s exact location and try to force him out into an isoted area.

  Of course, if Viktor had any sense, he would likely relocate the moment he sensed danger. Walking into an open area would be suicidal for him.

  "Senior, if I were Viktor, I’d probably already know you sent people into the plex," Julian said.

  On the way here, Mark had shown him Viktor’s file.

  He was a mid-Elite-level Ghost-type Trainer.

  And it was nighttime—the perfect time fhost-type Pokémon to move around.

  Ghost-types were highly alert, and at the slightest disturbahey would immediately sense something was wrong.

  As an S-Css fugitive, Viktor was likely using one or two Ghost-type Pokémon to monitor the plex at all times.

  Among all eighteen Pokémon types, the ones with the highest crime rates were Ghost and Poison.

  birainers of these two types ated for nearly 40% of all criminal cases.

  "...Captain Mark."

  Mark’s earpiece crackled with the voice of Team Two’s leader.

  Mark was the overall ander of this operation.

  "Go ahead," Mark said seriously.

  Even though he had only been on the job for a few months, his strength ranked among the top iwood City.

  "I’ve lost tact with three of my team members."

  "Same here. Four of my team members are missing."

  This time, it was Team Three’s leader rep in.

  Teams Two and Three had entered Greenvieartments to iigate, but ihan fifteen minutes, a total of seven members had lost tact.

  It was obvious—even without thinking, Mark khat Viktor had likely taken them out, and they might even already be dead.

  "Pull the remaining members out immediately," Mark ordered.

  These were all Advarainers, but against ae-level oppo like Viktor, they didn’t stand a ce.

  If they kept searg, more people would disappear.

  Mark’s face darkened, beside him, Larry tried to reassure him.

  "Viktor probably didn’t kill them ht. But ohing’s for sure—he’s definitely in this plex."

  "Not necessarily, that guy is insane. You ’t judge him by normal standards," Mark tered.

  "Then what do we do? Our scouts ’t eve inside. Even if we know Viktor is here, we still ’t pinpoint his exact location."

  "If we don’t find him before suhe number of people ing and going from this plex will skyrocket. He’ll have the perfect ce to slip away."

  "And once he’s gorag him down again will be even harder."

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