Chapter 207: Poaching gang targets elves
Isn't that solved?
Chen Xizhou tilted his head and glanced, but didn't say anything.
At this time, silence is better than words, and the effect of silence is more significant.
At Fang Ling's signal, Niu Dazhong opened the door of the detention room and asked his Caterpie to pick up all six Poké Balls.
"Even so, I still trouble you to stay here for a while." Fang Ling put away the Poké Ball and shouted to the Murkrow in the detention room, "If you have any needs, you can tell us. If there is a way to meet them, we will try our best to meet you."
Voluntarily returning stolen goods can be punished less severely within the legal scope, and the current behavior of the three Murkrows meets the requirements.
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However, the specific sentencing needs to wait until the rest of the poachers and Pokémons are brought to justice, the law enforcement department completes the investigation, and the relevant departments review and prosecute before the trial can be carried out.
"Ah Dong——"
The honest voice sounded with the red light released by the Poké Ball, and six pink Pokémon appeared in front of Chen Xizhou and Fang Ling.
Chen Xizhou looked at the Slowpoke in front of him, and then looked at the Slowpoke beside him.
It turned out to be your same tribe!
However, the tails of these six Slowpokes were all broken!
Why were they broken?
Chen Xizhou suddenly remembered that in the entry of Slowpoke, their long tails were often pulled off. This kind of tail that would break and fall off naturally is an easy-to-obtain and very valuable ingredient.
It can be inferred that the other party must have done this for Slowpoke's tail.
However, was it naturally shed or cut off manually?
Chen Xizhou looked at the broken mark on Slowpoke's tail, and it was obvious which method the other party used.
Fortunately, Slowpoke's senses are dull, and even if its tail is eaten, it will not feel pain, and it will not even notice that a new tail has grown.
After Slowpoke examined the six Slowpokes in detail and confirmed that they were not affected by the tail cutting, he was relieved and told Chen Xizhou the result.
Chen Xizhou's heart was relieved.
At this moment, an idea suddenly came to Chen Xizhou's mind.
If a few more Slowpokes that can speak human language can be trained, the work efficiency of the Law Enforcement Bureau, the Research Institute, and the Fruit Laboratory will be greatly improved.
The only question is, does every Slowpoke have the ability to speak human language?
"I will take these Slowpokes away first. If you need any help, come to my office."
Chen Xizhou explained, collected the Slowpokes with the Poké Ball, and got on the special car back to the town. The follow-up of this case will of course be followed up by the Law Enforcement Bureau.
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At the same time.
At the foot of Yan Gui Mountain, a winding river passes through the forest, the clear waves ripple the river bank, and the sun shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.
Four poachers wearing ragged clothes and holding hunting rifles were painstakingly repairing their guns by the river, preparing for rescue work.
Although the river water was clear, there was no one on both sides of the river, and it was extremely quiet. Only the occasional crows made the river seem more mysterious.
The water source is often the safest place in the entire jungle, and the water source is also a place where all elves tacitly prohibit conflicts.
It is not known whether this rule is unique to the jungle of Langqi Island or the whole world. The thieves don't care, because it does not prevent them from staying safe by using this rule.
There are quite a few elves quenching their thirst by the stream, but even the elves in the upper and lower levels of the food chain are in a silent state of not interfering with each other.
For this group of outsiders, the wild elves here just pretend not to see them.
The poachers did not and dared not disturb these elves drinking water, and they exchanged information with each other.
Obviously, they had already discussed the rescue plan.
The poachers have given up on the two companions in the city hospital, because as long as they can rescue all the Murkrows in the elf detention center, the poaching operation can continue.
Suddenly, a crow elf wearing a big gentleman's hat on his head suddenly flew out from the woods.
It stroked the white feathers on its chest with its wings, looked coldly at the four poachers under the tree, and while making a strange cry, it took out a pink tail from under its wing.
It was the tail of Slowpoke.
The crow elf gently swung the tail of Slowpoke into the air, and then opened its beak, waited for the tail of Slowpoke to fall into its mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Although it was swallowed whole, the sweetness of the tail still made the crow elf unable to stop.
No!
I have to have another one!
The crow elf took out another tail of Slowpoke from under the other wing and enjoyed the deliciousness in the same way.
The only bald man with a red headband was the leader of the thieves. He stood up and asked the other members, "How are you, are you ready?"
"Ready!"
"My dick is thirsty!"
"It's ready."
The headband leader nodded, glanced at the crow elf on the tree, and waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go!"
As the poaching gang left, the crow elf, who had burped, began to follow slowly. A dark crow flew out from the tree behind it and followed behind. It was its little brother.
The poachers relied on the river beside them and did not disturb the creatures in the forest. There was no doubt that as long as they acted carefully, they could successfully rescue the three Murkrows.
When the moon was dark and the wind was high, it was a night of murder and arson.
At this time, the sunset had fallen into the sea, and Yan Gui Mountain was shrouded in a dim atmosphere. The poachers' pace became more and more rapid.
"Boss, there is a harvest!"
One of the thieves who was exploring the way suddenly sent a signal.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. It was a pink and fat Pokémon.
If it wasn't Slowpoke, which Pokémon could it be?
What should we do now?
Everyone and the Pokémon looked at the headband leader, who needed to make a decision.
What is the purpose of his gang?
Why go to the detention center to rescue three Murkrows?
Is Slowpoke worth money?
The three self-questions directly made the headband leader change the original plan, and the team stopped where they were and began to make a new plan.
The Slowpoke not far away was sleeping on a protruding rock by the river, not realizing that danger was approaching.
This silly little Pokémon couldn't be blamed.
The rule of "no conflict at the water source" was deeply rooted in the hearts of every wild Pokémon in this forest, and it didn't think it would be in any danger on the shore.
The headband leader and the team members made a plan together, and the Crow Pokémon and his younger brother Murkrow also patrolled the woods in the moonlight.
As long as they acted fast enough, this Slowpoke could be easily captured.
What the poaching team didn't notice was that where Slowpoke slept, there was a black shadow with scarlet eyes lurking in the stream.
Could this black shadow's target be Slowpoke?