svetikya Chapter 258 Polsalino: Doraemon, Use Any Door!
Chapter 258 Polsalino: Doraemon, Use Any Door!
I have to say that these replies under Garp Vice Admiral's dynamic, although they are all good things, always give people a weird feeling. However, Makabaka was only a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy after all. Whether it's the navy element here or the weirdness of Yin & Yang from netizens, Makabaka didn't notice it at all. He continued to follow the rhythm happily, and added his own blessing at the back:
"Hope Garp Vice Admiral live younger and younger, you will always be the pride of Marine!"
Click to send.
Refreshing the page shows that the reply has been successful. Makabaka just wanted to close the page when a series of dingdong sounds suddenly sounded in the message prompt in the upper right corner.
"what happened……"
Makabaka was stunned for a while. He cautiously opened the background message page, but was stunned to find that the reason why the message alert sounded all the time was because the reply he had just sent was actually received within half a minute. Supported by thousands of likes!
After finally waiting for the beep to stop, Makabaka went back to Garp Vice Admiral's personal homepage and saw that under the other party's update, the own reply had already received more than 20,000 likes, and it was strongly squeezed in. The list of popular replies, appeared in the front row!
"Eh?!"
Makabaka was stunned, and touched the back of his head, "Is it so well-recognized by everyone?"
really! There are many others who, like me, admire Garp Vice Admiral from the bottom of their hearts. They must have seen this sentence and felt the same way, so they worked hard together and sent themselves a popular reply. !
Thinking of this, Makabaka felt warm in his heart, and at the same time was very excited - more than 20,000 likes, you know, since he was born, he has been living on the island in his hometown, and he has never seen two Thousands of people!
When Makabaka was hesitating whether to reply "Thank you" again, a clear message reminder sounded in the background.
"User 'the person in charge of Group 2 of Section B' gave you a private tip of 1450 Bailey, and left a message saying 'Well done, netizens in the north of the mainland, continue to work hard', please pay attention to check it!"
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"...Ehhh?!"
If it is reasonable to say that I received tens of thousands of likes and supports just now, then this sudden reward, Makabaka is really incomprehensible.
Why give me 1450 Bailey? And I'm not a netizen from the north of Red Line?
The thirteen-year-old Makabaka started his little brain and thought about it for a long time. In the end, he couldn't come up with a reason. He had to search for this user named "Head of Group 2 of Section B" and sent him a private message:
"Hello, may I ask, did you send me 1450 Bailey by mistake? If so, I can give it back to you. /smile.jpg"
It didn't take long for the man to reply:
"Are you mentally ill? Are you joking with your boss during work hours?"
"Or do you think the price of 1450 Bailey is inappropriate and want to temporarily raise the price?"
"Bah! Who do you think you are treating as dogs? Do you know how many people use us as a beacon of guidance and volunteer to work for us for free?!"
"Thanks to you being a temporary non-staff, if you are officially hired, our existence will be exposed in minutes!"
"Zhuo, I know you non-staff personnel are unreliable! Working overtime also adds to daddy's block! The more you think about it, the more you get angry! You send out your number code, and daddy will go to you to settle the account now!"
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It was full of not-so-friendly news, one after another, which Makabaka could clearly feel across the screen. And judging from the last one, the other party seems to want to find himself in reality, which is completely a personal threat.
Makabaka was so frightened that he hurriedly closed the page, and quickly blocked this guy, and then patted Own's chest for more than a season.
It turned out that this guy didn't admit the wrong person, but he was simply a neurotic. He spoke incoherently, and his brain was definitely not normal. No wonder he sent 1450 Bailey for no reason.
Thinking so, Makabaka poured himself a glass of water, and his mood suddenly calmed down a lot after drinking it. Trying to forget about it, Makabaka turned back to the watchlist and began to swipe the updates of the rest of the authenticated users.
Fortunately, there was no such strange phenomenon in the remaining big Vs he followed. Seeing that the reply of own sank into the sea and disappeared without a trace, Makabaka had an inexplicable peace of mind.
And these dynamics are also very interesting. Seeing the happy appearance of these big people whom he admires, Makabaka's mood gradually improves. In particular, "Kizaru" Polusalino, one of the three Admirals of Naval Headquarters, also liked his own reply, which made Makabaka almost jump off the sofa in excitement.
In the blink of an eye, more than an hour passed, and when I happily finished all the interesting news, the sky was completely dark, and the bright moonlight shone through the window and scattered on the edge of the sofa.
Although he likes the freshness and excitement brought by the phone bug network, Makabaka still has a strong ability of self-discipline. Seeing that it was not too late, he got up and went to wash briefly before returning to the bedroom on the second floor.
Before turning off the lights and going to bed, he turned on the phone bug, wanting to play one last five minutes. However, it was the last five minutes of playing, and he didn't expect to see any amazing content. He just passed the time habitually and prepared to fall asleep. After all, most of the phone bug network users in this world still have normal work and rest times.
It was just that when Makabaka clicked the refresh button, the dynamic displayed at the top made him wide-eyed.
It was a message from the Supreme Commander of Marine, Marshal Sengoku with the title of "Buddha Sengoku". It was just released five minutes ago. The picture shows the flags of Marine and World government. It is simple but inexplicable, and the text is more It's just two simple sentences:
"The big one is coming!"
"Follow Marine's official live broadcast room to witness the justice of the crusade against evil!"
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That's right, whether it's the strange internet situation that young Makabaka felt, or the strange statement made by Marshal Sengoku just now, it all means one thing, that is, although Marine's Great Burning Crusade has not officially started, it is more From the frontal battlefield, the public opinion war that is not inferior in intensity has already begun in the rear.
Reasonable people, ordinary people who don't know the truth, guides, 14.5 million, 500,000... Just like before Polsalino crossed, during the war between Da Mao and Er Mao, all kinds of demons suddenly poured out, Then brush the general presence everywhere.
However, unlike the situation at that time, in today's pirate world, the Master with the greatest voice in public opinion is in the hands of the Marine Flickering Team under the command of Porusalino, and the "World Economic News" that completely obeys him. Therefore, instead of simply confronting positive public opinion, what Polsalino meant to his subordinates was to muddy the water as much as possible, and then wipe out the main guys who did bad things-he didn't want these guys to change positions back and forth with the wind. , jumping on both sides.
"They thought they had found a gathering place and found like-minded people like themselves, but in fact they were all the boys and girls from our strategic flickering team! Jie Jie!"
Of course, having said that, Garp Vice Admiral received those replies, the three points are really the work of the strategic fudge team, and the seven points are purely personal grudges.
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Although the conditions were finally negotiated with the Five Elders, Marshal Sengoku has been frowning and looking like he has a headache since he returned to Marineford - and even the three of Polsalino gathered at Marineford. , his embarrassment did not subside much.
After all, no matter what, this time is a tough battle.
The four Four Emperors Pirates of New World are not hard bones to chew on.
Especially Marine's target BIGMOM Pirates this time, from the perspective of the naval battle between the fleet and the fleet, the Marine staff unanimously believes that even if Marine encounters Wanokuni and the Beasts Pirates head-on, the loss will be far away. Less than Charlotte Linlin who developed Soul Soul Fruit to Ultimate.
The latter can either rudely inject the soul into the sea to form a tsunami that destroys the sky and destroy the earth, or use several top Hormiz creations around him to release the sky fire and thunderstorm that is almost the "ultimate anti-fleet weapon".
Even if Marshal Sengoku persuaded the Five Elders to gather forces like Marine Three Admiral in the Grand Fleet, if they were not careful, the fleet would suffer heavy losses.
"So, this is all Borsalinosenior's fault. Why couldn't he capture BIGMOM and the Golden Lion together with one against two? That way we don't have to worry about the current situation~"
Kuzan said suddenly, nodding his head like "I'm very reasonable".
Polusalino spread his hands innocently:
"Well said! So Kuzan, this time, you, the powerful Admiral, will play the striker! Take that Charlotte Linlin's head! Then give it to Marshal Sengoku as a football! My useless senior, right here Let's drink tea later, I hope the tea is not cold, you can get the victory~"
"Ala, don't be so serious, senior, I'm just joking~"
Marshal Sengoku's face darkened even more due to the rude jokes and rude attitude of his subordinates, who had been highly expected by him.
Fortunately, Sakazuki reassured him a lot. The original commander of the large fleet narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully analyzed the situation:
"According to the reports of the surveillance ships and spies, we still have good news... The IWC led by Charlotte Linlin has not had as much high-level combat power as we thought, and has recently fallen into other troubles. middle."
"So, what are your plans?"
Marshal Sengoku stared at Marine, the only doer who could comfort him in the trio of red, yellow and blue, but the latter unexpectedly turned to the troublemaker who annoyed him the most.
"Murdering Yellow" Polsalino seemed to be unaware of the sight of Marshal Sengoku and others, and began to wander during his daily working hours- Marshal Sengoku followed his line of sight and looked out the window, formerly affiliated to CP9. The young agents, once again seconded by Polusalino to Naval Headquarters, are doing daily training on the training ground.
——The focus of Polusalino's attention is precisely a young man with horns who constantly practices to quickly open doors from hard ground, and is code-named "Doraemon" in the Marine Flickering Team.
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Luke, an elderly mechanical engineer, was hired by the most powerful local mafia family "Pongle" on a small island in the southeast of North Blue to work in the weapons research institute within his family.
Fifty years, in the blink of an eye, he has been working here for fifty years.
From the disgust and fear brought by coercion at the beginning, to the current enthusiasm for the development of murder weapons, Luke has changed a lot in order to survive. The hot-blooded and righteous young man with high IQ has disappeared, and now he is replaced by a quirky, irritable little old man.
However, hard work is often accompanied by gains. After fifty years, the head of the Pengele family has changed to the Third Generation, but Luke has become Pengellie because of his research results over the past few decades and his long life. The most prestigious engineer in the family. And last year, he even took over the huge weapons research institute under the name of "Heavenly Practitioner" (Heavenly Horse, the brain hole in weapon research and development).
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It was dark and snowing.
Old Luke, who had just come out of the Weapons Research Institute and slowly returned to his house, was about to close the door and make himself a cup of hot coffee when a dark shadow suddenly flashed out of the grass next to him, and then, Old Luke's waist was resisted by the cold muzzle.
"Close the door, don't make a sound, if you dare to shout, don't blame me for being rude!"
The voice of the shadow coldly came from behind, and old Luke's body stiffened for a moment. He looked back at the guy in silence, and then closed the door silently as the other party said.
"Let's talk on the sofa."
The shadow flashed into the room, said threateningly, and then put the gun on Luke and took him to the sofa and sat down.
The fire of the fireplace lit up, and old Luke took out reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and slowly raised his head, only then did he barely see the true face of the shadow.
This is a middle-aged man with dark brown hair, in his early thirties, with a sturdy build, with six or seven scars of old and new on his face, looking particularly ferocious. Judging from the faint smell of blood on his body, he was obviously a very dangerous guy, and he had killed someone not long ago.
"What are you looking at, old man?"
After being scrutinized by old Luke, the brown-haired man immediately revealed fierce eyes, shook the barrel of the gun in his hand, and said viciously: "Dare to take another look, be careful daddy knocks out your eyeballs!"
"Don't be nervous, young man..."
I don't know if he was frightened by the murderous aura of the visitor, or because the cold wind froze just now. As soon as old Luke opened his mouth, he couldn't help coughing violently. After a long time, he opened the mouth again with difficulty:
"Although the reputation of the old man in North Blue is not very good, you don't need to be so nervous. You can sit down and discuss everything. As long as you explain your intentions, I will try my best to satisfy you."
"Oh, is it?"
The dark-brown-haired man glanced at the handkerchief with Bloodline Madara Madara on it, which made him feel relieved, but he still sneered:
"Come on, old Luke, everyone in our business knows what you are! Don't pretend to be an elder here with me."
Old Luke didn't speak, just coughed again, and then slowly put the handkerchief back into his pocket.
"So stop talking nonsense, daddy is looking for you this time, there are indeed some things, and only a few scientists in the whole North Blue can solve this problem."
The dark-brown-haired man, bold and grandiose, sat on the opposite sofa, his index finger hooked on the pistol, and he was walking around slowly, his eyes fell on Old Luke's face, and he laughed out loud.