Who would have guessed that just as they raised their hand, an indescribably heavy pressure descended from above, causing them to crash down like Pusen just did, landing in a mess along with the hovercraft.
The three paralyzed Pokémon tried to protect their Trainer but were forcibly controlled by another blue light.
The scene reversed at the fastest speed.
The Dragon Elder and the middle-aged man stared in astonishment at the scene for a long time, unable to regain their composure, and then they looked at Mawile gripping Pusen's collar like a toy.
They, along with Pusen who barely recovered his senses with his physique, uttered the same sentence, "What on earth..."
"Congratulations, you trendy Rocket Team agent, you've missed the opportunity given by the elder."
Baimu walked out from the corner, accompanied by two Blisseys with blue glowing eyes, evidently the ones controlling the three Pokémon.
He walked slowly towards the two Rocket Team members shaking their heads, grabbed their necks without caring about their struggles, and neatly executed a collision.
With a snap, the two Rocket Team members fell straight down.
"Well... I have quite an expertise in hitting people."
Baimu said to the Dragon Elder and the middle-aged man whose expressions were extremely peculiar, and skillfully took out the Pokeballs from their pockets, retrieving the Pokémon controlled by Blissey.
These three guys are quite strong; Blissey almost couldn't control them.
Then he looked at the dazed Pusen, took his collar from Mawile, and dragged him to the side; a burly man of six feet stood powerless like a rooster about to be slaughtered.
"Baimu!"
The Dragon Elder finally couldn't hold back, "… No blood should be shed in the land of the ancestors."
Although he said that, the tone clearly had other implications.
Baimu and Blissey exchanged a glance, guessing that the aura surrounding him at the moment might be too heavy, prompting the Dragon Elder's advice — these respected individuals are always keenly perceptive.
He himself felt nothing, so he replied, "Rest assured, I know what I'm doing."
He nodded slightly at the two of them, took out many Wood Fruit Lozenges and handed them to Mawile to pass over, "These can awaken the Dragon-type Pokémon. But please don't be too loud, keeping it quiet around the Dragon Temple will aid my next action."
"Of course!"
The middle-aged man proactively received the Wood Fruit Lozenges.
"Thank you."
While speaking, Baimu dragged Pusen along, soon reaching a place out of sight of the Dragon Elder, and patted Pusen's face, "Hey~ Wake up~"
With two slaps, the sunglasses fell off Pusen, and he gradually woke up, instantly frightened by the gas mask before his eyes.
"You! Who are you!"
He shouted.
Normally, people would attack Pokémon first to deter the opponent or indirectly intimidate them. Who goes directly for the Trainer right away? This style reminded Pusen of a bunch of abnormal people.
"Who I am isn't important; what matters is how useful you are to me."
Baimu smilingly took the Rocket Team member's uniform from Blissey's hand, "You should be able to contact the airship, right? Even though I didn't see you communicate just now. I want to infiltrate later; you must give me this chance."
"On what grounds—ugh!"
Pusen hadn't finished his sentence before his head was submerged in the pool beside him, thoroughly enjoying it, along with a kick to his belly to make sure he didn't run out of air.
When Baimu pulled him back up, he gasped desperately while choking on the water.
"I don't know if you've heard this saying: 'As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.' I haven't taken a life in a long time and hope you don't force me to."
The devilish voice rang in his ears.
This made Pusen almost certain that this guy is one of those madmen.
But why would such a person appear among the Meteor People?
"How, how can I help you?"
Pusen responded, low and subdued.
The loyalty of Rocket Team members is based on admiration for Giovanni and the pursuit of wealth and status. However, if there's a threat to their life, loyalty might come into question.
He didn't know the situation of other Rocket Team members.
But Pusen, this pumped-up muscle head, clearly wasn't someone who would casually give up his heart.
"I'm really happy you're cooperating like this."
Baimu's smile under the gas mask grew more sincere, "Well then..."
Not long after.
The main control room of the airship.
The Rocket Team member in charge of temporarily commanding the airship weapons received a communication from Pusen.
"Pass the order, from now on those returning inside the ship to replenish equipment should open the hatch in advance to speed up the action! This time we're striving to seize every moment!"
"Understood!"
The Rocket Team member responded sharply, then hesitated, "Lord Pusen, is it really not necessary to help Lord Bashu? He seems to be in a hard battle..."
"I said no need, then there's no need! He's testing the power of Super Evolution! Don't disturb him!"
"Understood!"
The communication ended.
Three minutes later.
Baimu, with hat brim lowered, stepped into the interior of Rocket Team's giant airship on a hovercraft.
There were hardly any people in the cabin, as everyone was busily "working," whether collecting Dragon-type Pokémon, fighting the remaining elderly Dragon Tamers, or using Electric Shock weapons and sound wave weapons in the main control room to attack everywhere.
In short, they were very busy, having no time to concern themselves with a "Rocket Team member" suddenly returning to the airship.