Pokemon: Bounty Hunter Chapter 187 187 The Poacher Team

Silas temporarily recalled Togepi and Gigalith. The forr wasn't yet developed enough to serve as real battle power, and this situation wasn't suitable for it to stay outside.

As for the latter—it was simply too heavy. Moving with it out in the open would give away their position long before they got close. Best to keep it back until the ti was right.

With Blaziken and Servine, Silas darted between the scarlet trees of the forest.

High above, Pidgeot soared, its sharp eyes locked onto the enemies below.

It continued its reconnaissance, quickly picking out several Pokémon scattered among the trees that served as sentries.

With a subtle tremor of its wings, Pidgeot shifted its flight path.

Silas narrowed his eyes at the nearly invisible black speck in the sky and imdiately understood what Pidgeot was trying to signal.

His brows furrowed. This wasn't so ragtag group of small-ti thugs—it was a well-trained poacher team.

According to Pidgeot's report, the enemy had spread out six Pokémon in a perfectly coordinated formation, each covering their zone with flawless spacing. Together, they monitored the entire area.

Silas halted, and instantly Blaziken and Servine reacted with practiced coordination—Blaziken slipping behind a tree, Servine slithering upward into the branches.

"Gigalith, sense their types."

Silas released Gigalith after all. Stealth would be difficult here; best to get a read on the enemy first.

Pidgeot couldn't co down now. If they lost track of the poachers, finding them again would be nearly impossible.

Gigalith gave a small nod and closed its eyes, attuning itself to the vibrations running through the earth.

"Gigalith…" it murmured softly, lowering its voice instinctively.

"Two Venonat, three Houndour… and one Houndoom, likely the leader?" Silas thought aloud.

Common enough choices for poachers' sentry Pokémon.

Still, this also confird they weren't part of a massive poaching syndicate—just a regular but experienced team. Silas allowed himself a slight breath of relief.

He checked the ti. It had been five or six minutes since the explosion when he had sent a ssage to Officer Jenny in Crimson City.

But this was deep within the Crimson Forest. Thick shrubs, tangled vines, and uneven trees filled the landscape. Vehicles couldn't even get through here.

That ant Jenny and her team would need at least seven or eight more minutes to arrive.

But can the wild Pokémon inside hold out that long? Silas worried.

From his own keen hearing and Pidgeot's feedback, he knew the embattled Pokémon were already struggling. Against overwhelming numbers, technology, and tactics, their resistance was fragile at best.

At any mont, they could collapse—and if that happened, death wasn't out of the question.

"Awooo~"

A long, pained howl echoed through the forest. It was nothing like the elegant cry such a Pokémon should have made—this one was raw with agony and frustration, cutting straight through the trees.

Silas's heart clenched. "They can't last much longer… Officer Jenny isn't here yet. I'll have to buy so ti myself."

He ordered Servine to lash its vines upward, signaling Pidgeot. At the sa ti, he motioned for Blaziken to follow Gigalith's readings and clear a path.

Pidgeot, hovering above, caught Servine's signal instantly. The next mont, it tucked its wings and dove.

"Captain! That Pidgeot's coming down!"

The poachers weren't fools. At first, they had ignored the circling Pidgeot, but after so long, it was obvious their presence had been discovered.

"Damn it!"

The leader of the poacher team scowled. He turned his gaze back to the massive fox standing before him—Nine tails swaying, its golden fur ragged with dust and wounds.

He had never expected the Ninetales to be this powerful.

Ninetales panted heavily, its once immaculate, silky fur in disarray. Its body was scored with gashes and matted with gri.

Behind it, in the shadow of a cave, two Pokémon Eggs were faintly visible.

The captain's eyes glead with greed. A near–Elite-level Ninetales, leaving the depths of Forest to nest here of all places and laying eggs? This was an opportunity too good to waste.

When his n had first brought him this information, he had nearly laughed with joy. If they secured this catch, the profits would last them a long ti.

Unlike the large-scale syndicates, his crew didn't field entire teams of Advance-class Pokémon. To have worn Ninetales down this far, he had relied on a lucky opening salvo—a rocket strike at the very start.

And now, burdened with protecting its offspring, Ninetales's strength was severely restricted. It simply couldn't keep up against over twenty ordinary- to Advance-level Pokémon surrounding it.

Especially not when many of them were Water- and Rock-types.

The captain's eyes glinted with cruelty.

Ninetales bared its fangs, eyes blazing with fury.

He saw it, and sneered coldly. "Everyone, increase energy output! Tech team, strengthen the artificial net. Water-types, stagger your attacks—don't give it a chance to recover!"

He snapped again, barking further orders: "Electric-types—three Advance Level, hit that Pidgeot with Thunderbolt! Keep it out of the way and give us ti to deploy the net."

He didn't care about conserving resources now. Better to lose so profit than to risk failure. A weakened near-Elite wasn't going to overturn the battle.

So long as they finished before Officer Jenny arrived. He had no desire to rot in a cell for life—the League's punishnts for poachers were notoriously severe.

If this had been a Champion-level Pokémon, he would have fled without a second thought. But this? This was manageable.

Too weak. Too unlucky. You'll beco my fortune, he thought, smirking as victory seed within his grasp.

Pidgeot? Just another bird. Against Electric-types and a web of conductive wire, what could it possibly achieve?

The poacher team moved in unison.

Weapons in their hands glowed brighter as they poured enhanced firepower into their attacks.

At the sa ti, torrents of Water-type moves—Water Gun, Hydro Pump, Bubble Beam—exploded from their Pokémon, filling the air with a flood of attacks.

Three Magneton hovered in formation, bodies pulsing with crackling electricity. After a brief charge, three bolts of lightning surged upward toward the diving Pidgeot. The streams even began to converge midair.

The captain's grin widened. His Magneton were among his best assets.

But even as the storm of attacks closed in, Ninetales's eyes glead. Though not Psychic-type, its natural affinity for supernatural powers allowed it to wield techniques like Extrasensory with ease.

And the older a Ninetales lived, the stronger its psychic talents beca.

After all, it was said a Ninetales could live for a thousand years.

One of its nine tails flickered faintly with light—but no one noticed.

High above, Pidgeot executed a graceful tactical roll, its tail feathers trailing a streak of lingering white energy as it slipped past the three converging Thunderbolts.

So this is supposed to be Electric-type power? It wasn't even as fierce as Blaziken's Flathrower. Pidgeot gave a mocking cry down at the three Magneton, its tone dripping with contempt. Pathetic.

The smug grin on the poacher captain's face lasted only a mont before vanishing.

He imdiately seized command of the Magneton. "Use Tri Attack—lock down its escape routes!"

Just a Pidgeot. No trainer's orders. And it dares to mock ? The captain seethed. Those Magneton were his personal pride, raised with his own hands.

The other poachers kept silent. Sure, their captain was furious over a bird's taunt—it was ridiculous—but he was the one paying them, so they didn't complain.

Pidgeot hovered in place, its powerful wings whipping faster and faster until a swirling storm gathered around it.

In the next instant, its Hurricane clashed with the three converging Tri Attacks, the collision detonating in a shriek of energy that rattled eardrums.

"Gigalith—Rock Slide! Blaziken—Flare Blitz Servine—Magical Leaf, rapid fire!"

Through the ringing in the air, Silas's commands cut through.

"Thud!"

Stones materialized above the poachers' Pokémon that had been pressuring Ninetales. One after another, the boulders ca crashing down, striking hard.

Two or three Pokémon were instantly pinned under the sudden onslaught.

The carefully ford formation shattered, their coordinated barrage against Ninetales abruptly broken.

The fox's sharp instincts pounced on the opening. "Awooo!"

With a desperate cry, it endured several Water-type attacks head-on. One glowing tail flared again, and its eyes blazed blue-violet.

The result was imdiate—seven or eight enemy Pokémon shrieked in agony as a devastating Psychic burst hurled them back.

It was Psyshock. Even Psychic-types themselves struggled to wield it so brutally.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

A roaring blaze surged forth. Through the flas, the silhouette of a towering humanoid Pokémon ca hurtling forward, legs driving like pistons as it charged straight into the chaos.

Blaziken.

Its body wreathed in fire, it plowed through four, five enemy Pokémon before colliding hard with a Golem, finally halting its rampage.

As the flas dispersed, Blaziken stood tall before the poachers' team. Its claws glead white, honed like blades, before it slashed downward in a brutal strike against Golem.

"Thud!"

The Rock Pokémon never even reacted. It wasn't that it was too slow—it was that Blaziken was too fast.

The sound of flesh and stone colliding rang out. But the one who fell wasn't Blaziken. Golem toppled backward, slamd into the dirt.

It wasn't knocked out, but it was down for the count, unable to rise quickly.

"Servine~"

Blue-violet leaves shimred across the battlefield, slicing through the chaos. Five or six of them hod in on the prone Golem.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

One after another, the leaves shattered against its rocky hide—but the Grass-type energy within still ripped through it, exploiting its Rock/Ground typing with brutal efficiency.

The newly evolved Golem, fresh from its recent evolution, let out a groan of sha and unwillingness before collapsing, defeated.

The poachers stared in shock. In barely four or five seconds, the entire tide of battle had flipped against them.

Their minds buzzed with confusion, the ringing of combat drowning out reason.

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