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

Time goes back to the day before the promotion ceremony of Marine III Admiral, the "Hive" of the "Strategic Flickering Team" located deep underground in the Marineford Fortress Building, where Polsalino was negotiating with the "Seventh Class".

The so-called "seventh squad" is of course not the seventh squad of the Konoha Shinobi led by Hatake 55 in another world, but the "seventh squad" of the "Strategic Public Opinion Team" special action group, with Rob from CP9 as a member. Lucci, Blueno for CP9, and Jabra for CP9.

For special action teams like the seventh class, there are ten groups under Porusalino, Rob Lucci and the others are the most elite, so they are also the strongest of the "seventh class" that Porusalino gave him a bad taste. codename.

By the way, the second elite team is the "Cat's Eye Three Sisters" led by Robin; the third elite team is the "Youth Detective Team" led by Zephyr Admiral's disciple Ain in the movie version - the former's The members are all female and are very good at infiltrating tasks, so they were given the code name of the Goddess Stealing Squad by Polsalino; and the latter, because Ain would use the ability of his Paramecia Regression Fruit in every action, Turning the members into children and disguising themselves...

"According to the S-level information from our informant in North Blue, about five days ago, the ruler of the North Blue Jerma Kingdom, Vinsmoke Judge, the patriarch of the Vinsmoke family, secretly got in touch with the criminal association Baroque Studio, Trying to cause chaos on the livestream of tomorrow's upcoming celebration..."

Rob Lucci stood up straight, reporting to Polusalino in a robot-like voice without pitch and mood changes.

"Vinsmoke Judge, what a name I haven't heard in a while..."

While chatting with Rob Lucci in the classic thinking posture of Commander Ikari, Polusalino recalled the troublesome thing he had to go to Germa 66.

That time, he and Sakazuki personally dispatched Dr. Vegapunk back to the Holy Land Mariejois, and at the same time punished Vinsmoke Judge a little...

"It seems that the upcoming great expedition of the headquarters has brought so much pressure to his kingdom of Germa that he would rather take such a great risk and divert our attention..."

"Then give him hope first and then give him despair~"

"Send my order to lower the supervision of the telephone bug network in the Marineford area to the third level tomorrow, and then your 'seventh shift' will be dispatched..."

"Yes!" X3

After the exposure of the dangerous bloodline factor research together with Vegapunk, the World government treats Vegapunk as a guest and protects it as a treasure; while for Vinsmoke Judge, it "holds it lightly", and forgives it after a small punishment took his life.

It stands to reason that after being treated like this, normal people will definitely behave themselves and avoid the real fate of destruction, but Vinsmoke Judge is quite the opposite. The aspect of scientific weapons has developed, and it has really achieved certain results.

Considering that he did all this to revive Germa's former glory, he was quite enthusiastic and positive. It's a pity that the so-called "every man is innocent, but he is guilty" - obviously, Vinsmoke Judge, who is not the protagonist of the Pirate World, did not understand this truth.

The 66-day history of the kingdom of Germa ruling North Blue has long ceased to exist, and now is the era of World government! It's the era when Marine dominates the sea!

The little Vinsmoke family has come up with genetic modification, master cloning technology, and even the development of shape memory armor... This shows the greed and bottom line of challenging the world government.

If it is placed in the plot of One Piece, whether it is out of ignorance or indifference, the World Government has withstood the test and did not do anything to Germa.

But after Polusalino became a transmigrator, everything was different - the secret of the Vinsmoke family was not only completely exposed to the eyes of the top officials of the World government as if they were not wearing underwear, but also because Marine was going to form a fire The expedition fleet, and it seems very valuable...

In other words, no matter how much Vinsmoke Judge struggles, the Marine fleet, which was supposed to use East Blue as the first battlefield, will attack him and his family...

The scientific armor of Dr. Vegapunk, coupled with the genetic optimization and cloning technology of the Vinsmoke family - how loyal it sounds!

Not to mention that Polsalino can also collect a young chef and a poisonous butterfly in the process...

...

Time back to the present.

The reception room of the Strategic Fudge Team.

A cup of coffee was on the table, steaming hot, but MR.3, also known as Mr.3, sitting on the orange sofa, was completely clueless. He looked nervously at the passing black suits, full of fear in his heart.

Although the CP9s who caught him said they would not do anything to him, but... he is now in the Naval Headquarters fortress! Marineford that almost every wicked person in this world is afraid of!

When he thought of Marine Marshal Sengoku, and Marine bosses like Porusalino Admiral, Sakazuki Admiral, Kuzan Admiral, the highest fighting force in the World government, sitting in the office above his head, Mr.3 couldn't help but panic for a while, for fear that he would die. Which big man was accidentally offended, and was directly loaded into the seastone and sunk into the sea to feed the Sea Kings.

But I have to say that in the future in the original plot, I can become Buggy's deputy, the emperor's deputy of the Four Emperors, and Mr.3 is very close to Buggy in terms of thinking... He thought about it and felt that he seemed to be quite powerful.

In today's world, in addition to the Seven Warlords of the Sea like their boss Crocodile, how many pirates can sit in the Naval Headquarters fortress like themselves, and drink a cup of hot coffee?

Even the pirate emperors of the New World, I'm afraid they can't do it!

(Mom! Your son has no regrets in this life!)

"Mr.3!"

While Mr.3 was thinking so happily in his heart, an angry shout suddenly came from beside him.

He was startled suddenly, turned his head and saw that the Colonel Marine who had brought him to the reception room before was looking at him with a displeased expression.

"What are you thinking? No response after calling several times?"

The Colonel Marine frowned. Seeing Mr. 3 smiling shyly, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste time with you. The captain wants to see you. Come with me."

After speaking, the Colonel Marine turned around and walked out the door without hesitation. Mr. 3 hesitated a little, took a sip of the coffee on the table, and hurriedly followed.

(This is the coffee from Naval Headquarters! It is said that even the coffee cups are specially provided, and it costs 50,000 Baileys! It's a pity that I didn't have time to drink it...)

In the corridor, I passed many Marine officers along the way - although they were all wearing black suits, not Marine uniforms, they still had rank badges pinned to their shoulders, and they basically started as majors, even Rear Admiral. There are several. Mr.3 suddenly became nervous again, his palms were sweating continuously, and the Ding Cong on his head also tended to ignite spontaneously.

(As expected of the Naval Headquarters that brings together all the Marine elites in the world! Such pressure! Such aura!)

After about two minutes, the Colonel Marine finally brought Mr.3 to the end of the corridor and turned into a door.

Behind the door is a wide hall with about several hundred square meters. Mr. 3 was a little surprised that there were hundreds of small square spaces separated by glass panels, and in each space there was a person. Marine is working hard.

Compared with the imagined Naval Headquarters, Mr.3 felt more like the headquarters of some big chambers of commerce he had been to. It's just that, slightly different from the headquarters of those big chambers of commerce, there is a large phone bug in front of them all.

That's right, this is what Porusalino meant, creating an office like an Internet cafe.

"What are they doing?"

Finally, Mr.3 couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked a question carefully.

"Dealing with someone like you who thinks the phone bug network is outlawed,"

Colonel Marine, who was walking in front, turned his head and glanced at him, and said indifferently, "This kind of work is no easier than fighting pirates head-on, so I hope you can cooperate with us well in the future, and don't ask us to take special measures. "

Cooperate? What fits? Any special means?

Mr.3 was confused, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

Passing a corner just at this time, a bearded man with the rank of lieutenant colonel suddenly stood up in the work booth next to him, and shouted towards a booth on the right:

"Ponima, stand up for Laozi! Look what you've done!"

Mr.3 couldn't help but looked in the direction of the bearded scolding, and saw a young Ensign standing up in the cubicle over there, with a puzzled expression:

"Leader, what am I doing?"

"You said you didn't do anything?"

The bearded lieutenant colonel laughed angrily and said angrily: "'Mom called you home for dinner' is your account, right? Open your eyes and see for yourself your reply to post C class 55280! "

"It's my account..."

Young Ensign scratched his head, and said in a puzzled way: "But I did it strictly according to the micro-chat message you sent me, and I also understood the spirit of Captain Polsalino, at 11:56 in the morning. Let's start with facial expressions and a reasonable tone... I've taken all of these into consideration."

"Idiot! Idiot!"

Seeing that his subordinates haven't woken up yet, the bearded lieutenant colonel's hands are shaking: "Are your eyes on your butt? Or did you eat too much in the morning and your brain was stuffed with gruel?! Reply to you The content requirements, I can understand if you copy them directly. After all, it is a batch operation, but what do you mean by not deleting the content in the fucking parentheses? Do you want to go to Alabasta to dig a well?!"

"Eh... eh?!"

The young Ensign woke up suddenly, he panicked and lowered his head to search for his reply, the result... as the lieutenant colonel said, his reply was followed by half brackets and "Send at around 11:55." " lettering.

"How could this be? I clearly remember that I deleted it..."

Seeing this scene, the young Ensign was about to cry in a hurry. He was mad and clicked indiscriminately, but no matter what, he couldn't change the content of the post.

This is one of the characteristics of the current phone bug network. Except for specific authorized personnel, no one including the user himself has the right to modify or delete any posts and messages sent by users.

"Now I know I'm panic? What's the use of panic!"

When Lieutenant Colonel Bearded saw this, he cursed angrily, "Anyway, don't want your overtime allowance this month. You can't do this well, so be careful to be sent to Alabasta!"

...

"Uh……"

Mr.3 next to him was dazed for a while. He was about to ask what was going on. Colonel Marine in front of him sighed helplessly and said:

"Don't ask, I know what you want to say, but this is the first time since the establishment of the strategic flicker team that I don't know how many mishandling incidents... Alas, there is no way, these things are easy to make mistakes even for veterans."

"...I don't know how many times?"

"Yes, the last time I said it was last night, when Depp Ensign from the 44th group accidentally checked the option to display the geographic location when he posted a post, and as a result, immediately after his post, it showed that the poster was located in 'Marineford' , a bunch of netizens watched and ridiculed him..."

The colonel shrugged and shook his head: "Now Depp Ensign has started preparing sunscreen medicines. It is said that the sun in Alabasta is so strong that it can tan polar bears into the color of black bears..."

Hearing this, Mr.3 became even more confused. He even felt that his outlook on life had been subverted.

Looking around, the young Ensign who made the mistake has fallen on the back of the chair with a look of decadence, a look of 'my life is already this' despair, the bearded lieutenant colonel sat down again with an ugly face, while the rest The staff, seeing that there was no fun to watch, all sat back in their snail shells.

Is this still Marine?

Shouldn't Marine be wielding a sword and wielding a sword and then shooting wildly?

Am I really in Marineford now?

...

Mr.3, who was madly complaining in his heart, had unknowingly followed the Colonel through the entire hall and came to a small office on the other side of the wall.

On the door hangs a sign "Office of the Captain of the Strategic Fudge Team".

Behind the door, an unusually tall man in a yellow-striped suit... a monkey? He was sitting behind the desk operating the phone bug in his hand, and the epaulettes on his shoulders were in the style of Admiral.

(I thought it was a monkey, it turned out to be Polusalino Admiral...)

"Captain, people have been brought here."

Colonel Marine saluted and said respectfully.

"Well, hard work."

Polsalino glanced at Mr.3 who was standing there nervously, and smiled lightly: "You go out first, I have something to talk about with this person alone."

The Colonel Marine nodded and took the door out. There were only two people left in the office of the University of Connaught, and Mr. 3 began to feel uneasy again.

"Mr.3 right? I'm Polusalino, Admiral of Headquarters, codenamed 'Kizaru', and also the captain of the strategic flickering team. Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, nor a violent person, treat you guys These pirates are rewarded and punished very clearly."

"Uh……"

(The ghosts believe you! You have participated in two Buster Calls! There are not one or two pirates killed! You have been a shadow of several major events that happened around the world!!!)

Mr.3 smiled embarrassedly, not daring to answer.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

Porusalino shrugged, took out a tea bag from the side, and said with a smile: "I heard that you like drinking black tea, I just happened to have it here from Marshal Sengoku's office... Borrowed Darjeeling, try it. Bar."

"that……"

Looking at Polsalino who actually poured water and made tea for himself, Mr.3 finally couldn't hold back his doubts and asked:

"Excuse me, what are you trying to do when you Marines, Kizaru Admiral, brought me here?"

"Catch?"

Porusalino glanced at him in surprise, "Didn't you invite him? Mr. 3, don't slander people casually..."

(I was carried over like a chicken! Three black guys kicked open my door and said they wanted to check the water meter!!! Is this how you Marines invited me?!)

"Ah, yes, please..."

Mr.3 showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"That's right..."

Porusalino nodded approvingly, very satisfied with the MR.3 in this original work, which has a lot of highlights, "As for the reason why we invited you, it's actually very simple."

While pushing the brewed black tea to Mr.3, Polusalino said with a smile: "We want to invite you to join the World government and become a non-staff member of the Strategic Fudge Team."

puff!

Mr.3 just brought the teacup to his mouth and took a sip, and when he heard this, he spurted it out. He was choked up and coughed again and again. It took a long time to calm down. He widened his eyes and pointed at himself:

"Me? World government?!"

"Yes, it's you, World government."

Polsalino had already expected Mr.3's reaction, and he poured himself a cup of tea without hesitation, and then said leisurely:

"How about it, do you want to think about it? To be honest, our Marine has a much brighter future than the baroque studio you were in. It's also a criminal association, isn't it good for World government? High salary, good treatment, and five types of insurance. There are also pensions, and holidays are more frequent... In my hometown, there is even a saying of 'you must die in the World government'..."

(Is this the Admiral of Headquarters, Porusalino who is the highest fighting force in the World government...why is it different from what I thought!! Also, do you really say that the World government is a criminal association? ?!)

Mr.3, who was already full of complaints, smiled bitterly: "I understand the truth, but Polusalino Admiral, my reward is still hanging in your Marine..."

"It's just a little thing,"

Porusalino gently stirred the black tea with a silver spoon, added a little honey in it, and smiled casually: "We can think of a way to select officials of the World Government so that some people don't need to participate in the assessment, let alone you. What about this little wanted notice..."

"What do you... mean?"

Mr.3's eyes lit up suddenly, and he could smell an unusual smell from Polsalino's words.

"It's very simple, join the World government, join my strategic flickering team, Marine's previous wanted for you will be cancelled, I can assure you."

"And you followed Crocodile, joined the Baroque studio to commit crimes, and plotted to subvert Alabasta. I can help you handle all of these things..."

"Ah, don't show such a surprised expression of being able to eat the cup, do you think you are doing it very secretly? NO, NO, NO~ It's just that we didn't investigate it deliberately... After all,"

Polosaly Nord paused, then smiled, "Your boss Sand Crocodile, but I personally invited to join Seven Warlords of the Sea, how can I not be clear about his ambitions? What's more, his career is destined to suffer Failure is nothing more than a matter of time, or whether I am willing to sacrifice the time for a cup of tea to chat with him..."

Mr.3 was stunned, and cold sweat could not help seeping out from his forehead - he didn't doubt the truth of what Polsalino said, just...

He finally understood today, what is a real big man! This feeling of being able to control the fate of others at will! Simply!

"...Then am I going to break away from the Baroque studio now, Polusalino Admiral..."

"No no no, who said that you should be disconnected from the Baroque Studio now?"

Porusalino laughed, "While maintaining secret contact with us Marine as a non-staff, while entrusting your boss Crocodile with a virtual snake... tsk tsk tsk, doesn't it feel bad that this husband is guilty?"

"..."

(Pervert! Definitely pervert! This Marine Admiral!!!)

"Then I'll be specific..."

"Alabasta and The fish men island are about to start the construction of the first phase of the desalination plant. If nothing else happens, your Baroque studio will definitely intervene..."

Polsalino interrupted Mr.3, who was trying to squeeze a smile, and showed an expression called "I'm going to trick people".

...

The day after Mr.3 was taken to Marineford and then quietly released, nearly 20 warships, large and small, departed one after another from the deep-water naval port of Oris in Marineford. Looking at the past, it seems that the entire sea is occupied by this huge fleet.

"Tsk tsk, what a big scene! Think back then when we encircled the Rocks, it was about this scale, right?"

Garp Vice Admiral was standing on the top floor of the fortress building, on the terrace of Marshal Sengoku's office, with his binoculars in his hands, and he gasped in amazement.

Marshal Sengoku leaned beside him with a teacup, gestured towards Garp Vice Admiral, and asked for the telescope:

"It's just a similar scale. The real combat effectiveness is still far behind. After all, we blocked the future of the world at that time."

Marshal Sengoku took a sip of his tea leisurely, although he said it was far from enough, but the corner of his mouth rose slightly: "However, the combat effectiveness of this fleet will soon improve and continue to grow, and eventually become a powerful force to end the era of great pirates. arms……"

"However, I really didn't expect that the three plans proposed by that kid Polsalino with a smiley face back then have all become our Marine's main line of work... You really should squeeze him a lot, Sengoku! "

"Hmph, for a slick guy like him, squeezing is the most inefficient, it's better to seduce... Wait a while, the old man has a good idea!"