Alex burst into the meeting room, startling over thirty individuals—most jolted to their feet, while a few remained seated, their necks snapping toward the door with whiplash-inducing speed.
Crash!
His flying team shattered the window as incapacitating moves flew through the air—Sing, Hypnosis, Thunder Wave, Yawn, and more.
The room was struck with another wave of shock as the group turned toward the broken window, only to be immediately disabled by the opening salvo.
Alex and the rest of his team followed up, launching their own incapacitating attacks. Alex himself fired Thunder Waves from his twin barrels, targeting any conscious individuals with ruthless precision.
People began dropping one after another. A few tried to fight back, releasing their Pokémon—but they were no match for the aerial squad.
Then came the real threat: five armed men, plus the target and his two goons, unholstered their guns and opened fire.
Alex scoffed. "Cute."
"Forretress, Alcremie—set up," he ordered. Gravity, Stealth Rock, Reflect, and Light Screen came up in quick succession. Still, the gunmen managed to get shots off. Aegislash intercepted them, bracing behind a shimmering King's Shield.
Then the barrier cracked. Aegislash flinched as bullets tore through the defense.
'Scrappy Feints and Phantom Force? Not bad,' Alex thought, returning fire even as Aegislash faltered. He recalled Aegislash who had dangerously low health and sent in Dusknoir to replace him.
Bullets whizzed past, some striking Stealth Rocks and detonating prematurely, while others slowed or deflected against the remaining barriers. But then—both Reflect and Light Screen shattered.
'Brick Break too? These guys have done their research,' Alex mused. 'Six guns ambushing a trainer? That's stronger than most full teams. No wonder they could take down trainers so easily.'
Still, one by one, the men fell. When the smoke cleared, the last enemy hit the ground.
No casualties. Plenty of bruises.
Alex stood in the doorway, sweeping the room with sharp eyes. He spotted crates behind him to the right, tucked into the corner.
He dropped his bag and gave Raticate a signal. His Pokémon poured in behind him, binding the bounty targets with rope from the pack. Meanwhile, Raticate dragged the bag to the corner and began loading the crates into it.
Alex exited the room and paced the floor, scanning for anything useful—until he spotted a security camera.
"Rotom, call the police. Report the incident and submit the bounties," he said aloud.
Rotom popped out of the security camera, zipped into Alex's phone, and replied flatly:
"Cannot enter, private property."
"I see. We'll take who we can and get out," Alex said.
Rotom's reply basically meant the building's owner was powerful enough that the police wouldn't dare storm the place—they'd get wiped out. If not during the raid, then perhaps during the retaliation.
Unlike with Don's case, where he'd been captured and left his property undefended, this owner was still at large—and dangerous enough to retaliate.
Alex was on his own.
"What did you find, Rotom?" Alex asked.
"Security footage over the past thirty days shows no signs of contraband within the building," it replied.
This meant there was no point in poking around an average office building. No money nor hidden cache. Or if there were, Alex would have to spend a significant amount of time to find it.
Back in the meeting room, he recalled most of his team, leaving only the fliers active.
Fifteen individuals had bounties on them, including the main target and his goons. Everyone without a Pokémon made the list. The rest were left tied up—for now. If he was lucky, the League might flag some of them with bounties by tomorrow, once they reviewed his footage.
He tied the bounty targets to Hydreigon's frame, mounted the dragon, and flew out over the slums, leaving the building behind.
A few minutes later, they landed at the nearest police station. Alex submitted the captured individuals along with any evidence his phone or Rotom had recorded. Since the police had no intention of investigating the location, they processed the bounty immediately.
Fifteen million Pokédollars.
His old acquaintance alone carried a ten-million bounty, with an additional one million for each of his goons. The remaining twelve were worth under a million each, but together added another three million to the total.
Because the request had come directly from the police, they didn't take a cut. He'd still have to pay League taxes on the payout, though.
Thankfully, Maris handled all the paperwork now.
Alex's heart softened at the thought of her.
'Bless that woman and her thick thighs. Life's a hell of a lot easier thanks to her,' Alex thought as he flew away from the station.
He landed on the rooftop of a random building, pulled out the crates, and rummaged through them one by one. Inside was Argent Solution's latest shipment of weapons—meant for the buyers back in the meeting room. Guns, bullets, scanners, holsters, magazines, helmets, vests, pants, boots, gloves, grenades...
"Grenades?" Alex said aloud. "They're already working on grenades?"
He was shocked, but it made sense. It was the next logical step in combat weaponry. How do you shoot over a wall? You don't. You toss a timed explosive device instead.
He checked the helmets—they were sturdy. Same for the vests, pants, and combat boots. All designed to resist Pokémon energy. Though none of it would save you from a Snorlax using Body Slam.
'The gear is worth keeping. I'll have to get them tailored,' Alex thought.
He continued sifting through the crates, checking everything. The guns were stronger than the ones Lucan used. Everything else was standard. The bullets came preloaded and ready to fire—no doubt because these supremacists didn't have powerful Pokémon to store moves from.
Alex kept the contents but left the crates on the roof. He had a hunch they were bugged.
Later that night, he flew to Jenny's mansion on Hydreigon. He didn't want to cuntblock his mom, so he left her a note on the dining table—along with a few samples of each item from the crates.
He included special instructions regarding the grenades. These were the kind of contraband that'd piss off the Jennys, so he left notes on their potential applications.
They'd probably get the message.
Alex quickly took off on Hydreigon, heading straight for the farm.
When he entered the mansion, he spotted all the girls gathered in the living area to the left. Some were chatting, others snacking, scrolling through their phones, or just waiting for his return.
"Alex, you're back," Nyx said, visibly relieved.
"Yeah, everything went well. What's going on?"
"I just found out who owns the building. It's not someone you can mess with," Nyx said, her expression pale. "I was terrified I had sent you to your death."
"They weren't home," Alex said with a shrug. "I grabbed all the targets and even picked up a little bonus. Were you all really that worried?"
"You're going up against people on Monica's level, right?" Vera asked, brows furrowed with concern.
"Hell no," Alex replied. "They were small fry. Not a single Elite-rank in sight."
"Except the building's owner. He's an Elite," Nyx said flatly.
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Who owns the place?"
"Darren Holt. He's Don's replacement in the drug game—an Elite-rank with a full Electric-type team. Lately, he's been pushing human supremacist ideals and cracking down hard on Don's old allies."
"How does he stack up to Don?"
"Darren has a full team, but Don had an army. Power-wise, they're about even. If Darren had more time, he'd probably surpass him."
"Then it's not a problem."
"What?" Nyx stared at him. "They're both stronger than Monica. How is that not a problem?"
"Because I already took down Don—alone," Alex said confidently. "If Darren's on the same level, then I win. My team's stronger now. We've got this."
"That was you?" Nyx asked, eyes widening. "I read it was Jenny who stormed the place and took everyone in."
"She was rescuing me," Alex said with a smirk. "I let myself get kidnapped, fought a few goons, and took down all of Don's Elites before mom came in and finished the job with her Elite Arcanine. Nothing serious."
Alex comforted the girls before sending them off to bed—except Elara.
"I've got some toys here you might be interested in," he said, handing her a few samples of the guns, scanners, and grenades with instructions.
"Are these guns?" Elara asked, examining one. "They've been trending on social media. All the Jennys are wearing them."
"They are," Alex nodded. "But these aren't for show. They're strong enough to kill with a single shot. The ones the Jennys use are much weaker. Keep them, mess around with them when you're not busy—see what you can do."
"Okay," she replied, tucking them away before heading back to her house.
Nyx and Vera, meanwhile, stayed with Alex that night. They were deeply concerned and needed some pampering and relief.
By the next day, things had mostly returned to normal.
Alex had made enough money from the recent excursion to fund the farm and support the girls until the next harvest—when they could finally stabilize and start turning a profit instead of just burning through resources.
Maris was buried neck-deep in paperwork, while Elara and Kaia were working themselves to the bone out on the fields. The rest of the girls stepped up as well, offering extra support to help manage the mounting stress and heavy workload.
Weeks passed quietly—until, one month later, someone unexpected arrived at the farm.
"Alex Wattson, you're under arrest for assault, trespassing, and damage to public property. I need you to come with us," said an unfamiliar officer, standing with a Mightyena by his side, ready for trouble.
His partner, standing just beside him, gave Alex a smirk.
"Hey Alex... remember me?"
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