Pokemon: Daily Intelligence Updates

Tonight's harvest is quite bountiful.

Weepinbell's performance was commendable, and Poochyena also performed valiantly.

Moreover, there were extra gains—Remoraid and Shellder.

From Xia Mu's perspective as an excellent breeder, these two Pokémon are developing quite well and can be sold for a good price.

Xia Mu breathed a slight sigh of relief. Now, all that's left is the Weedle in the City Forest Park, and he can pack up and go home.

However, in Xia Mu's impression, the City Forest Park is quite large. How can he find this peculiar Weedle?

According to the information, the Weedle's horn will emit a faint blue glow under the moonlight, and he needs to arrive at the City Forest Park before twelve o'clock tomorrow night.

How should this information be used?

Why is the time limit so strict?

Xia Mu was somewhat puzzled, what was the intention of the information system's reminder?

Perhaps he will understand the meaning once he arrives at the City Forest Park.

The night is long, and the cold wind blows in gusts.

By the time Xia Mu arrived at the City Forest Park, it was already eleven o'clock at night. He had crossed most of the city just for a Weedle.

The once brightly lit City Forest Park had its lights turned off today, becoming pitch black.

Countless shadows flew in the air, making buzzing sounds of flapping wings, along with piercing insect noises from above.

The dark park was like the mouth of a terrifying beast, exuding a sinister and eerie sense of fear.

Xia Mu hesitated, wondering if he should just enter the forest like this, placing himself in danger for just a Weedle. Was it worth it?

Just then, a dazzling bright light emerged from the middle of the City Forest Park, along with crackling electric sparks shooting out.

It was this bright light that allowed Xia Mu to see clearly that these shadows were Dustox.

Many Dustox were hit by the electric light, their bodies wrapped in arcs of electricity as they fell from the sky.

But even more Dustox hovered in the air, enraged, stirring up gusts of wind.

Wind blades fell from the sky like raindrops, and the sound of fighting followed.

The Dustox's wings emitted silver powder in the air, and Xia Mu carefully held his breath, covering his mouth with his sleeve.

"So many Dustox?"

"This number is a bit scary."

An increase in the number of Dustox would pose a threat to the humans living in the city, bringing hidden safety risks.

Therefore, the Trainer's Guild in each city regularly issues missions to capture Pokémon.

It's just that the number of Dustox in this wave is a bit too high. Is it because a large number of Wurmple evolved at night?

Or did someone deliberately cultivate so many Dustox and then release them?

Conspiracy theories swirled in Xia Mu's mind.

The Dustox attacked like moths to a flame, and streams of electricity hit the Dustox like sheathed thunder dragons.

They fell from the sky like kites with broken strings.

Many Dustox were hit by flying Poké Balls during the fall, turning into a red light and being collected into the Poké Balls.

"Who is hunting Dustox here?"

Hunting Pokémon on a large scale in the city requires approval from the Trainer's Guild.

Usually, large-scale hunting of Pokémon is only allowed when a certain Pokémon becomes widespread and affects the ecological balance.

At this time, the Trainer's Guild will issue hunting missions, and some trainers will take on the missions from the Trainer's Guild and receive high rewards.

Those trainers are also known as bounty hunters.

There's no way around it, the expenses for trainers are too high. The combined savings of an average family can't afford the cost of raising Pokémon.

Especially since some Pokémon have very slow growth cycles and low returns.

Many people give up halfway through raising Pokémon because they can't afford the high training costs, and they switch careers to become office workers.

Xia Mu, protected by Weepinbell and Poochyena, boldly walked inside.

In the center of the City Forest Park, there was a particularly outstanding figure.

She had striking colorful hair, tied in pigtails, one side of the pigtails dyed pink and the other side dyed blue, giving a sense of rebelliousness and playfulness.

She also wore star-shaped red-rimmed sunglasses on her head.

Her eyes were large and bright, like cat's eyes, appearing incredibly lively in the night.

There was also a striking beauty mark on her face, like an elf under the moon.

She wore a baseball uniform and a hat on her head.

Her hands held two hunting guns, one black and one white.

These hunting guns are similar to pistols, but much more imposing, filled with Poké Balls.

Hunting guns are specifically designed for capturing Pokémon, with much higher accuracy than manually throwing Poké Balls.

They are usually used for large-scale hunting of Pokémon.

The beauty's hunting guns were clearly modified, with extremely high accuracy and not as bulky as ordinary hunting guns.

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Beside her stood a Mareep.

The Mareep's skin was pink, and its fluff had become very sparse, with only the remaining white fluff surrounding its neck. The ball at the end of its tail was blue, and it could emit a dazzling bright light when charged with electricity.

Usually, Mareep stores electricity in its soft fur.

The Dustox were attracted by the bright light from Mareep's tail, and this beauty took advantage of the Dustox's characteristic of being drawn to light.

Poké Balls shot out from the hunting guns one after another, and the beauty's hunting efficiency was extremely high.

Many Poké Balls were dropped on the ground.

However, these Poké Balls were still shaking, and occasionally one or two Dustox would break free from the Poké Ball's restraints.

But before these Dustox could recover, the beauty would quickly add another Poké Ball.

The number of Dustox in the air became fewer and fewer.

A black shadow was frantically fleeing on a tree trunk.

Its horn emitted a faint glow.

This black shadow was the Weedle that Xia Mu had been longing for.

At this time, it was spitting silk, swinging between the trees.

It was running and hiding everywhere.

Not only did it have to avoid the Dustox's attacks, but it also had to avoid the electric light's strikes.

The gale blown out by the Dustox blew the Weedle into the air.

Its bean-sized eyes were filled with terror.

Oh my god, does anyone understand?

I just took a nap, and when I woke up, everything had changed.

How could there be so many terrible Dustox here?

Usually, even a Wurmple is rarely seen in this park.

Heavens, why are they all chasing after me?

The Weedle's heart was collapsing at this time.

It just took a nap, and the nest it had built was gone.

Terrible Dustox were flying in the air, and a lot of electric light was spreading in the air.

Who did it offend?

I'm just an ordinary nobody, why does everyone treat me like a treasure, chasing after me?

Could it be that my parents offended a group of Dustox?

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