Chapter 157: Taking Over the Turf

"The electromagnetic jammers have all been taken apart, huh…"

Baimu keenly noticed that the devices shielding the hover vehicles had all been destroyed—no wonder these people could fly around here without any hesitation.

Fortunately, he had already anticipated this before coming and had asked for a batch of new ones.

"First drive this guy off, then find a way to locate the Crystal Group people."

He turned his head and said this to the group.

The Quicksand team members responded immediately, and after some hesitation, the Hound team members also nodded to show they understood.

It was hard for these people to adjust to the change in their status—how could there be no process at all? Just because they were captured, they now had to start risking their lives for the Quicksand team?

Even though the die was cast, everyone knew the Hound team's Luo Qi squad was truly gone; being pushed to this point left their thoughts in disarray.

Worlds of Great Luo

But seeing Baimu's young and energetic face, they felt that following such a promising big brother wasn't bad either.

At least this one was generous and daring; the key was he would take the lead himself, rather than sitting safely in the back like other big brothers, leaving the people under him to do the dying.

The Hound team members hypnotized themselves, holding the Pokémon returned to them, and exchanged glances before having already made their decision.

At the same moment.

Baimu charged toward the middle-aged Ghost-type bikers with Mawile.

Knowing things wouldn't end so smoothly, he had always been consciously preserving the stamina of his Aggron and the others, precisely to avoid situations like this.

Or someone suddenly launching a sneak attack.

He was well aware that the Quicksand team occupying the Hound team's nest was actually quite unstable—under the contest between two sides, it was easy for a fisherman's situation to arise when the snipe and the clam fought.

The Hound team's third-ranking executive had defected to another organization; although affected by the earthquake, the state of his territory was a bit worse than that of the Jiemate squad.

But he hadn't taken casualties in the mine dispute, and the forces under him were very abundant—he might charge over and take a vicious bite at any time.

Had to be on guard.

In the distance.

The middle-aged Ghost-type bikers spotted Baimu and the others rushing over.

But God knows what they were thinking—perhaps they had gotten an advantage over the Crystal Group—because they didn't dart into the street blocks at the first moment to fight them in alley combat.

Instead, they quickly organized a seven-person motorcycle team, hollering as they swarmed toward them.

"This aggressive? Got something backing them up?"

Baimu gripped a Poké Ball and reminded Mawile in the sidecar, "Be careful! First take down the one surrounded in the middle! That should be the leader!"

"Chiyido!"

Mawile stood up, pushed off the edge of the sidecar with some force, and immediately shot forward like a bolt of lightning!

Its burst speed had improved significantly compared to the day it first arrived at Baimu's home, and combined with the bikers' desperate charge, they simply couldn't react in time.

They only heard a whoosh, the sound of wind rushing past their ears, followed by a scream from behind.

"Ah!"

They turned their heads to look back and immediately saw a hover motorcycle tumbling on the ground, its parts flying apart rapidly, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

And the biker on it, a middle-aged thug with fluorescent-pattern tattoos, lay on the ground together with his Pokémon in the distance, clearly unconscious.

What happened? What was that?

While they were terrified, Mawile—who had struck one of them like lightning—had already turned around and was chasing after them, though its speed wasn't as fast as at the initial burst.

Taking advantage of the moment they turned their heads.

Otsuka's Donphan roared and transformed into a solid tire, charging toward an oncoming motorcycle, completely ignoring the poison smoke spewed by Weezing on the motorcycle, and smashed the front of the motorcycle to pieces!

Boom!

The biker was still holding a bottle in his hand at this moment; the sparks generated by the friction during the shattering directly ignited the poison smoke spewed by Weezing, causing a violent explosion!

Bang!

The small fireball also reached the few motorcycles parked nearby, whose riders were also holding flammable and explosive glass bottles; before they could even throw them at Baimu and the others, they exploded.

Boom boom boom!

This also made Baimu and the others immediately choose to brake, watching rather speechlessly as those motorcycles fell apart and the bikers lay on the ground screaming nonstop.

The remaining two small fries saw this, got scared, turned around and left, flooring the accelerator instantly.

The Ghost-type youths in the distance who saw this scene were even more terrified out of their wits, jabbering something, and hurriedly rushed into the street blocks.

"Is this a joke?"

He was a bit speechless, turned his head to look at Otsuka and the others, "I thought they had some trump card, turns out they wiped themselves out. Otsuka, your Donphan was the hero this round."

"Hehehe…"

Otsuka scratched his head embarrassedly, saw Donphan rolling back to his side, and proudly rubbed its head, "Pure luck, pure luck."

The Quicksand team members nearby were fine, but the Hound team members were shocked—they had never imagined so many people could be dealt with so smoothly; it was simply like splitting bamboo.

They looked with reverence at Mawile flying back, well aware that if Mawile hadn't instantly taken down their leader in the first wave of attack, the follow-up definitely wouldn't have been so smooth.

"Clean up the battlefield, capture whoever needs capturing, contact the Crystal Group inside and have them come out to explain the situation."

Baimu turned his head and said this to a Quicksand team member.

"Understood!"

——

In fact.

Before Baimu received the assignment to come support, the street blocks under the Crystal Group's responsibility had already been swept through by many small organizations.

They had withstood the first wave, but couldn't withstand the second or third.

Because they didn't have strong enough combat power.

The Sand Group at least stuffed a cadre-level force like Baimu and seven or eight squad leaders into the ground forces; the Crystal Group, in order to occupy more underground city resources, only sent three squad leaders to handle the ground street blocks.

Understandable.

The block they'd been assigned was the poorest one in Luo Qi's group—nothing worth squeezing—so dispatching three squad leaders was already decent of them.

But after the earthquake, during the internal chaos, those small organizations grew bold and kept coming to skim off the spoils.

The Crystal Group's people couldn't hold on for a moment.

Even more ridiculous was that after they called for help, not a single officer-level member of the Crystal Group was willing to come, the Stone Group had its hands full with its own problems, and it ended up taking personnel from their sworn enemy, the Sand Group.

Downright ironic.

And by the time All Baimu linked up with the Crystal Group's people, only one of those three squad leaders was still standing—the other two were down, and many of the regular members were wounded as well.

The surviving squad leader saw All Baimu and his face changed. "Why is it you?"

"I'm the only one who could spare a hand. Your own people wouldn't come."

The latter swept a glance at him. "Giving me attitude? Then I'll leave right now—you lot can keep getting worn down here by those people. Even if you get worn to death, it's none of my business."

With that, All Baimu turned to leave.

"W-wait, please, Brother All Baimu, save us." The man lowered his head in considerable embarrassment. The Crystal Group and All Baimu had old grudges, but given the current situation, they had no choice but to rely on his strength, so without much hesitation he struck a humble pose.

All Baimu nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it. What's the situation in the block now? Which areas still have people putting up resistance, which areas have been occupied by those outsiders? Has the water been cut, the power? Turn on the surrender-persuading loudspeaker—you must have one, right…"

The barrage of questions left the man dizzy.

"P-please, slow down a little."

"Let me put it simply and clearly: from this moment on, I'm taking command here." All Baimu looked at the man and said, "If you have any objections, you can take it up with your superiors."