"What I ask of you is very simple. I hope you will read this document."
In the spacious first-class compartment, Hugo and Huckleberry sat opposite each other.
The detective did not immediately take out the business card of the firm that he was proud of, but respectfully handed a touch-screen mobile phone to Huckleberry. However, the mobile phone looked old and worn, and it felt like it was bought from a second-hand market. It would not be a pity even if it is discarded on the spot as waste.
Seeing the detective's suspicious behavior, the evil king couldn't help but chuckle: "You guys, you must have recorded that embarrassing battle before, and you want to threaten me with it?"
"No, I have never thought about using a negative video with a sensational title like 'The King of Gamblers' to further worsen your reputation as the King of Gamblers. I have never had such an idea." Hugo also responded with an extremely sincere hug. smile, "I just hope you can take a look at this document."
The mobile phone handed over by the detective was open, and the title of a document was displayed on the screen——
"Investigation and Hazard Analysis of the Influence of Plasma Clusters in the Hezhong Area".
The joking expression disappeared from Huckleberry's face. He took the phone and started flipping through it in silence.
As night falls, the carriage is as quiet as the night sky outside the window.
Hugo had muted the live broadcast of the battle on the screen in front of him in advance. Looking down at the camera, Douzi and the female high school student were commanding Pokémon silently, killing everyone in the doubles match. The two girls were fighting for the prize. He's motivated and looks like he's on track to win the championship.
"Alas..." With a long sigh, Yunju turned off his phone and leaned his upper body into the back of the chair with a look of great luck, "Whether your information is true or false, I wish I had never seen it. "
"I'm actually happy to see you like this." Hugo said, "This at least shows that you, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, are not one of theirs."
"Then let me make you happier. Apart from me, Wanlong, Lianwu, and Cattleya, the other three kings are not from the plasma group. As the champion, Adek is the leader of the opposition to that organization. Man, he has long asked the Alliance to pay attention to the abnormal movements of the plasma group. However, he has been staying at home all day because of his insect partner's serious illness recently, so this request has been shelved."
"Uh... No, I have never doubted the other kings." Hugo scratched his cheek awkwardly, "After all, Mr. Cranberry, you look like a bad guy, and intuitively you are the only one who needs confirmation. It just so happened that this time I We met on the train and I wanted to take this opportunity to resolve the stereotype."
Huckleberry didn't get angry, but laughed heartily and happily, "You're really brave. Can you be said to be someone who dares to attack the plasma group? You were also the one who arranged the opening tactics for the battle, right? What a brilliant bet. Disciple, luckily I didn’t meet you at the gambling table this time.”
"You have a big casino on your mobile phone." Hugo reminded in response——
"Have you never thought that Plasma Group will win? They have enough followers to start a revolution, and more than half of the people are sympathetic to their religion, and dozens of senior alliance officials have colluded with them. .At present, their high-end combat power is slightly insufficient, but as long as they find a few more helpers who can fight against the King of Heaven Champion, they will be enough..."
Having said this, Hugo made a hand-turning motion, saying nothing.
"It seems that you think I am an important bargaining chip." Cranberry crossed his legs and laughed at himself, "But you still misjudged the wrong person. I can swear on the spot that my luck will be better in the league from now on." In the conflict with Plasma Corps, I will always side with the Alliance."
"No, no, Mr. Huckleberry, I am not an internal affairs officer here to investigate your loyalty. I am just a private detective outside the alliance system, here to negotiate with you for the sake of unscrupulous justice."
"What do you want to say?"
Hugo casually took out his business card, put it on the edge of the closed car window, flicked it, and slid the business card in a straight line to the huckleberry side.
"The following is what I am saying. What you plan to do, Your Majesty the King of Cranberries, has nothing to do with me."
Although it was a closed compartment with good sound insulation, Hugo still kept his voice down.
"According to my investigation, both as a religious group and as an underground force, the Plasma Group is too large. They have accumulated sufficient materials and manpower to support a large-scale rebellion, and now they are consciously cultivating support Politicians with their ideals came to power and infiltrated the alliance, making their covert operations more and more invisible... From this we can draw the following two conclusions."
"1. Peaceful means have completely failed. A large-scale vicious conflict will inevitably break out between the Alliance and the Plasma Group. This matter cannot be avoided. 2. The Plasma Group is in the dark and the Alliance is in the light. The longer the Plasma Group continues to plan, the more likely they will be. The more cards you have, the worse it is for the league."
"You mean it's better to detonate this unexploded bomb in advance?" Huckleberry asked with raised eyebrows.
Hugo didn't seem to hear him and kept talking to himself: "From the perspective of the Plasma Group, the biggest problem at the moment is that they lack trainers and thugs who can compete with the King of Champions. At this time, they must be very anxious to supplement This level of high-end combat power. And if, I mean if, a king-level trainer takes the initiative to surrender, they will definitely welcome it, and maybe even share internal intelligence with this rare cadre."
As if he smelled something interesting, the corners of Huckleberry's mouth curled up slightly with evil intentions.
"However, their admission review is unavoidable. There are two main procedures - first, the trainer who voluntarily surrenders must have a motive and reason to betray the alliance. If he has never expressed sympathy for the Plasma Corps, His remarks, and he gets along harmoniously with other champions in the league, so they will definitely doubt this person’s motives for joining the religion.”
Huckleberry listened and nodded, and later even started to use the ballpoint pen next to him to write down key points on the cards he carried with him.
"The second is a unique test within the Plasma Group. There is a young man named N in that group. He has extraordinary abilities - simply put, he can understand Pokémon. If the surrendered trainer By stating the opposite of what his Pokémon says, the trainer will be put in an awkward position."
"I see." Huckleberry wrote down the last keyword in scrawled symbols, "Do you need to make a confession with your own elf?"
"From the perspective of Plasma Group, there are two things they fear most. One is the leakage of their own intelligence. If outsiders, especially the Alliance, know their trump card, the Alliance can be one step ahead and come up with a solution for them. The risk is greatly reduced. Secondly, I am worried that during the decisive battle, this high-level trainer will suddenly switch sides, causing the originally balanced combat power to tilt to the side of the alliance..."
"There is no need to go on with this type of analysis of pros and cons." Huckleberry interrupted Hugo, "I am exactly the qualified candidate. I will adopt your suggestion and become an undercover agent to sneak into the plasma mass."
Hugo pretended to be stupid: "I never said anything like this, it was just a chat."
Huckleberry didn't comment, just raised his hand to pick up the business card from the window sill.
"This is the contact number, right? I will call you when I get important information."
Under the cover of night, the evil king with his legs crossed frivolously played with the business card in his hand. The dim lights in the car shone on Huckleberry's black suit and dark blue hair, and his light blue eyes shone brightly.
This trainer, who regarded life and battle as a gamble, now easily made the biggest gamble to date.
He will trust the person in front of him unreservedly, this suspicious man who claims to be a detective with whom he has only met once, risking the misunderstanding of the world and sneaking into the deepest part of the dangerous plasma mass like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.
The detective watched with empty eyes. In the faint starlight, it seemed that a fighter of the night was about to rise.
