Bloody Night

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"Very well, thank you for your help. I wish you a prosperous business."

After obtaining the information he needed, Bob smiled and left, hurrying back to the police station with the final list in hand.

When he arrived, the other officers had already returned.

Bob quickly joined the ongoing effort to track down the information they needed.

Despite the advanced technology in the Pokémon world, tracing a specific individual's information was not an easy task. Trainers often traveled to remote locations teeming with wild Pokémon for training. Such areas were rife with dangers, and trainers might encounter life-threatening situations.

If the personal information of a murdered trainer was retrieved and handed over to the Pokémon League, the situation might be manageable. However, if that information fell into the wrong hands, it could lead to complications that even the League would struggle to address.

Adding to the challenge were the world's unique beings, such as Ditto, which could transform into any form they desired, further complicating the task of identification.

Bob and the others worked tirelessly until evening. Fortunately, their efforts bore fruit—they managed to identify several suspicious individuals.

"That's enough for today. We'll thoroughly investigate their backgrounds tomorrow," Bob said, stretching and feeling the day's exhaustion catch up with him.

"But what if—just saying, what if—Officer Jenny finds out we had a lead and let it slip through our fingers?" Ross teased from his seat, flashing a mischievous grin.

Noticing the others turning their attention to him, Bob sighed, already anticipating their response.

"Fine, fine, I get it. Let's resolve this tonight," Bob relented.

"I'll head out with Ross to follow up on the leads," he added, dragging Ross into the decision.

"I knew you couldn't resist holding a grudge," Ross quipped.

"I can't help it. You smiled so smugly—it's your own fault," Bob shot back.

"That's creepy, Bob," Ross replied with mock disgust.

"Good, that means I've succeeded," Bob retorted, smirking.

With that, Ross got up and followed Bob toward the door.

"Be careful out there," one of their colleagues warned. "The suspect is dangerous. If you find anything, don't act recklessly."

"Don't worry. We know the drill," Bob reassured them.

As the two left, exchanging banter, the remaining officers shook their heads in bemusement. "Sometimes, it feels like Miss Jenny isn't the only rookie in this station," one remarked.

On the way, Bob turned to Ross. "Do you think the wanted criminal really came to Riverstone Town?"

"Who knows? Might as well try our luck," Ross replied.

"If we catch him, Officer Jenny might finally achieve her dream of solving this case," Bob mused.

"Exactly. Let's give it our all," Ross agreed.

With renewed determination, Bob tried to boost his morale.

Suddenly, a shadow darted past them.

As trained officers, both Bob and Ross were immediately alert. They instinctively reached for their Poké Balls, releasing their Pokémon in twin flashes of white light.

But they were too late.

A Scyther emerged, its blades gleaming ominously, and struck without hesitation. Bob and Ross fell to the ground, blood staining the pavement.

The Scyther turned its attention to their Pokémon, easily overpowering them with its elite-level strength. Meanwhile, the attacker released another Pokémon, sealing the fate of the officers' team.

"Why do you bother with these things?" the assailant sneered, walking over to their fallen bodies. "If you'd just stayed at the station, patrolling like fools, you might have lived a few more days. But no—you had to come chasing after me."

The attacker collected their Poké Balls, leaving Bob barely clinging to life.

Blood trickling from his mouth, Bob glared at the assailant, helpless to do anything. He regretted taking the shortcut; perhaps if they'd stuck to a safer route, this confrontation could have been avoided. But regrets meant nothing now.

Bob could only watch as the figure vanished into the night, taking their Pokémon and their lives along with him.

After securing the stolen Pokémon, the attacker headed straight for the police station.

Meanwhile, Tyson exited the training room with his Kadabra, which telepathically informed him that Matsuno hadn't returned yet.

"Let's head out and take a look," Tyson suggested, recalling his Charmeleon and Primeape into their Poké Balls. He left his Eevee perched in his arms while Kadabra followed close behind.

At the station, Ooka noticed someone entering. He immediately recognized the figure from the wanted posters and tensed.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Ooka asked, raising his guard.

"Relax, officer," the intruder said with a twisted grin. "I'm just here to deliver some bad news: Officers Bob and Ross are dead. And now, it's your turn."

The man threw down the IDs he had taken from Bob and Ross, then released his Scyther and Persian. The Scyther slashed through Ooka effortlessly, while the Persian sank its fangs into another officer's throat.

Blood sprayed across the room as the intruder locked the station door, his manic expression growing darker.

"Damn it! He's already here!" Tyson exclaimed as he stumbled upon Bob and Ross's lifeless bodies. Anger and worry welled up within him.

"Sir, you might need my help," a voice said calmly.

Under the moonlight, Tyson turned to see Matsuno, who he remembered from the Pokémon Center.

"Who are you?" Matsuno demanded, releasing his Pokémon defensively.

Tyson held out his Pokédex. "This should prove my identity. My Kadabra can teleport us to the station—there's no time to waste."

After confirming Tyson's credentials, Matsuno nodded. "Let's move."

"Kadabra, use Teleport!" Tyson commanded.

In an instant, they vanished, leaving the scene behind.

At the station, Officer Jenny arrived to find the doors locked. "What's going on? Did everyone leave early?" she wondered aloud.

Her Growlithe sniffed the air and growled. Something was amiss.

Inside, the assailant stood silently, staring at the door, his feminine face twisted with a murderous gleam.

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