Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 353 Commission

Headquarters of the Beijing Mecha Firefighting Team.

At six o'clock in the morning, most people are still asleep.

However, this team, composed of the nation's top security professionals, had already finished washing up, and the decision-makers were planning the division of labor for the day.

Of course, the other personnel are undergoing routine training, which ensures they won't panic when danger strikes.

"Hey! Atlas, don't you think it's been a bit too quiet lately? There haven't been any urgent missions at all." Garo ran after Old Pliers, but Old Pliers was just taking a stroll.

Yes, the headquarters uses the same mission system as the Flashsteel team, but because everyone has the obligation to take on missions, it is closer to the assignment system.

For normal firefighting tasks, local fire departments can handle them on their own. However, in the event of a large-scale natural or man-made disaster, the mecha rescue team will take action immediately and ensure that it can be airdropped to various parts of the country within half an hour.

Thanks to the space shuttle train technology of the Science City and the intelligence network of the Flash Steel Team throughout the country, the mortality rate has remained at zero since the country and the Science City reached a cooperation agreement two hundred years ago and implemented the second "one country, two systems" policy until three years ago!

Three years ago, the only fatal incident occurred: Xue Luoyan's self-destruction caused the supposedly zero-casualty mech rescue team to undergo training intensity that resembled training elves for the past three years.

"I advise you not to have such thoughts... When we're busy, others suffer." Old Qian tried to slow down so that Gallo wouldn't fall behind.

"That's true, but it's nice to rescue cats and dogs occasionally, or maybe secretly conduct a surprise inspection of the property management office." Gallo chuckled, unable to stay idle and genuinely wanting to find something to do.

"It's been so fast! It's been three years since you joined us, and every mission with you is so easy. When you first came, your body was stiff like it was rusty, and you would spontaneously combust all the time..."

Bang!

"Why did you suddenly stop?! You're hot all the time, and you're so hard, huh?!" Garo covered his nose and rammed his head into Old Man Qiang's hard shoulder at full speed! He almost broke his nose!

Before he could even complain, Garo was hoisted onto Old Pliers' shoulder and sped off towards headquarters.

Gallo only felt a blur before his eyes, and he was suddenly transported across the track and training ground, where Old Man Pliers placed him at the headquarters assembly point, carrying steamed buns from the cafeteria...

"Your speed is insane." Garo listened to the announcement that had just begun, touched his skin that was stinging from the wind, and looked at the steamed bun in his hand with a habitual expression. "How come you have time to get me a steamed bun?"

"You said before that the deployment was so fast that there wasn't even time to eat." Old Qian loosened his joints; the volume of this broadcast seemed a bit off.

"You're so reliable..." Garo covered his face, but didn't refuse, and ate the bun in two bites. "But thanks anyway, being hungry does affect efficiency."

Soon, they quieted down, listening intently to the broadcast, their expressions gradually becoming serious.

As the broadcast continued, more and more people gathered at the meeting point, and Gallo's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Urgent mission! An emergency has occurred in the border prison. Many prisoners have escaped in the chaos! They seem to realize that escape is unlikely and have begun to systematically create chaos around the prison! All members of the mech rescue team are requested to provide immediate support!"

After the broadcast ended, a man in a suit, accompanied by a black Metagross monster, came to the front of the group.

"Everyone, this is the current situation. We have received the location of the border prison. All machines except for the Leo Di Ganon have been released from restrictions. We must not let those escapees continue to run rampant outside!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The team members quickly and efficiently set off, pushing the speed to its maximum. Within just a few minutes, someone had already started the aircraft and entered the space shuttle orbit.

Old Qian was among them, but Zhou Tianyi stopped him: "Don't rush, there's a more important task for you. Besides, this task isn't suitable for you. Let them handle it."

"Not suitable for me? Why?" Old Qian rarely had doubts, but this was something he really couldn't understand. Clearly, it would be more efficient if he went.

However, Zhou Tianyi answered Lao Qian with another question: "The power of a god is hard to control, isn't it?"

"To be honest, we have a record of every time you use your power: excitement, impulsiveness, extreme control over the flames, and the sudden appearance of ice to prevent you from harming innocent people."

“Power comes at a price. Steel and Bug-type Pokémon wield the power of the sun. I’ve even considered sending you to the Green Mountain Mental Hospital for further studies.”

Old Pliers was speechless, just looking at his own hands. Although he was acting as the representative of the Sun God, his compatibility with the Sun God was... well, it was hard to describe.

The initial spontaneous combustion could not be suppressed until Xiao Tie borrowed power from across time and space. It was during that time that he had an inspiration and asked Kyurem for help for the first time.

Faced with an authority that was completely out of sync with the normal old man, Kyurem simply used a little energy to freeze the uncontrollable authority.

However, this also makes Old Pliers' Burning Soul almost bound to his godhood. The problem is that the Burning Soul already affects the mind quite a bit, and now the side effects are even stronger. Last time Old Pliers went all out, he almost leveled a mountain!

“Of course, that’s only part of the reason.” Zhou Tianyi interrupted Lao Qian’s thoughts. “This client has a very close relationship with you, and I think you need to meet him.” After saying that, Zhou Tianyi waved to Lao Qian.

Old Qian did not refuse and followed. Zhou Tianyi was very good to his people, especially his wife, and was extremely popular in the team. He was a qualified leader.

Soon, Lao Qian was brought into a separate room, but Zhou Tianyi leaned against the door.

This room is the only secure location in headquarters, and all conversations inside are confidential. Of course, it's not a place that just anyone can use.

Old Man Claw walked straight into the empty room, where a Poké Ball gleaming with starlight sat quietly on the only table.

Suddenly! A flash of red light!

A stone, seemingly lifeless, appeared, its mass completely disproportionate to its size, and it crushed the table into pieces!

“Buzz! (Nice to meet you, my representative of the divine position. I need your help. I could command you directly, but I don’t like doing that, and besides, for some reason I can’t reclaim my power.)” Kosm’s voice was like a pulse, but it didn’t make Old Claw feel uncomfortable.

“In other words, I need your help now.” Kosmom floated up using his psychic powers and conjured a hand from Nebula. “In addition, I will take you to find your trainer. As far as I know, your trainer and I, no, we are headed to the same place.”

Kosmom no longer used his usual soprano voice, but spoke in a more friendly Chinese, as if he had never expected Old Man Pliers to refuse, and even his way of addressing him had changed.

Looking at Kosmom, who seemed quite easy to get along with, Old Pliers hesitated for a moment, but the power of the sun within him was completely on the other's side, as if the other's words were not false. He extended his pincers and shook hands with the other.

Of course, the most important reason is Qi Hao's information.

"You have news of him? Then... it's a pleasure to work with you."

…………

At the doorway, Zhou Tianyi's aura was not as gentle as it was inside the room. He leaned against the wall, slowly took a drag of his cigarette, and his eyes gradually turned cold: "Cough! Cough! Duan Gangshan... are you really trying to take advantage of my team members... have you forgotten your original intentions like Zhang Zengsong?"