Pokemon: Team Rocket

On the North Island, Guzma came here soon. He walked unhappily, coming from the edge, and heading towards the temple they mentioned in the intelligence.

It was pouring rain. The weather here seemed to be specially designed for this decisive battle. A large cloud covered the North Island. The heavy rain seemed to outline and describe this battle.

The slate was clenched tightly in his hand, his eyes were very firm, as if he had a sharpness that pierced through everything, beside him, there were many lost people who followed him, and he did not know how to control them.

People will come to stop him constantly. After all, the territory is controlled by the alliance. Teams of people come to stop Guzma from moving forward. Many of them were his former friends and subordinates.

There were those who spoke harsh words and those who persuaded with kind words, but in the end, they were all defeated by the people around Guzma, and Guzma continued to move forward firmly.

Gradually, he seemed to see where the so-called temple was. From a distance, he saw Kukui standing at the door and wearing a white coat.

"Kukui."

After reading these three words, Guzma's voice showed a touch of coldness. He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and then wrapped it around his arm. During this period, his eyes were firm, like a piece of stubborn rock.

"Guzma, stop moving forward." He took another step, and this time, there was another person blocking him.

It's just that the person who blocked him this time was very special, and Guzma couldn't help being stunned, standing where he was, as if he didn't react.

"Lizi, are you coming to stop me too?" Looking at the woman opposite, Guzma made a voice, with a gentle question in his voice, "You told me about the council."

"I can't help it." Lizzie responded without much explanation, with tears in her eyes, "Guzma, I'm different from you. I have a younger sister. Sometimes, I have to do those things." Things I don't want to do."

"So, this is a premeditated trap?" Guzma asked back, with some strange lights flashing in his eyes, "What kind of elders woke up, and what kind of council came, all to deceive me?"

"You just want me to come here with the slate?"

"The elder is restricted, he can only move within the scope of that palace." Li Zi opened her mouth, looked at Guzma, and said pleadingly: "Guzma, hurry up, don't let them get the slate, you Only human power can't resist them."

"I'm not leaving." Hearing Lizi's words, Guzma just shook his head and looked at the pocket watch tied to his arm, "I won't back down, even if I die, I can't make it easy for Kukui."

"you……"

"Get away Lizi, I don't want to kill you." Guzma interrupted Lizi's words, but said calmly: "In our relationship, I used to be a betrayer, but you forgive me I."

"Now that you've betrayed me too, we're even."

"Just get out of the way, no matter if it's a trap or a stern person, I don't know why Kukui asked you to come and tell me these things. Now that I've decided to come, even if it's death, I want to be upright with Kukui Let's fight."

"I..." Hearing this, Li Zi gritted her teeth, looked at Guzma with firm eyes, and finally, she seemed to have made up her mind.

"I won't back away anymore. Ten years ago, I let you go to find Laura. After such a long time, I have been regretting it."

She straightened her neck and looked at Guzma, but her heart was broken.

"You have to go over and kill me."

As the voice fell and the heavy rain fell, Guzma quietly looked at Lizi, who had closed her eyes and wanted to die, her breathing was slightly uneven, and her eyes were changing, and there was also a little suspicion.

He looked at his pocket watch for the third time, and this time, it took him a long time to calm down completely.

"Lizi, if there is a next life, we'd better not meet each other."

The sound fell, and in the pouring rain, a flash of thunder flashed, just like the first thunder in spring, which made people tremble uncontrollably.

……

At the entrance of the temple, Kukui in a white coat was holding a black umbrella, quietly looking at the end of the road. Beside him, an old man with a wrinkled face was also standing there.

They seem to be attending a funeral, mourning for something unknown on this rainy night.

"Kukui, your good friend, seems to be coming." At a certain moment, the old man spoke, and he looked at Kukui aside, seeming to be joking.

"It's so ironic. In order to kill your former friend, he doesn't even have to let go of his former lover."

"Our gamble, you lose immediately. You have the slate, but you can't persuade your friends."

"Your so-called honor has caused you to suffer a crushing defeat."

"I lost..." Listening to the old man's words, Kukui replied, with a flash of resentment in his usually bright eyes.

He was the first person to come into contact with these elders of the council, and seeing their strength, he used the slate in his hand as a threat in exchange for a moment of peace in Alola.

He chose to surrender, or in other words, it was a kind of request, he was willing to assist the council, provided that the council could not interfere with Alora, and these elders also made a tit-for-tat gamble, asking him to completely stabilize Alora within three months .

Why didn't he want the land he loves to have peace, but he chose the way of seeking skin from a tiger.

And today is the last day.So, with this heavy rain.

The gamble between God and man is very costly. He has no way to explain anything, so he hastily established an alliance, which has attracted suspicion and breakup from his friends. He originally hoped that Guzma would understand, but he can change it to another From a point of view, even Kukui himself could not accept the betrayal of his friend.

"If I defeat Guzma, I will still win the bet." In the rainy night, Kukui suddenly said, with a touch of determination in his words.

"You?" The elder joked a little, "You are just a researcher, and your physical fitness is better than ordinary people. Even if you have a slate, how can you win against Guzma, who also has a slate and is a strong trainer."

"You don't have to worry about that." Kukui shook his head, and a water-blue slate appeared in his hand.

And at this moment, at the end of the line of sight, Guzma appeared, holding Lizi in his arms, blood was stained red all over the ground in the heavy rain.

With strides, Guzma finally came to a distance of several meters in front of Kukui, slowly put Lizi down, looked up at Kukui, and in his eyes, the light of hatred rose like the sun.

"Kukui, I swear, I will definitely kill you."

Kukui didn't answer. At this point, he didn't explain anything, he threw the umbrella in his hand like in a rainy night, and rushed towards Guzma with determination in his eyes.

"Guzma, let's put an end to this farce."

boom!
The roar sounded in the next moment, and the two fought together, tearing each other's clothes, exposing the vigorous and scarred upper body.

They roared at each other like two desperate lions meeting on a cliff.

And behind them, the wrinkled old man just picked up the black umbrella on the ground, stood quietly in the rainy night, watching the two people who were fighting to the death for everything in the rainy night, with a contemptuous smile on their faces.

People don't have the ability to disobey God. Those two stone slabs are just a bargaining chip for them. If they are together, they may be in trouble.

But they are gods. Do gods need anything to gamble with people? God only needs to give a seemingly good condition, and the two people will give up their previous relationship, paralyze themselves with righteousness, and suspect each other and kill each other.

Guzma won, Kukui won, can that change anything?Gods like them can overthrow the gambling table at any time, and design a gambling game, just to reduce the time for dealing cards several times.

This kind of people's love and hatred are really stupid, especially in their eyes.

God just needs to sit among the clouds and watch their farce. From beginning to end, he doesn't need to do anything.

In this gamble, the gamblers with the most money fight each other to the death, and at the end of the gamble, the god who sits on the bank can easily take away their chips without doing anything.

By the way, take away everything they regard as ideals and beliefs.

"It's ridiculous."

In the rainy night, someone's voice sounded.

It seems to be laughing at this duel, or perhaps, mourning for both sides of the duel.