Pokémon: Join Team Rocket at the Beginning

In the battle at Yuejian Mountain, the Rockets led by Jones were ambushed by the alliance, and in the end only Yang Ming managed to obtain the fossil and escape death.

Since then, Yang Ming has never heard from the Rockets members who participated in that operation. He thought they were either dead or imprisoned by the league.

So when Jones appeared at the auction as a "war slave", Yang Ming was very surprised.

Why is a man who is supposed to be in Alliance prison here?

However, before he could think about it carefully, the continuous quotations in the venue brought his thoughts back to reality.

If it weren't for Jones' desperate cover at Yuejian Mountain, it would have been difficult for Yang Ming to escape from Yuejian Mountain alive. So no matter what, he had to rescue Jones.

But looking at those family members who were bidding frantically, Yang Ming's face looked very unhappy.

Although he had a lot of money with him, it was obviously unrealistic to snatch the person from so many wealthy bidders.

Then the only means available is to seize it by force.

Yang Ming's eyes flickered as he analyzed the pros and cons in his mind.

Behind the Black Street is Hunter J's Hunter Organization, and he was originally the target of Hunter J's silencing. The reason why he dared to come to the Black Street was, on the one hand, because he had a fake identity of "Dongtian Rat King", and on the other hand, he also considered that the Hunter Organization was severely damaged by Du, and the masters in the organization suffered heavy losses and had no time to silence him.

Nowadays, the number of experts in the Hunter Organization has been drastically reduced, and the second-in-command of the underworld, Smiling Tiger, has also died in his own hands. There is definitely no problem in forcibly rescuing people. The only thing he needs to worry about is the revenge of the Hunter Organization.

If he could scare the current high-ranking officials of the underworld with force alone and force them to make concessions, then both sides could end the conflict without bloodshed, and he could also lead his people away safely.

On the contrary, if the other party resisted fiercely, even if he could kill everyone in the auction house, he would still have to endure the hunters' bloody revenge in the future, and ultimately he would not be able to escape death.

What should I do? If I don't care about Jones's life or death, I can just stay out of it, leave the black street and continue to be my own elite.

But is this really something he can do?

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

"Auctioneer, is this war slave really as powerful as you say?" It was still the rich young man in the next box who spoke up. "If you can prove that he is really that powerful, I can directly bid 30 million."

The middle-aged auctioneer was about to answer when there was a loud noise. The wall of the private room next to the rich young man suddenly broke, and countless vines came out of the wall, blocking the entire auction hall.

"It's really interesting. I never thought that even my friend would become a 'commodity' in this auction. Hehe, it seems that some people are really tired of living."

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, a huge Bulbasaur slowly walked out of the box, and it was it that controlled many vines to block the auction site. On the back of Bulbasaur sat a mysterious man wearing a rat head mask, scanning the crowd at the auction with a pair of phosphorescent eyes.

"Wow, it's the Cave Rat King. I didn't expect him to show up at the auction."

"And judging from the strength he has shown now, it is far greater than when he was in the arena. Has the Rat King really been hiding his strength?"

There were whispers from bloodthirsty spectators who had been to underground gladiatorial arenas.

Yang Ming ignored the discussions. Unlike the relaxed attitude he had in the arena towards Rada, this time he was going to use all his strength to overwhelm his opponent in one breath.

"My friend, this is an auction house directly under the Black Street. I hope you will not make mistakes." Although he was very scared, the middle-aged auctioneer still mustered up the courage to warn.

"The Black Street? Is the Black Street so great? Even my sworn brother, Smiling Tiger, doesn't dare to talk to me like that. Do you think your life is too long?" Yang Ming glanced at the auctioneer and used the grass on his own grave, whose head might have been two inches tall, to put pressure on the other party.

"I dare not." The auctioneer's hair stood on end and he sat down on the ground. Smiling tiger? Wasn't that the former second in command who died a few months ago? Could this mysterious strong man really be the second in command's brother?

The auctioneer suddenly regretted his warning.

"Don't move!" A group of armed men with live ammunition rushed into the auction hall. They were all armed guards in the black street. They rushed here after hearing the loud noise of the auction and quickly pointed their guns at Yang Ming.

A vine whip flashed by at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly, and the weapons in the hands of these guards were cut off neatly. As long as Yang Ming wanted, their heads would be cut off like these guns.

"Don't be so arrogant." The captain of the guard was confident of his strength and sent a Marillion to kill Venusaur.

Still just a vine whip, Marillil and its trainer were cut in half, their internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and blood stained the luxurious golden carpet red.

"I'm in a bad mood. If you don't want to die, don't do anything to seek death." Yang Ming glanced coldly at the remaining guards. The latter watched the tragic death of their captain and now they didn't even dare to breathe.

The others were also frightened to death when they saw such a bloody scene, but facing the terrifying demon before them, they could only try to cover their mouths, fearing that their screams would bring about their own death.

"Wow, being able to watch the Rat King kill people up close is worth it even if I die." Some bloodthirsty viewers also sighed in their hearts.

The auctioneer was speechless. Usually he treated the dignity of "commodities" as nothing, but for the first time he felt the horror of having his life in the hands of someone else.

Jones was both grateful and puzzled towards the mysterious strong man who stood up for him. He really couldn't remember when he had such a strong friend who loved to wear a mask.

The most frightened one was the rich kid. He and Yang Ming had competed for the flame orb at the beginning. Now seeing that the other party was so powerful, he was so scared that he became incontinent on the spot.

"What should I do? I just offended this senior. Will he let me live until tomorrow?" He couldn't help but think.

"Sir, I am just a small auctioneer. I cannot make the decision on your request," the auctioneer mustered up all his courage and stammered, "How about this? I will contact the real person in power in the underworld for you and ask him to meet your request. What do you think..."

"I will only give you ten minutes," Yang Ming said coldly, "Be careful when you pass on the message, otherwise, if I'm in a bad mood, I might massacre this place."

The auctioneer kowtowed repeatedly and tremblingly took out his cell phone to contact his superior.

"Stop, I haven't said anything yet, you'd better stay in your seats."

A guest wanted to sneak away, but was frightened back by Yang Ming's look. These people usually don't care about the lives and dignity of others. Now their lives are in the hands of a demon who kills without blinking an eye. They are more obedient than little white rabbits in a cage.