After sending the packages, Max was about to leave Ashford County when his phone rang. He pulled out a phone identical to the one he had smashed earlier from his pocket. "Drakoria has sent Julian to capture you," came a voice from the other end, accompanied by a faint static buzz, clearly processed to disguise the speaker. "So what? Even if he's a champion, he won't be able to find me, let alone the documents," Max replied with extreme confidence. When he left the laboratory, he had disabled all nearby surveillance, so there was no way to know which direction he had taken. Before leaving, he had killed all the lab personnel. Afterward, the timed bomb he set exploded, destroying the entire lab and killing all the guards inside. It was highly likely that the outside world would assume he had also died in the explosion. "You're too complacent. A Golem wasn't killed in the explosion. Julian already knows it was you," the voice on the phone said, tinged with anger. "Not dead?! How is that possible? Vileplume clearly finished it off!" Max exclaimed in shock. "Are you sure it was dead?" Max fell silent. He had trusted Vileplume and was overly confident, so he hadn't verified whether Golem was truly dead. Now, it turned out that Golem had survived—not only the attack but also the laboratory explosion. Its vitality was terrifyingly strong. "These are still minor issues. Julian had Celebi travel through time to confirm your location." At this, Max's expression changed completely. If Golem hadn't died, it was at most an unexpected setback, but it wouldn't significantly impact him. At worst, it would just reveal to Julian that he was the spy. He had already altered his appearance, and Golem didn't know which direction he had taken. So, it would still be very difficult for Julian to find him. But now things were different. If Celebi traveled back in time, it could easily determine the direction he had taken when he left. If Celebi was willing, it could even witness him sending the packages. With Celebi on Julian's side, it was practically cheating. Max's face now looked utterly grim. He even wondered if Julian had already sent Celebi back to retrieve the documents. Julian could indeed do this, but it would subject Celebi to severe backlash. While Celebi could travel through time, it faced many restrictions. Did people really think it could act recklessly in the past without consequences? "So that's why you told me to mail the documents," Max said, suddenly understanding. After all, compared to carrying the documents himself, sending them through courier carried some uncertainty. If they were lost in transit, all his years of undercover work would be in vain. At first, he didn’t understand why his contact had instructed him to do this. He thought it was due to a lack of trust, but now it seemed he was being completely abandoned. "You know what to do next. I don’t need to spell it out for you." Meanwhile, Julian had already landed in Ashford County. Arcanine’s nose was constantly sniffing. Because the streets were crowded and filled with mixed scents, coupled with the fact that Max seemed to have used a scent-suppressing spray, tracking him was extremely difficult. If not for Arcanine’s extraordinary sense of smell, they would have lost his trail long ago. Even so, finding Max’s scent among thousands of others—especially one that was extremely faint—was a tremendous challenge for Arcanine. Every few meters, Arcanine had to stop and reorient itself. Julian didn’t rush it. At times , he could only trust Arcanine. Suddenly, Arcanine’s eyes lit up. It noticed that Max’s scent had suddenly become stronger—or perhaps he had stopped using the scent-suppressing spray, allowing his natural scent to return to normal. The simple-minded Arcanine didn’t overthink why the scent had suddenly returned to normal. It only wanted to find that bastard as quickly as possible, complete the task its trainer had given it, and be praised as a good dog. Seeing Arcanine suddenly pick up the pace, Julian grew excited and leaped onto its back. Arcanine charged forward, carrying Julian with it. Releasing large Pokémon on the streets was prohibited, let alone allowing them to run wild. So, the sight of a sprinting Arcanine naturally drew a lot of attention. Its running form was exceptionally dashing and graceful. Passerby A: "Riding a dog will wear out your crotch!!" Julian: 'What the f**k?!' The comment nearly made Julian fall off Arcanine’s back. Arcanine thought that if the mission weren’t so urgent, it would have bitten the guy at least once. The galloping Arcanine, with Julian on its back, became the coolest sight around. Many people captured videos of Arcanine weaving through traffic, leaping, making sharp turns, and its mane flowing in the wind. As for Julian on its back, since Arcanine was moving so fast, no one recognized him as the famous Champion. However, Julian’s actions quickly attracted the attention of traffic authorities. Traffic police began intercepting him, but their motorcycles were no match for Arcanine’s speed and were quickly left behind. Arcanine looked back: "You losers, think you can catch me?" Then it made a mocking face at them. This provoked the officers even more. 'You’re already in the wrong, and now you have the nerve to taunt us?' 'Dammit, if we don’t catch you today, it’ll be a stain on our careers!' The captain hurriedly contacted headquarters, explained the situation, and requested additional support. At the same time, he instructed them to monitor the surveillance feeds to track Julian’s position. For traffic police, people like Julian, who rode Pokémon recklessly through city streets, were nothing new. Riding a Pokémon was fine, but racing one was not. Couldn’t he see how chaotic the traffic on the road had become? Facing red lights, Arcanine simply leaped over them, covering distances of a hundred meters in a single bound. Feeling that the people chasing were falling farther and farther behind, almost unable to see its tail, Arcanine wondered if it should slow down and wait for them. But as soon as it slowed down, Julian lightly smacked its head. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Hurry up and find the target!" Just by seeing Arcanine stick out its tongue, Julian knew exactly what it was thinking. He was focused on the mission, while this dog was busy enjoying the thrill of racing—even considering waiting for the pursuers. Was it trying to humiliate them? After being smacked by its trainer, Arcanine had no choice but to abandon that tempting idea. It sniffed the air again, confirming the direction. Soon, they were approaching an old residential area on the eastern side of Ashford County. This was an old-style neighborhood with narrow but interconnected alleyways. Arcanine’s large size made it difficult to navigate through the alleys, significantly reducing its speed. "Head to the rooftops," Julian instructed. Arcanine leaped up, landing on a rooftop, and began sprinting and jumping across the buildings. Soon, it stopped on the roof of one particular building. Arcanine: "He’s there." It pointed its paw toward the fifth floor—the trail ended right there. Upto 30 chapters ahead on :-