Starting from the pirates, the brain hole exploded

This momentum is wrong.

As the new division moderator of the Summit, Gar Dino was keenly aware of something unusual.

In today's forum, there seems to be an invisible force pushing behind the scenes, trying to muddy the waters of the debate and slowly push it in the direction the other party wants.

Was this done by the Navy Headquarters?

"No matter what, we still have to deal with it first."

After thinking about it for a long time, Gar Dino decided to deal with the matter at hand first. He quickly turned the page and skillfully folded all the comments in favor of the navy in this hot post, and ignored those long speeches that condemned the navy. , then all the items will be refined and reddish, and moved to the front row.

It seems that there is not much that can be done, but this is already the authority of the partition moderator.

"Sigh, I don't know when I will be promoted to chief moderator."

Looking at the forum's management list and the vacant "Total Moderator" position, Gar Dino couldn't help but have a hint of envy in his eyes.

Things have to start from the day before yesterday.

Early that morning, the newly launched forum suddenly launched a moderator management function, and Gar Dino, who had been posting like crazy since the first day and had the highest experience level among all users, inexplicably received an invitation to be a section moderator.

This made him ecstatic at the time, thinking that he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life and control the life and death of millions of users on the forum. However, in actual operation, he realized that although there were only three partition moderators in a forum, their authority was pitiful. , only adding details, folding comments, etc. As for deleting posts, pinning them to the top, or even banning users, those are all things the chief moderator can do.

The only good news may be that the position of the general moderator is still vacant, which makes Gardino a lot happy. At least he doesn't have to have a boss hanging over his head at all times like he did in the Baroque Studio in the past.

Moreover, the background notes also indicate that as long as they work hard for a long time and are responsible for handling the affairs of the partition and forum, and meet certain conditions, the partition moderator may be promoted to the general moderator.

"We must get ahead of other section moderators and become the chief moderator!"

Having secretly made such a determination, Gar Dino no longer thought about it, but concentrated on looking at the post in front of him, and the speed of tightening or folding in his hands became faster.

Anyway, he has a lot of free time now.

Speaking of which, he was indeed very busy when he was still active under the codename mr.3, but since the boss Sand Crocodile was defeated by the Straw Hats and imprisoned in Impel Down a month ago, he, mr.2 and a few other people have been affected by the phone bug. The cadres who were unable to catch up due to non-payment were a blessing in disguise and were not arrested by the navy. That became a thing of the past.

Now he still has a lot of treasures that he took advantage of from the studio. In addition, he needs to avoid the pursuit of the navy for the time being. Gar Dino soon discovered that it is okay to stay in a small hotel room every day like now. It's actually quite interesting to make a cup of black tea, play games, and browse the forums.

comfortable.

Rubbing his slightly sore fingers, Gar Dino leisurely took the black tea next to him and took a sip. He was about to continue folding the post when a rough knock on the door suddenly rang.

"Who?"

Gar Dino frowned in displeasure. How could the waiter in this hotel be so incompetent? How many times had he said to knock softly before, why did he do it again now?

"The one who delivers lunch."

A deep young man's voice came from outside the door, concise and powerful.

"Is there something wrong with you? It's only [-]:[-] in the afternoon. I just had breakfast less than three hours ago. What kind of lunch can I get?"

"Appetizers and desserts are provided for free."

"Take it away, I don't like sweet things, but it would be acceptable if you gave me black tea."

"There's also black tea."

"Is it from Darjeeling? I can't see other black tea varieties."

"……should be."

"What do you mean it should be...forget it, after talking for so long, the Darjeeling black tea has become cold. You can take it away, I don't want it anymore."

"..."

The man outside the door was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Sorry to bother you."

"Then get out!"

Gar Dino shouted impatiently, lowered his head and continued to flip through the posts.

However, there was no sound of footsteps leaving the door. Instead, there was a rustling sound. Gar Dino turned around in confusion, and then he was shocked to see that the iron door of the room... actually opened by itself.

Three figures like iron towers appeared at the door, wearing black suits and standard sunglasses, and a cold aura emanating from them.

Gar Dino was stunned, and an unpleasant feeling came over his heart.

"Are you Mr.3 from Baroque Studio?"

The leading man in black took off his sunglasses, glanced at me coldly with a very oppressive gaze, and said solemnly: "There is no mention in the information that there is such a picky and pretentious element in your character."

"Mr.3? Who is that?"

Gar Dino's heart skipped a beat. After thinking quickly, he decided to try pretending to be stupid first. He frowned and said, "Did you get the wrong person? I've never heard of such a strange name."

He does have some confidence in saying this, because he is completely different now from the image he had when he was in the Baroque Studio. Not only has the funny and iconic "3" on his head been cut off, but he also has a decent comb. His slender head and cheeks were also waxed using fruit power, making him look smoother and younger.

In addition, he is not wearing glasses today, so even if Mr. 2, the idiot he has worked with for several years, is standing here, he may not be able to recognize who he is.

"Lying in this situation is not a rational choice for you."

However, the three men in black suits showed no signs of wavering at all. The young man at the head took out a stack of information from his arms, held the corners and unfolded it with four fingers, and said lightly:

"Here are the data records of all years from when you first left your hometown when you were six years old until you are now 30 years old, as well as the analysis of your appearance and portrait in 279 situations including but not limited to using the fruit ability to modify your appearance. Do you need to browse the pictures yourself?"

"..."

Looking at the lifelike sketch portrait in the corner of the exposed information, Gar Dino couldn't help but be stunned.But he quickly reacted, his eyes flashed sharply, his wrist flicked suddenly, and he threw out several balls of wax to attack the three of them. He took the phone bug on the table, quickly turned into a turbid white liquid, turned around and jumped out of the window.

The stupid navy came to the door so quickly!

Cursing secretly, Gar Dino felt that his luck was really bad. He finally escaped from the naval encirclement in Alabasta, but after arriving at Spring Queen Island for a few days, he found himself in trouble again.

When he jumped out of the window, Gar Dino looked back. The three of them didn't seem to have reacted yet. Seeing that they were about to be wrapped in the wax ball he threw out, he believed in his own fruit ability and immediately made up his mind. After a while, he sneered disdainfully.

It seems that the navy still underestimates itself too much. The strength of the people sent out this time is so bad, not even one with school strength.

In this case, I can't be kept.

So, farewell!

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