I have to say that these replies under Lieutenant General Karp's dynamics, although they are all good words, always give people a weird feeling. However, Makabaka was only a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy after all. Whether it is the water army element in this, or the yin and yang weirdness of netizens in it, Makabaka didn't notice it at all, he continued to happily follow the rhythm, and added his own blessings to the back:

"I hope Vice Admiral Karp will live younger and younger, and you will always be the pride of the Navy!"

Click and send.

Refresh the page, showing that the reply has been successful, Macabaka just wanted to close the page, and suddenly a series of dingdong sounds suddenly sounded in the message prompt in the upper right corner, and the sound kept ringing, and there was no intention to stop for a while.

"What's going on......"

Makarbaka was stunned, he cautiously clicked on the background message page, only to find that the reason why the message prompt kept ringing was because the reply he had just sent had received thousands of likes and support in just half a minute!

Finally waited for the prompt tone to stop, Macabaka returned to Lieutenant General Karp's personal homepage to take a look, and at the bottom of the other party's dynamics, his reply had already received more than 20,000 likes, and it was strongly squeezed into the list of popular replies and appeared in the front row!

"Huh?!"

Macabaka looked confused and touched the back of his head, "So is this passage I posted so recognized by everyone?" ”

Really! There are many people who, like themselves, admire Lieutenant General Karp from the bottom of their hearts, they ...... I must have seen this sentence I posted and felt the same way, so I worked together to send myself to a popular reply!

Thinking of this, Macabaca's heart was warm, and at the same time he was a little excited-more than 20,000 likes, you know, he has been living on the island of his hometown since he was born, and he has never seen 2,000 people!

When Macabaka was hesitating to reply with another "thank you", a crisp message reminder suddenly sounded in the background.

"The user 'head of Group 2 of Section B', gave you a private reward of 1450 Bailey, and left a message 'Well done, netizens in the north of the mainland, keep working hard', please pay attention to check!"

……

“…… Eh?!"

If it is barely reasonable to receive tens of thousands of likes and support just now, then this sudden reward, Macabaka is really incomprehensible.

Why did you give me 1450 Bailey? And I'm not a netizen from the north of the Red Continent?

Thirteen-year-old Macabaka started his little brain and thought about it for a long time, but finally he didn't come up with a reason, so 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 just now? If yes, I can give it back to you. /Smile .jpg"

Yavin

It didn't take long for the man to reply:

"Are you sick in the head? Is there such a joke with your boss during working hours? ”

"Or do you think the price of 1450 Bailey is not appropriate and want to raise the price temporarily?"

"Phew! Who do you think you're being a dog for? Do you know how many people use us as beacons of guidance and work for us voluntarily and without pay?! ”

"Thanks to the fact that you are temporary supernumerary personnel, if you are officially hired, our existence will be exposed in minutes!"

"Blanch, I know that you supernumeraries are unreliable! Overtime also adds to Lao Tzu's blockage! The more I think about it, the more angry I get! You send out your numbering code, and I'll go to you now to settle the score! ”

……

It's all not so friendly news, one after another, and Makabaka can clearly feel it through 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 quickly closed the page, and quickly blocked the guy, and then patted his chest in a heartfelt manner.

This guy didn't recognize the wrong person, but he was a psychopath at all, he spoke incoherently, and his brain was definitely abnormal, so it's no wonder that he sent 1450 Bailey for some reason.

Thinking like this, Makabaka poured himself a glass of water, and after drinking it, his mood suddenly calmed down a lot. Trying to keep the matter out of his mind, Macabaka returned to his watchlist and began to brush up on the rest of the verified users.

Fortunately, there was no such strange phenomenon in the remaining big Vs he followed, and seeing that his reply sank into the sea and disappeared without a trace, Makabaka felt an inexplicable peace of mind.

And these dynamics are also very interesting, watching the happy looks of these big people he admires, Macabaka's mood is slowly improving. In particular, as one of the three major admirals of the Navy Headquarters, "Yellow Ape" Polusalino also gave a thumbs up for his reply, which made Macabaka almost jump off the sofa in excitement.

In the blink of an eye, more than an hour passed, and by the time I happily brushed all the interesting news, it was already completely dark, and the bright moonlight was pouring through the window on the edge of the sofa.

Although he likes the freshness and excitement brought by the phone bug network, Macabaka still has a strong self-discipline ability, and seeing that it is not too late, he got up and went to wash up briefly, and then returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

Before turning off the lights and going to bed, he turned on the phone bug and wanted to play for another five minutes one last time. However, he didn't expect to see any great content for the last five minutes of play, but just habitually passed the time to get ready to sleep, after all, the work and rest time of most phone bug network users in this world are still quite normal.

It's just that when Macabaka clicked the refresh button, the dynamic presented at the top made his eyes widen.

It was a message from the Supreme Commander of the Navy, the Marshal of the Warring States with the title of "Buddha's Warring States", a news just released five minutes ago, with a picture of the flag of the Navy and the World Government, simple but inexplicable aura, and the text is only two concise sentences:

"The big one is coming!"

"Pay attention to the official live broadcast room of the Navy and witness the justice of the crusade against evil!"

……

That's right, whether it is the strange network situation that the young Makabaka felt, or the strange statement of the marshal of the Warring States just now, it means one thing, that is, although the Navy's Burning Expedition has not officially begun, compared to the frontal battlefield, the public opinion war, which is no less intense, has already begun in the rear.

Rational guests, ordinary people who don't know the truth, leading the way, 1450, 500,000 ...... It's like before Polusalino crossed, during the war between Da Mao and Ermao, all kinds of demons and monsters poured out at once, and then brushed their presence everywhere.

However, unlike the situation at that time, in today's pirate world, the greatest public opinion discourse is in the hands of the naval flickering team commanded by Polusalino and the "World Economic News" that completely obeys his will. So, instead of a simple confrontation of public opinion, what Polusalino meant to his subordinates was to muddy the waters as much as possible, and then wipe out the main guys who were doing the wrong things - he didn't want these guys to switch sides and jump on both sides with the momentum of the wind.

"They thought they had found a gathering place and found people who were like-minded like themselves, but in fact they were all the boys and girls of our strategic flickering team! Boom! ”

Of course, having said that, those replies received by Lieutenant General Karp, three points are really the work of the strategic flicker team, and seven points are purely personal grudges.

……

Although the terms were finally negotiated with the five old stars, the Warring States Marshal had been frowning and looking like he had a terrible headache since he returned to Marinfando—and even if the three of Polusalino gathered in Marinfando, his embarrassment did not subside much.

After all, this time it's going to be a tough battle anyway.

These four Four Emperor Pirates in the New World are not hard bones to gnaw on.

Especially the Navy's target this time, the BIGMOM Pirates, from the perspective of the naval battle between the fleets, the Navy Staff unanimously believes that even if the Navy encounters the Beast Pirates head-on in Wano Country, the loss will be far less than that of Charlotte Lingling, who has developed the Soul Fruit to the extreme.

The latter can either rudely inject souls into the sea to form a devastating tsunami, or use a few top-level Homitz creations around him to release a storm of heavenly fire and thunder that is almost the "ultimate weapon against the fleet".

Even if the marshal of the Warring States period persuaded the five old stars to gather such a combat power of the three major admirals in the large fleet, once he was not careful, the fleet would suffer heavy losses.

"So, it's all the fault of Polusalino's predecessors, why couldn't he capture BIGMOM and the golden lion together with one enemy and two back then? So we don't have to worry about the current situation~"

Kuzan spoke suddenly, nodding his head with a "I'm very reasonable" look.

Polusalino innocently spread his hands:

"Well said! So Kuzan, this time it's up to you, the powerful general, to play the striker! Take the head of Charlotte Lingling! And then give it to the Sengoku Marshal as a football! I'm a useless senior, just drink tea in the back, I hope the tea is not cold, and you can achieve results~"

"Allah, don't be so serious, senior, I'm just kidding~"

The indecent jokes and unobtrusive attitudes of his subordinates, who were highly expected by him, made the face of the Sengoku Marshal even darker.

Fortunately, Sakasky reassured him a lot, and the original commander of the Grand Fleet squinted his eyes slightly and carefully analyzed the situation:

"According to the reports of the surveillance ships and spies, we still have good news...... The high-level combat power of the nations led by Charlotte Lingling is not as sufficient as we imagined, and it has recently been in other troubles. ”

"So, what are you going to do?"

The Sengoku Marshal stares at the only doer in the navy's red, yellow, and blue trio who can comfort him, but the latter unexpectedly looks at the troublemaker Huang who annoys him the most.

"Troublemaker" Porusalino seemed to not notice the sight of the Sengoku Marshal and others, and began to wander his daily work time - the Sengoku Marshal followed his line of sight and looked out the window, and the young agents who were originally subordinate to CP9 were once again seconded by Polusalino to the Navy Headquarters, and were conducting daily training on the training ground at this time.

- The focus of Polusalino is a young man with a horned hairstyle who is constantly practicing the quick opening of doors from hard ground, and is codenamed "Doraemon" in the Navy Flickering Team.

......

Luke is an elderly mechanical engineer who is hired by Pengley, the most powerful local mafia family, to work for his family's in-house weapons research institute on a small island in the southeastern North Sea.

Fifty years, in the blink of an eye, he has been working here for fifty years.

From the initial disgust and fear brought by coercion, to the current fanaticism for the development of murder weapons, Luke has unconsciously changed a lot in order to survive. The hot-blooded and righteous high-IQ young man was gone, and now he was replaced by a quirky and irritable little old man.

In the past 50 years, the head of the Pengley family has changed for three generations, but Luke has become the most prestigious engineer in the Pengley family because of his decades of research and long enough. And last year, under the name of "Skywalker" (the brains of weapons research and development), he took over the huge weapons research institute in an all-round way.

……

It was dark and snowy.

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 the cold muzzle of the old Luke's waist was pressed against it.

"Close the door, don't make a sound, if you dare to shout, don't blame me for being unkind!"

There was a cold voice from behind him, and old Luke's body stiffened, and he looked back at this guy in silence, and then closed the door without saying a word.

"Let's talk on the couch."

The dark shadow flashed into the room, said this menacingly, and then pointed a gun at Luke, leading him to the edge of the couch and sitting down.

The fireplace lit up, and old Luke took out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and slowly raised his head, barely seeing the true face of the black shadow.

This is a middle-aged man with brown hair, about thirty years old, with a muscular build, and six or seven scars on his face, both old and new, looking extremely hideous. And judging from the faint smell of blood emanating from his body, it is obvious that he is a very dangerous guy, and he has killed people not long ago.

"What do you see, old fellow?"

After being scrutinized by Old Luke, the brown-headed man immediately showed a fierce look, shook the barrel of the gun in his hand, and said viciously: "Dare to take another look, be careful that Lao Tzu knocks out your eyeballs!" ”

"Don't be nervous, young ......"

I don't know if he was frightened by the murderous aura of the comer, or because the cold wind was freezing just now, as soon as old Luke spoke, he couldn't help coughing violently, he trembled and took out the gray handkerchief used by the old man from his trouser pocket, covered his mouth for a long time, and then spoke again with difficulty:

"Although the old man's reputation in Beihai is not very good, you don't need to be so nervous, everything can sit down and discuss it well, as long as you explain your intentions, I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Oh, really?"

The brown-haired man glanced at the handkerchief as if unintentionally, and it was stained with blood, which made him feel a lot more relaxed in his heart, but he still sneered on his face and said:

"Come on, old Luke, everyone in our line of work knows what kind of character you are! Don't pretend to talk to me here and put on a posture of an elder. ”

Old Luke didn't speak, but coughed lowly, and then slowly put his handkerchief back in his pocket.

"So don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu is looking for you this time, there is indeed something to do, and in the entire Beihai, only a few scientists can solve it."

The brown-haired man sat on the sofa opposite, his index finger hooked and the pistol spinning around unhurriedly, his eyes falling on old Luke's face, and he laughed out loud.