I am the boss of Sakaki

Chapter 1137 Reaching out to Alola

In Team Rocket, in the Kanto region, and even in several regions, the highest dark hall - Sakaki's office.

Sakaki crossed his legs, a cigar burning in his hand, and his stern face was filled with an air of arrogance and dominance.

In front of him was Guzma with a silly smile. In his hand, he was holding the latest space backpack developed by Team Rocket (there was no need for Palkia, as they could almost develop a basic space backpack based on Gengar), which was filled with various resources.

It was enough to make him, the leader of the underground forces in the Alola region who had not yet grown up, lose his way.

Guzma's smile hadn't faded since he entered the room. "Boss, don't worry. With me here, Interpol won't be able to find any clues about our smuggling team."

All I can say is that it is Interpol’s blessing to have Guzma in their organization.

Sakaki didn't answer Guzma directly, but just held his chin and thought for a while.

According to the normal course of events, Interpol had been established for some time, Guzma had investigated Team Rocket's smuggling crimes, and was then bribed by Sakaki.

From then on, Guzma became friends with Sakaki and received a large amount of funds from Team Rocket.

Later, he returned to Alola and established his own small force.

Now, although it is similar, there is still a big gap.

After all, Guzma was practically kneeling at Sakaki's feet.

Since Sakaki hadn't said anything, Guzma thought he had said something wrong, and the smile on his face seemed forced and awkward.

Fortunately, Sakaki quickly recovered and sneered, "Interpol? I never took it seriously."

Guzma was even more embarrassed.

If Interpol Sakaki doesn't take it seriously, what is he supposed to do?

His situation is somewhat dangerous.

The innocent smile on Guzma's face froze completely, and a barely perceptible trace of cold sweat even seeped out of his forehead. He tightened his grip on the space backpack, his knuckles turning white.

Just when Guzma's heart was in turmoil and he could hardly hold back his awkward smile, Sakaki finally moved.

He slowly lowered his hand supporting his chin, leaning forward slightly, his body full of oppression: "Interpol is just a bunch of flies following the rules. Other than that, they are useless."

Guzma's Adam's apple rolled, nervous and confused. "So... what does Boss mean?"

"However, although Interpol doesn't need it, I need you to be clean and even capable in their eyes." Sakaki's mouth curled up with a playful arc, "So, I will give you some credit."

He picked up a communicator on the table and pressed a button. "Give Guzma the information and time for the next operation. Set it for... three days from now."

Putting down the communicator, Sakaki looked back at Guzma, his eyes filled with unquestionable command: "This achievement is enough for you to gain a firm foothold within Interpol, and even receive a commendation."

"You must play the role of a crime-solving hero well, and use this identity to legitimately apply for transfer back to the Alola region for rest and recuperation or to handle local affairs. Do you understand?"

"But I just came out of the Alola region?" Guzma was a little confused.

"That's why I let you return home in glory." Sakaki narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

Guzma immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He understood that he had no choice but to do it, no matter what it was.

Otherwise, there is only one outcome for him.

Then, the smile on his face became warm again, even tinged with a bit of admiration: "Got it! Boss! I promise to act even more convincingly than the league champion!"

"Hmph," Sakaki snorted, clearly unimpressed by the flattery.

He leaned back and sank into the wide chair again, the cigar smoke swirling in front of his face, his eyes fixed on the bustling night scene of Kanto on the projection TV in front of him.

But his thoughts had obviously crossed the vast ocean and landed in the Alola region composed of warm islands.

"Alola...sunshine, beaches, Z-Moves..." Sakaki's voice held a rare hint of interest, but more of a concern for strategic resources. "Those unique island energies, and...the Ultra Hole concocted by those self-righteous scientists at the Aether Foundation."

The goal of the Ether Foundation is to travel to another world, but Sakaki is still itching to do so.

Then, his eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, "And those things that crawled out of the cave... those things called Ultra Beasts."

Paper Sword, Explosive Mosquito, Gourmet King...even the legendary glorious god Necrozma who can wrestle with the God of Creation.

Not to mention Necrozma, even Ogre is not an ordinary Pokémon. They are natural weapons of war, containing power far beyond the ordinary.

The Rockets need them, need to understand them, and more importantly... need to control them.

Perhaps to the world of Ultra Beasts and the previous world of Elves, they are destroyers and invaders.

But for Sakaki, they are very good natural weapons.

If used properly, it can be a surprising weapon.

"You grew up in Alola. You're familiar with the environment, the people, and even the less respectable corners there."

Sakaki continued, "It would be most appropriate for you to go back and raise the banner under the name of 'Skull Team'.

On the surface, you can be some unruly, trouble-making street thugs, or radicals dissatisfied with the island's traditions. But the core must be firmly in the hands of Team Rocket."

"Team Skull...Team Rocket Alola!" Guzma repeated the name excitedly, feeling his ambition ignite. "Boss, don't worry! I, Guzma, will definitely build a huge underground business for you in Alola!"

"Foundation?" Sakaki sneered, his eyes cold. "What I want is not a foundation, but a passage, a vision, a bridgehead for Team Rocket to project its power into Alola in the future. As for resources..."

He pointed to the space backpack in Guzma’s hand, “This is just the beginning.

The Rocket Team will open a secret route specifically for you to continuously deliver talents, weapons, equipment, and all the resources you need.

Remember, keep a low profile and infiltrate the island. Our primary goal is to gather all intelligence on the Ultra Hole and Ultra Beasts, especially the movements of the Aether Foundation. When the time is right, I'll go there myself!"

"Yes! Boss!" Guzma straightened his back, feeling more motivated than ever.

Sakaki stared at Guzma for a few seconds. It wasn't enough for Guzma alone, someone had to check and balance him.

As for the King level, Sakaki almost forgot that Ohnogi Cheng was about to arrive, and this guy was originally going to stay in Alola.

However, he is not suitable for the underground forces, but it is not a problem to check and balance Guzma for some time.

Sakaki's expression quickly became meaningful again. "Remember, Guzma, what Team Rocket gives you can be taken back at any time. Team Skull must and can only be Team Rocket's Team Skull."

This last sentence was like ice water poured on Guzma's fevered head, instantly sobering him up.

But he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction. Instead, he lowered his head even more respectfully: "Yes! Everything is for the glory of Team Rocket! Team Skull awaits your instructions at any time!"