Reincarnated in a Pokémon world

18. The Black Man

Lyon was crept out by the eerie atmosphere coming from nowhere. The one in front of Lyon should be a gentleman full of goodwill yet all Lyon felt from him was malice. The black man was smiling towards Zangoose but it kept shivering in fear. Looking at its forepaws where two long black claws should have been on, Lyon thought of a possibility. If that was true then again he's in some deep sh!t.

Zangoose had been put down earlier but it was barely able to stand. Now its body kept trembling and its eyes filled with terror. What he thought was probably true. Now Lyon had to think of a way to get out of this mess. He pulled Zangoose and stepped in front to block the black man sightline towards it. This son of b!tch had totally disregarded him because he was a child. Only now the black man would spend a little of his time to pay attention at Lyon and it seemed he didn't like Lyon's act judging from how he knitted his brows together. But Lyon got to do what he got to do.

- Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Lyon. May I have the honor to know your name?

It seemed like the black man didn't expect Lyon to act in such an elegant manner. He was startled a bit then immediately regained his composure. The black man squinted his eyes and a slow, cold smile spread across his face.

- Nice to meet you too. My name is Joltérax. May I ask you a question?

- Yes, please. – Lyon agreed with his mouth but denied in his head. He just wanted to get away from here as fast as possible. Right now was the worst time when none of them had much strength to fight.

- Is that Zangoose your Pokémon?

Again the black man asked with a smile. It seemed like that smile would permanently stay on his lips. But Lyon wasn't very fond of him. Somehow Joltérax's eyes sent chills down his spine.

- Yes, sir. We have been partners for a very long time. – Lyon tried to keep his composure or this man would figure out.

- Then it's too bad. I also had a Zangoose. And here I thought I had found my Pokémon.

Joltérax closed his eyes and put his index finger on his chin. After thinking for a while, the black man opened his eyes again and gazed at Lyon.

- May I ask you again? Did you see a Zangoose and a Ralts together?

Joltérax then glanced at Kirlia now lying on the ground. Pretended to not see his action, Lyon shook his head and gave a definite answer.

- Sorry, sir. I didn't see any Ralts recently.

Joltérax chuckled at his answer and scrutinized Lyon like he was some interesting objects.

- There's no need to apologize. It's a pleasure to meet another Zangoose and Kirlia at this place.

Lyon didn't want to play this mind game any longer. Both the black man and he knew Zangoose and Kirlia had been Joltérax's Pokémons. Especially Zangoose had such unique characteristics. But the black man didn't have any proof. Lyon also wanted to pretend to not know anything. That led to this stupid conversation. But now Lyon didn't want to keep this façade when both parties already knew the truth. He only hoped the black man would give up and let them get away without any troubles. Especially when Joltérax was being chased by Zelta. If a fight broke out here, it would have attracted his enemies.

Why did Lyon know this? He only had to deduce from the whole situation. In this part of the forest, Lyon only saw those Zelta groups kept on searching for someone and nobody else. Lyon had heard with his own ears that they were looking for a person who was bringing valuable goods. That's definitely not a 5-year-old child. So Lyon was aware of another person aside from him and Zelta groups in this part of the forest.

- Then I am not going to bother you anymore. Right now I have something to do. Let's meet again someday, sir.

Lyon said so but Joltérax didn't give a immediate response. "Well, I don't care anymore. Let's run away, fast!" But that's only his wishful thinking. The black man suddenly pulled a gun and pointed at Lyon.

- Sorry, kiddo. I can't risk letting any leads to me roam free.

F#ck!!! Another heretic! When Lyon got the two revolvers, he found out that they were kind of different from those in his previous life. Those two revolvers didn't have any recoils. That's the reason why even a 5-year-old child like him could use them. Nevertheless, they still produced a loud noise. Now the black man still wanted to use a gun on him. "It would attract your enemies to come here. Are you sure you want to pull the trigger?"

Lyon was convinced that the black man wouldn't dare to do so. Too bad this time Lyon miscalculated. Without any hesitations, Joltérax pulled the trigger. Fortunately, Lyon had rolled on the ground earlier just in case. And his action helped him barely avoid the bullet.

F#ck!!! D÷$ei8@&¥07spr%3€wxx. To think this son of b!tch really did so! He had never imagined a gun without a silencer producing no sounds and no recoils existed. Lyon couldn't run anymore when Joltérax was armed and there were fainted ones among them. He immediately shouted.

- Espurr! Deerling!

Espurr used Confusion on the gun. Its eyes glowed light blue. The gun also became surrounded by a light blue outline and flew out. Then Deerling performed Tackle. It slammed its head into Joltérax's abdomen.

Lyon could see his face was distorted in pain and anger. Joltérax didn't bother to keep his composure anymore. He gave Lyon a murderous look with bullet-shaped eyes. So this was his real face under the mask, huh. If looks could kill, Lyon would definitely become a beehive full of holes. Joltérax was standing there and suddenly a gleeful smile spread across his face. But the voice coming out of his mouth was icy cold.

- It's been a long time since I last felt this much anger. Let's play, kiddo.