Chapter 247: The Mafia Murkrows Submit, Pai-Pai Desperately Seeks Reinforcements!

Oliva's olive oil shots, comparable to bullets in both speed and power, opened Luo Mu's eyes; afterward, he had Oliva fire at the sky to test its shooting range.

The result was—

It could reach the flight altitude previously maintained by the Murkrows, and combined with the speed and volume of fire, it was enough to plunge the Murkrow flock into chaos the instant the battle began!

For Pokémon, evolution is not only a transformation of life level but also grants them psychological growth within a short period.

Just like Ash's obedient Charmander becoming rebellious after evolving into Charmeleon, so too did Oliwa, after evolving into Oliva, now exude a mature temperament and an aura of kind-hearted compassion.

Receiving Luo Mu's affirmative response, Oliva nodded gently, a flash of sharp light passing through its slightly narrowed eyes.

If those Murkrows still dared to intimidate its children, it would have to step in and teach those bad children from outside a lesson.

Let it save these bad children who have strayed from the right path.

The somewhat timid and shy Oliwa, after evolving, had clearly and smoothly transformed its mindset into that of a slightly kind-hearted, compassionate mother.

April 20th, early morning.

Familiar hoarse cries rang out outside the window; Luo Mu, lying in bed, opened his eyes, his gaze perfectly clear, without a trace of the anger or confusion one might feel when woken from deep sleep.

The corners of his mouth curled upward, revealing an expression of someone eager to watch a show: "It seems they have arrived."

Just as he and the Oranguru had anticipated, after he withdrew the Pokémon guarding the chicken coop, the moment dawn began to break, the Murkrows, who had been holding back for several days with nowhere to vent their frustration, could not resist forming gangs and arriving at his door with imposing momentum.

Luo Mu did not rush out of the room in anxiety; from the moment these Murkrows appeared, they were already turtles in a jar.

Brewing a pot of hot tea, Luo Mu brought a chair from his desk and sat down, his gaze passing through the window to look at the dozens upon dozens of Murkrows densely packed above the chicken coop, his expression calm.

All that remained was to watch the performance of the Pokémon mobilized by the butler Oranguru.

"Caw— Caw— Caw!"

The Murkrows circling above the chicken coop let out excited screeches; the small pebbles they carried fell pitter-patter onto the coop's roof, and since those chicks were currently hiding inside this hateful wooden box, the noise created by dropping the pebbles was enough to shatter their courage.

Although they could cause greater destruction using long-range moves, both instinct and brain told the Murkrows they must maintain a certain degree of restraint, otherwise they would invite the wrath of this farm's owner.

Since the number of pebbles the Murkrows could carry in their claws was limited, they began to rotate shifts, traveling back and forth between the inside and outside of the farm, picking up small stones to wildly strafe the chicken coop.

The nearby guarding Feng Su Gou and Manectric tried their best to blow away and burn up the small stones, yet quite a few still slipped through their blockade and landed on the chicken coop's roof.

With their high level of intelligence and tacit teamwork, and rumors that they could even use ropes to bind enemies, if these Murkrows were placed in the world before Luo Mu's transmigration, they would mostly be considered spirits that had become demons.

But no matter how high one's kung fu, one must still fear kitchen knives and bullets.

Not to mention that the cunning humans and the gorilla had specifically set up a "trap" aimed at them.

Suddenly, the door of the chicken coop opened; Oliva poked its body out, glanced at the trembling chicks inside the coop, then gently and softly closed the door again before looking up at the sky.

Oliva's appearance caused the Murkrows' airstrike to stall for an instant; looking at Oliva's figure, which seemed both familiar and somewhat strange, the Murkrows began to hesitate whether to continue.

Until one Murkrow recognized Oliva: wasn't this just the evolved form of that powerless Oliwa that could only shrink off to the side?

Just like those two stupid dogs, this little weakling posed no threat to them whatsoever, even after evolving!

After the Murkrows made such a judgment, they threw the small stones even more vigorously.

Even a few small stones landed on Oliva's branches and leaves; it didn't hurt much, but it was enough to make Oliva's already suppressed fury erupt completely.

Oliva's originally upward-curving, narrowed eyes opened wide, fury filling its pupils; the Pokémon famous for compassion in the forest now displayed anger comparable to a volcanic eruption.

After a brief charge, countless streams of olive oil shot out from Oliva's spread arms and body, their speed faster than bullets and their power like small bombs capable of shattering rock.

All this olive oil was fired into the sky; the sudden and dense attack stunned the Murkrows, and immediately afterward, the instant the olive oil struck their bodies, searing pain erupted from their bodies, wings, heads, and various other places.

Many Murkrows instantly lost their ability to fly, falling to the ground pitter-patter like rain.

Some Murkrows barely withstood the impact but discovered their wings were incredibly heavy; the olive oil had matted their feathers together, making it exceedingly difficult to even flap their wings to maintain their current flight posture, let alone flap harder to gain altitude or escape.

The lucky few Murkrows who were not hit by the attack were immediately so frightened that their feathers stood on end, scattering in all directions like birds and beasts fleeing.

Outside the farm, the Murkrows who had just returned with new stones ready to rotate shifts saw the situation was unfavorable and immediately planned to slip away.

At this moment, the Oranguru hidden in the shadows waved its fan, and an aerial combat team led by Dragonite, consisting of Luxray, three Dragonair, the Dragonite leader, and Moltres, surged forward.

Amidst splashing electric currents, swathes of Murkrows fell to the ground, lifted by the Oranguru's psychic power to float slowly toward the interior of the farm.

On the main battlefield by the chicken coop, fury allowed Oliva to perform at one hundred and twenty percent of its strength, not to mention that under the farm's unrestrained, all-out special training over the past few days, its strength had improved at a rapid pace.

The dense olive oil, not like handgun bullets but like machine gun bullets, directly formed a saturation strike.

In just a short while, the figures of the Murkrows in the sky vanished completely; the Murkrows, who had just been soaring with overwhelming arrogance, now lay scattered on the ground, their feathers covered in oil, unable even to fly.

Some "great genius" Murkrows endured the dull pain in their bodies and barely stood up, wanting to transform into ground-chickens and hop out of the farm, only to be surrounded by other Pokémon from the farm gradually arriving, truly finding no path to the sky and no gate to the earth.

Looking at the expanse of fallen Murkrows around it, Oliva lowered its head to look at the olives on its own body; besides the satisfaction generated from successfully teaching these bad children a lesson, a thought slowly sprouted in its heart.

It turned out that all feelings of fear and powerlessness stemmed from insufficient firepower.

As long as its power was stronger, and the olive oil bullets it fired were faster, stronger, and more vigorous, it could better protect its children and the farm!

Oliva had attained enlightenment.

Oliva slowly walked over to a Murkrow with three claw marks on its chest.

The Murkrow, struggling desperately and trying to groom the grease from its feathers, sensed a shadow covering its body; its movements froze, and it looked terrifiedly at Oliva, which was quietly watching it.

The Murkrow involuntarily let out a sound of begging for mercy.

"Caw caw croak?" (Heh, can we reconcile?)

At 8:30 AM on April 20th, the notorious mafia faction in the outskirts of Pingdie Town—the Murkrow Gang—was captured; a total of sixty-six Murkrows were arrested in this plan, recorded by later generations as the "Operation Exterminate Crows."

On the same year, same month, same day, and same hour.

The boss of the Murkrow Mafia gang—the Murkrow with three claw marks on its chest where no feathers grew—let's just call it Skarmory Skarmory Sanmao.

Skarmory Skarmory Sanmao announced the unconditional surrender of the Mafia Murkrow Gang and signed a humiliating contract with the farm; not only must they submit to the forces of Luo Mu's Farm, but they must also take responsibility for guarding the farm's airspace, regularly driving away other flying Pokémon who come with ill intent.

Just like the former Murkrow Gang.

The farm's open ground.

Dressed neatly and strolling leisurely, Luo Mu looked at the members of the Murkrow Gang squatting obediently on the ground, occasionally shaking their heads or peeking around, looking as if they suffered from hyperactivity disorder, and expressed his appreciation to his butler and strategist, the Oranguru, as well as the Pokémon who participated in the operation.

"Everyone did a great job."

The Pokémon, who had cooperated together to guard the farm's tranquility and peace, also proudly puffed out their chests, their faces full of pride, their hearts filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Via telepathy, Wisdom Ape briefly explained the current situation to Luo Mu, along with all known information about these Rookidee.

For instance, these Rookidee lived in a forest not far from the farm—not the woods belonging to the Queen Bee's swarm, but a larger forest—and their gang's arrival to cause trouble was indeed simply because they wanted to do bad things.

This outcome fell entirely within Luo Mu's expectations.

However, regarding what the Rookidee temporarily named "Skarmory Skarmory Sanmao" had said—that the claw marks on its chest were inflicted by the leader of another force in the forest, the Fletchinder Gang's leader Fletchinder—this statement raised new questions.

Why would the Rookidee nearly empty their entire nest just to cause trouble?

Weren't they afraid that leaving their territory defenseless would allow the Fletchinder to exploit the opening?

In response to Luo Mu's question, Skarmory Sanmao provided an answer.

Those Fletchinder currently had no time to attack their territory; food was scarce within the forest, everyone was busy foraging, so who had the leisure to fight?

Their persistent troublemaking stemmed partly from sheer stubbornness, and partly because they were genuinely craving those chicks.

After clarifying the cause and effect, Luo Mu fell silent for a moment; looking at these Rookidee, he noted that aside from the special case of Moltres, bird-type Pokémon actually had very small appetites—generally, a few Berries sufficed to provide the energy needed for a day's activities.

Coincidentally, the Berry trees had borne a second crop some time ago, and recently he himself had been considering expanding the planting scale.

Although these Rookidee had committed offenses, their current pitiful state already counted as punishment; the unequal contracts Wisdom Ape and Arboliva had made them sign were slightly too harsh.

It would be better to offer a carrot after the stick, giving these ready-made laborers more motivation to guard the farm's skies, with the cost being merely a small batch of Berries.

Not to mention that in the future, once these Rookidee evolved into Corviknight, other uses might yet be developed.

After pondering for a while, Luo Mu spoke: "From now on, you will take turns sending ten Rookidee each day to guard the farm's skies; of course, I won't make you work for free—every day I will pay those ten Rookidee a wage of seven Berries."

"How does that condition sound?"

After all, how much money could a single Berry fetch, especially the cheapest Oran Berries and Pecha Berries? Exchanging such a tiny cost for aerial defense capability was practically getting something for nothing!

As soon as Luo Mu finished speaking, Skarmory Sanmao first froze for an instant, then began nodding frantically like someone pounding garlic, looking at Luo Mu as if gazing upon Arceus.

There was actually a wage!

It had decided: upon returning to its territory, it would write an essay titled "The Peach Blossom Spring"!

With the Rookidee matter thoroughly resolved and having gained a batch of cheap labor, Luo Mu felt quite content; after preparing a lavish meal at noon for the Pokémon to eat and drink their fill, he lay down directly on his lounge chair while the sunlight was just right.

Looking up at the sky, the Rookidee Gang, formally dissolved, had been reorganized into the Rookidee Sky Patrol, which was now on duty, diligently patrolling the skies and occasionally driving away flying Pokémon that wandered in or came with ill intent, completely freeing Luxray and Dragonite and the others from that burden.

Chuckling softly, Luo Mu opened his phone and began looking up information regarding the "Paldea Great Crater."

Although in the game he had ventured into the Paldea Great Crater and Area Zero, resolving the incidents caused by the AI versions of Professor Sada and Professor Turo.

Yet many secrets of the Paldea Great Crater remained unexplained; he hadn't played the subsequent related DLC, and having never actually entered the place himself, his understanding of it was quite limited.

Not long ago, Luo Mu had already promised Peony that as long as he trained diligently, he would take Peony into the Paldea Great Crater to meet Professors Sada and Turo.

Some time had passed since that promise, and since Professors Sada and Turo had entered the Great Crater; although Peony's strength had not yet reached the level required to accompany him down into the Great Crater, it was better to start preparations early.

If possible, it would be best for him to personally descend a few times to familiarize himself with the environment; Peony was his student, and he absolutely must protect him.

"Hmm, so the observation station was built eighty-five years ago? Having heard Professor Sada mention that the Paldea Great Crater research project had been frozen for a period and only restarted a few months ago, it is likely still advancing; there should still be some buffer time before the time machine is constructed."

Luo Mu felt that no matter how brilliantly gifted Professors Sada and Turo might be, they surely wouldn't complete the time machine's construction within half a year; relative to the node when Peony's Ao Ao Jiaofu was injured, there should still be leeway before the time node when the two professors met their misfortune.

Information about the Paldea Great Crater on the internet was extremely scarce, consisting mostly of superficial data or criticisms related to the Book of Zhu Zi, indicating that the Paldea League was currently adopting a policy of keeping such information as confidential as possible.

Luo Mu searched again on the mission website he frequently used before, and as expected, found no missions related to the Paldea Great Crater.

"Hmm, whether for data or missions, it seems I really must ask Geeta?"

Pondering for a moment, Luo Mu planned to call Geeta.

Just then, a phone call rang that he had not expected.

"Peony?"

This kid should currently be on vacation; given his nature, he didn't seem like the type to proactively ask about training issues, so why would he call at this time?

Or perhaps he wanted to come play at the farm?

But asking the person directly was still the best approach.

Luo Mu's eyebrows lifted slightly; he slid the screen to answer the call, and instantly Peony's somewhat panicked voice, tinged with tears, came through the receiver: "Brother Luo Mu, what should I do? Mom and Dad haven't contacted me for quite a long time."

Luo Mu instantly sat up straight, his brows knitting together as he said in a deep voice: "Could it be that they are very busy right now and have no time to call you?"

On the other end of the line, Peony shook his head, his voice filled with unease: "No, during this period they have always kept their promise, contacting me at fixed times; if they couldn't call, they would send a text message."

"But this time, there has been absolutely no news from them for a full three days."

(End of Chapter)