Pirates: The Salary Is In Place, The Four Emperors Are Kicked Out

In the rising smoke, MR.3 Mr.3's memory could not help flashing back to a week ago, when he was still in Alabasta - they received a call from a strange man, the man said on the phone that he wanted to entrust their Baroque studio Sensitive remarks were made during the live broadcast of Marine's Admiral promotion ceremony and subsequent forum discussions.

"Sorry, this kind of thing, our baroque studio..."

"One hundred million Baileys,"

The voice changer on the other end of the phone worm interrupted MR.3's refusal as the operator, "I will pay 100 million Bailey as a deposit first, and after seeing your excellent work, I will Will pay another 200 million Bailey's balance..."

300 million Bailey, this is a number that makes MR.3 and several senior agents in the office breathless. For the Baroque studio, which is still in development and lacks money everywhere, this number can almost represent Their expenses for half a year.

After forcibly calming his tone, MR.3 cautiously said:

"Your offer is indeed very sincere... But we don't know your identity. Although our Baroque studio has the ability to call the wind and the rain in the phone bug network, our principle is that only if we know the identity of the client, we will accept it. Entrusted, this is the necessary prudence."

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then hung up directly.

Under normal circumstances, this matter might stop there. But when Crocodile, the boss of the Baroque studio, found out about it, he immediately asked MR.3 and others to re-contact the number and took over the commission.

"Boss, we..."

"Hmph, no way, he gave too much."

...

After the memory was over, Mr.3 continued to operate on the phone bug.

The Marine Admiral promotion ceremony, officially broadcast by the "World Economic News", has now reached the stage where the three Admiral take the oath together.

"I, Marine Admiral Kizaru—"

"I, Marine Admiral Kuzan—"

"I, Marine Admiral Sakazuki—"

"Swear here! We will..."

Listening to the oaths of the three Admirals, Mr.3's fingers danced rapidly, constantly switching accounts, and continuously sending golden barrages symbolizing Wechat members to the barrage tide in the live broadcast room:

"The three final lines of defense to safeguard justice? The three World government eagle dogs to safeguard the interests of Celestial Dragons!"

"The tragedy of the North Blue Frevans Kingdom! The North Blue Frevans Kingdom tragedy! The North Blue Frevans Kingdom tragedy! Everyone must learn about it!"

"If you want me to say, instead of destroying the pirates, you should first reflect on the corruption problem within your Marines!"

"Three Admiral, it's amazing, but what does this have to do with the heavenly gold I have to pay this year? The Marines won't share any Bailey for me!"

"Arrived at the final fortress of justice, Marineford! Beautiful Marineford, oh, isn't that Marine Three Admiral? Look at the Sea Kings in the distance, family..."

...

I have to say, as one of the "Clown Emperor" Buggy's "Deputy Emperor", one of the Four Emperors in One Piece's original plot, Mr.3's combat power is not enough, but his abilities in all aspects, including EQ and IQ, are absolutely absolute. There is no need to say - for example, although he has not experienced the influence of the big network era on the earth, but as a villain with a biased mind, he can also be like a duck to water in the construction of the telephone bug network that has not been built for a few years.

No, with the release of his remarks, this live broadcast, which was still relatively harmonious, suddenly became cloudy.

Some quarreled, some babbled, some cross-talked, and some learned people's words... In short, the speeches of normal people are almost invisible.

Mr.3 looked at the chaotic atmosphere of the live broadcast room and showed a complacent smile, which was like his favorite candle portrait, a work of art that he was proud of.

However, at this moment, a violent knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting his self-appreciation.

"Who?"

Mr.3 frowned in displeasure. The hotel that he used public funds to stay in is said to be the No. 1 hotel in Sabaody Archipelago. , let the knock on the door lightly, and now it happens again.

(When you leave, be sure to give you a big bad review on the phone bug network review!)

Just as Mr. 3 was thinking so in his heart, a calm young man's voice came from outside the door, concise and powerful:

"Check the water meter."

"Check the water meter? Isn't the water in your hotel free? What water meter is there to check? And I didn't see the water meter in the room?"

"This guest, the water in the hotel is indeed free, but the hot water is not. I'm a little embarrassed, but is this your first time to Sabaody Archipelago? The hot water in our hotel is charged separately... The water meter is right behind the toilet door."

After Mr.3 looked at the door of the toilet, there was indeed a water meter.

"Then you can check again tomorrow. Now I'm about to eat and don't want to open the door."

(Now is the most critical time for Marine's live broadcast of the ceremony, and I have to use all my strength to muddy the water!)

"Do you want something to eat? That's a coincidence! In order to express our apologies for the interruption to the guests, we have prepared black tea for the guests in each room, and I'm holding yours..."

"black tea?"

Mr.3's eyes lit up involuntarily, and he said slightly reservedly, "Is it from Darjeeling? I don't like other black tea varieties."

"Darjeeling? Uh... it should be."

"What should it be... Forget it, you have been talking here for so long, even Darjeeling black tea is cold. Darjeeling black tea that is not at the optimum temperature has no soul and is not worth tasting. Take it away. ,I do not want it."

"..."

The man outside the door was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Then get out now!"

Mr.3 shouted impatiently, lowered his head and continued to play with the phone bug in his hand.

However, there was no sound of footsteps leaving outside the door, instead there was a rustling movement. Mr.3 turned around suspiciously, and then saw that the iron door of the room was kicked open with a "bang".

Three figures like an iron tower appeared at the door, blocking the light outside, black suits, standard sunglasses, and an icy aura emanating from them, which was quite terrifying.

Mr.3 was stunned, an unpleasant feeling welled up in his heart.

"You are Mr.3 from Baroque Studio?"

The man in black in the middle took off his sunglasses, and his very oppressive eyes swept coldly - the person who was talking to him just now was this man, and the man in black said coldly:

"It seems that our data needs to be further improved. You are picky about the temperature of Darjeeling black tea, which is not recorded."

"Mr.3? Who is that?"

Mr.3's heart froze for a while, and after thinking quickly in his head, he decided to play stupid and try it first.

So he frowned and said, "Did you recognize the wrong person? I've never heard of such a strange name... Also, who are you? Why did you break into my room so rashly? I Let me tell you, Sabaody Archipelago has a large number of Marines stationed, be careful I will report to them later!"

Hearing this, the leading man in black twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his finger and pointed at the funny "3" shaped Ding Bi on Mr.3's head.

"Continuing to lie in this situation, should I say that you have courage? Or that you are not wise enough?"

The man in black said so, and then he took out a leather file bag from his arms, pulled out the information contained in it, and said lightly:

"Here is a record of all your age groups from the first time you left your hometown at the age of six to now. And the analysis of your appearance and behavior in 250 situations, including but not limited to when you use the Devil Fruit ability to modify your appearance. Do you need to browse the picture for yourself?"

"Of course, whether it's your provocative speech on the phone bug network in the 'Fishman Street Reconstruction Incident' three years ago, or your maliciously made insulting emoji about Garp Vice Admiral two years ago, we have it on the record. …”

"!!!"

Looking at the incomparably clear photo in the corner of the exposed information, Mr.3 couldn't help being stunned. But he quickly reacted, his eyes flashed fiercely, his wrist shook suddenly, and he threw several balls of powerful wax to attack the three of them. He took the phone bug on the table and quickly turned it into a white turbid liquid. Turn around and jump out the window.

(Is it someone from the World government?! They came to the door so quickly! What's going on?!)

When he jumped out of the window, Mr.3 looked back, and the three of them didn't seem to have reacted yet, and they were about to be wrapped in the wax ball that he threw out.

He believed in his own Paramecia Wax-Wax Fruit ability, so he felt relieved and sneered in disdain. His Wax-Wax Fruit can make him produce a very versatile candle slime, which is as hard as steel after solidification, and has a very high resistance to aggressive poison. Keys to live in enemies, make wax figures or cells, use as a power source for boats...

It seems that the World government still underestimates itself too much, and the people you send are just as strong...

If that's the case, Laozi's can't be kept!

Then—you give it to Luda!

...

The third floor of the hotel, inside the room.

The wax ball launched by MR.3 quickly attacked the three men in black. However, just as the three wax balls were about to hit them, the one in the back left of the three took a step forward indifferently.

"Door!"

A blue door made of metal appeared in the air, and then was opened by the man, and three wax balls entered the space behind the door. The man closed the door, and the door disappeared. Whether the wax ball or the air door, it seems that it has never appeared before.

The other two men in black were very calm, as if they didn't care what happened in front of them that would make ordinary people stunned. The black-clothed man at the head looked at Mr.3 who was running farther and farther out of the window. After waiting for a while, he said lightly:

"Bring him here, Blueno, Jabra."

The two men in black behind them bowed slightly at the same time, and when they stood up straight, they disappeared without a trace in the room with a sound of breaking through the air.

The only ones left in place were the expressionless young man in black.

Ten seconds later.

The figures of the two men in black returned to the room again, their expressions still indifferent, but what was different from when they went just now was that there was still a person between them.

"This... what's the situation?!"

Looking at the familiar room in front of him, Mr.3 looked confused.

He had already run hundreds of meters, and just in case, he threw out five identical wax figures and ran with fake identities. As a result, these two men in black appeared on his real body. before, and before he could react, he was captured.

"Are you still running?"

The two men in black let him go, and the black-clothed man at the head had a cold and authentic expression.

"No, don't run away..."

Mr.3 swallowed his saliva and forced a smile that was uglier than crying on his face - after seeing the terrifying power of these guys, he had already accepted his fate, "Take me to Impel down, I Guaranteed to be honest..."

(First find a way to stabilize these nasty guys, and when the Crocodile boss knows that I have been arrested, he will definitely get me out... The World government assured him that after he became Seven Warlords of the Sea, His subordinates are us with certain immunity from crime!)

Just when MR.3 had already started to figure out how his boss Crocodile would negotiate with the World government, the young man in black on the opposite side frowned slightly:

"Why take you to Impel down? Is the current pirate trend going to Impel down?"

"..."

Mr.3 was stunned, "Didn't I already get caught by your Marine?"

"Who told you we were Marine?"

Mr.3 was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted—indeed, the people in the World government are not necessarily all Marines...

"Then who are you?"

"Although we are not Marine, we and Marine are now in a cooperative relationship," the young man in black said lightly, "We are CP9."

Mr.3 took a deep breath.

As an absolute intellectual in the Baroque studio, he knows very well what the secret CIPHER-POLCP9 directly under the World government stands for—it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are the strongest intelligence agency in the world.

However, it is this kind of terrifying organization that actually cooperated with Marine, and went straight to the door to find him... Mr.3 felt a chill down his spine.

He has heard that some mad scientists in New World will, with the support of the Great Pirate and the World government, take Demon fruit power as research objects, and slice them to study the related properties of Devil Fruit...

(So ​​my precious Wax-Wax Fruit is really being targeted? Don’t do this kind of thing!)

Seeing the appearance of Mr.3's soft-footed shrimp, both Blueno and Jabra's eyes flashed a hint of mockery.

The young black-clothed man at the head remained expressionless as he said calmly:

"You don't have to be too nervous. We came to you this time, not to kill you. Although we do come to settle an account with you, if you have a good attitude, we may accept you and let you join us. "

"Eh... eh?"

Mr.3 sucked his nose blankly.

The young black-clothed man turned his head slightly, Blueno on the right nodded immediately, took a step forward, took out a document from nowhere, and stared at Mr.3 while turning over and asked:

"First of all, we need to identify a question with you. You are the forum's 'Eight Trigrams' section, who often posts anti-World government remarks 'the most hated ladyboy in my life', right? Your StrongWorld account has the same name?"

"Those anti-World government remarks are actually a misunderstanding, I..."

"The answer is yes, or no."

The young man said with a blank expression.

"Yes, it is."

Mr.3 replied subconsciously, and then his pupils shrank suddenly - the expressionless young man in black, his left hand had already been raised, turning into the appearance of some kind of beast's claws.

(Zoan Demon fruit power?! This...is it a cheetah?)

"It seems that you will answer the question truthfully in a while."

Mr.3's reaction naturally couldn't escape the eyes of these three people. Jabra's eyes fell on the phone bug in his hand and said, "Can you open your phone bug and show us the background of your account?"

(Can I still say no?!)

Mr.3 couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he naturally didn't show the slightest on his face, he hurriedly nodded with a smile, turned on the phone bug and entered the password to log in, then switched to the background interface and handed it to Jabra.

After checking a little, Jabra threw the phone bug back to Mr.3, turned his head and nodded to the young man in black, who was obviously his boss:

"It's him."

"Very well, Polusalino Admiral will be satisfied."

The young man in black squinted his eyes slightly, and said the name of a big man who made Mr.3 tremble all over, then he waved his hand and said, "Take him away and leave here first."

At this moment, on the street outside the window, a lot of people gradually gathered, pointing towards the hotel, apparently attracted by the previous noise.

"Yes."

The two subordinates responded, and then Jabra picked up Mr.3 with one hand, while Blueno opened another door in the air.

"and many more!"

This kind of feeling of being picked up by one hand is really uncomfortable. Mr.3 was so scared that he almost wet his pants, and hurriedly shouted: "Where do you want to take me? What's wrong with Polusalino Admiral?! Does a big man like him want to see me?!"

Mr.3 now regrets doing things in the latter's Admiral promotion live broadcast...

The young black-clothed man looked Mr.3 up and down, and then showed a half-smiling expression: "Well, anyway, you can't have the chance to reveal the secret, so let you know some of the information..."

"We have said that we cooperated with Marine. Under the instructions of the World government, the CP department and Marine established a special organization a few years ago, called the Strategic Fudge Team. The captain, the highest commander of the Strategic Fudge Team is Porusalino Admiral, we are his subordinates. Under his arrangement, we came to you because of the inappropriate comments you made on the phone bug network over the years."

"My name is Rob Lucci, codenamed 'Garfield', Zoan cat fruit ability, cheetah form; the two of them are my team members, Paramecia 'door door fruit' ability blueno, codenamed 'Doraemon' ; Zoan wolf fruit ability Jabra, codenamed 'Big Big Wolf'."

"Knowing such information, can you rest in peace even if you die?"

After saying this, before MR.3 could recover from the shock, Rob Lucci took the lead and walked in through the air door opened by Blueno, followed by Blueno and Jabra carrying MR.3.

Then the air door disappeared without a trace, and the whole room seemed like nothing had happened.