Pirate: I'm in the Navy from nine to five

"Keby, has the appearance of a general..."

"Belumebo has the appearance of a general..."

"Luo Yu has the appearance of a general..."

"Karp, what kind of bastard are you? Every one of the people you recommend is written as a general. Do you really think that the general is a cabbage on the street? You don't have to worry about Sakarsky and the others hearing it and being dissatisfied with you. ?"

Inside the Navy Headquarters Marine Vandor Recruit Academy.

Thousands of elite sailors from various bases gathered here.

Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to be able to be promoted to the headquarters smoothly from all over the place.

On the high platform, Zefa grabbed Karp who was dozing off while blowing his nose bubbles by the collar, and roared angrily.

Kebi and Bellumebo, who were waiting for the assessment, were instantly embarrassed.

Looking at Karp who still hasn't woken up, Kebi explained anxiously.

"Chief Instructor Zefa, don't get me wrong. When Mr. Karp wrote the recommendation letter yesterday, he accidentally drank too much, so he wrote the recommendation letter wrong."

"Belumebo and I can't bear the evaluation of the general's appearance!"

"Your name is Kebi!" Zefa glanced at the information in his hand, and immediately slapped Karp on the back of the head with his backhand, roaring angrily.

"I knew Karp that you were unreliable. If Bogart hadn't been following you to deal with the aftermath, you would have been sunk to a corner of the sea."

"Now, take the letter of recommendation and revise it immediately, and hand it back to me before the lunch break!"

"Haha, it turned out to be Zefa, I thought who would dare to beat this old man." Garp grinned and recovered from the pain, covering the back of his head.

"The recommendation letters are only for those who like to do superficial kung fu. You are a capable person. Of course, it depends on your strength."

"However, the old man can pat his chest and say that the person I recommended really has the appearance of a general. These two little guys have already mastered the shaving in the six styles after just following me for a short year. If they are cultivated, they will definitely become the mainstay of the navy."

"Have you mastered the six naval shaving moves within a year?" Zefa was a little surprised. Among the six shaving moves, it is indeed the easiest move to get started, but it is indeed the most practical auxiliary move.

Being able to learn it within a year, this qualification is considered above average.

"No...no, Chief Instructor Zefa, don't listen to Mr. Karp's nonsense, if we have the appearance of a general at our level, it will lower Luo Yu's level, and he is the real appearance of a general! Kebi hurriedly waved his hands and explained.

Bellumebo on the side also nodded frantically, with a little bit of fear remaining on his face.

"Luo Yu? Does he have the appearance of a general?" Zefa flipped through the recommendation letter in his hand from memory, looked at the name on the last one, looked around, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Kebi, you said that Luo Yu is the one who truly possesses the appearance of a general. Will he be stronger than you?"

"Where is he? Why didn't he show up here? Did something unexpected happen?"

After asking several times in a row, Kebi became tense in an instant, quickly looked down at the sweaty pocket watch in his hand, and hurriedly cast a look at Karp for help.

"Ahem, Zefa, you once said that geniuses are flawed freaks. That guy Luo Yu is indeed a little bit better than these two guys, enough to be called a genius." Garp looked left and right. After walking around, he quickly rubbed the back of his head and explained with a dry cough.

"It's just that the brat is a little flawed, and he's a little obsessed with the time to go to and from get off work. Counting the time, it should be almost here..."

genius?

flaw?

A little obsessed with working hours?

What is this ghost?

Zefa looked at the letter of recommendation in his hand, his face darkened quickly, and he growled hysterically.

"Garp, are you taking me for a ghost?"

"A guy who doesn't even have the concept of time, even if he comes, the old man will let him go!"

Zefa clenched his fingers suddenly, and punched Garp with all his might.

Cap looked down.

boom!

The power detector behind him, which resembled a boxing weapon, instantly flew backwards like a cannonball.

The speed was so fast that it spanned dozens of meters in a blink of an eye, and smashed at the recruits below.

The recruits standing in front of the queue, waiting to read their names, couldn't help but froze.

I never thought that there would be such a sudden disaster.

In the introduction just now, this kind of boxing device for testing power is claimed to be able to withstand blows with [-] power.

Now being smashed into the air by Zefa's punch, the impact is so great that a new soldier can't take it, right?

"It's a disaster, run away!"

Zefa suddenly came back to his senses, completely unaware of Garp's slickness as always, and hurriedly planned to rescue him, but it was obviously too late.

boom!

The dull sound of collision echoed in the playground.

The force testing machine flying upside down seemed to hit an iron plate and was stopped suddenly.

The scarlet number on the display was beating even faster, and finally fixed at 4000.

The next moment, the display screen exploded even more.

boom!

Debris splattered all over the sky, everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and their eye sockets almost burst open.

There was even a sound of gasping for air on the playground.

One punch sent the power testing machine into the air, and the power value directly exceeded the [-] explosion meter, which was indeed shocking.

What shocked them even more was who stopped the machine with its power value exploding with bare hands.

Is this really a recruit?

"Chief Instructor Zefa, I'm sorry, I don't agree with what you said just now." A yawning young man in a sailor suit with a cropped cut came out in front of the stunned recruit.

The power test machine in his right hand was thrown aside like a feather.

Then he took out an old pocket watch, looked down and said.

"It is now 57:3, and there are still [-] minutes before the official working time."

"No, to be precise, it is two minutes and fifty-eight seconds."

"As a recruit, I now have a monthly salary of 30 Baileys. Excluding weekends and eight-day holidays, I work 22 days a month. My daily salary is 630 yuan."

"Eight hours a day, a total of 480 minutes."

"If you want me to go to work immediately, you should pay me three times the overtime pay, 250 five Bailey's overtime pay."

The people in the field were suddenly confused.

Such a majestic way of appearance, how could it have something to do with the image of being preoccupied.

3 minutes of overtime!

250 five Baileys!

This small amount of money makes people unable to have anything to do with the tall and tall image just now!

"Haha, Luo Yu, you're finally here, I'll give you 3 minutes of overtime pay, hurry up and let Zefa see you!"