Pokémon: Join Team Rocket at the Beginning

In the battle at Yuejian Mountain, the Rockets led by Jones were ambushed by the Alliance, and only Yang Ming survived by taking the fossil.

Since then, Yang Ming has never heard from the Rockets members who participated in that action, thinking that they were either dead or imprisoned by the Alliance.

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

Why would a person who should be in the Alliance prison appear here?

However, before he could think about it, the constant bidding in the venue brought his thoughts back to reality.

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

But looking at the family children who were bidding frantically, Yang Ming's face was not good.

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

Then the only means he could use was to rob them by force.

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

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

Now, the masters in the Hunter Organization have been sharply reduced, and the second-in-command of the Black Street, the Smiling Tiger, has also died in his hands. It is definitely no problem to forcibly rescue people. The only thing to worry about is the revenge of the Hunter Organization.

If he can scare the current high-level officials of the Black Street with force and force the other party to make concessions, then both sides can end the storm without bloodshed, and he can also lead people away safely.

On the contrary, if the other party resists fiercely, although he can kill everyone in the auction house, he will still have to bear the bloody revenge of the hunters in the future, and he will not be able to escape death in the end.

What to do? If he doesn't care about Jones's life or death, he can completely stay out of it and leave the Black Street to continue to be his own elite.

But is this really something he can do?

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"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 suddenly there was a loud noise. The wall of the next room of the rich young man suddenly broke, and countless vines came out of the wall, blocking the entire auction venue.

"It's really interesting. I didn't expect that even my friends have become the 'commodities' in this auction. Hehe, it seems that some people are really tired of living."

In the horrified eyes of the crowd, a huge Bulbasaur slowly walked out of the box. It was it that controlled the many vines to block the auction venue. On the back of Bulbasaur, sat a mysterious man wearing a rat head mask, scanning the people at the auction with a pair of phosphorous eyes.

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

"And the strength he has shown now is far greater than when he was in the arena. Is it true that the Rat King has been hiding his strength?"

Some bloodthirsty spectators who had been to the underground arena whispered.

Yang Ming ignored these discussions. Unlike the relaxed mentality of giving Rada in the arena, this time he wanted to use all his strength to subdue his opponent in one breath.

"My friend, this is an auction house directly under the Black Street. I hope you won't make mistakes." Although he was very scared, the middle-aged auctioneer still dared to warn.

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

"Little, I dare not." The auctioneer's hair stood on end and he sat down on the ground. Smiling Tiger? Isn'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 just now.

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

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

"Don't be arrogant." The captain of the guard was confident of his strength and sent a Maril.Li rushed towards Venusaur.

It was still just a vine whip, and Marill and its trainer were split in two, their internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and blood stained the luxurious golden carpet red.

"I am in a bad mood. If you don't want to die, don't do something to seek death." Yang Ming glanced coldly at the remaining guards, who watched the captain's tragic death and now dared not even breathe.

Others were also scared to death when they saw such a bloody scene, but facing the terrible demon in front of them, they could only try to cover their mouths, fearing that their screams would bring disaster.

"Wow, it's worth the price to watch the Rat King kill people up close." There were also bloodthirsty spectators who sighed in their hearts.

The auctioneer couldn't say a word. He usually regarded the dignity of "commodities" as nothing, and for the first time he felt the horror of his life being held in the hands of others.

Jones was grateful and puzzled to 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 one he feared the most was the rich kid. He and Yang Ming had competed for the flame orb, but now he was so scared that he lost control of his blaze on the spot when he saw the other party's terrifying strength.

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

"Sir, I am just a small auctioneer. I really can't make the decision on your request," the auctioneer mustered up all his courage and whispered, "Why not, I will contact the real power holder of the black street for you and let him meet your request. You see..."

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

The auctioneer kowtowed like pounding garlic and tremblingly took out his mobile phone to contact his superiors.

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

A guest wanted to sneak away, but was scared back by Yang Ming's eyes. 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.