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

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

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

"Garp, what kind of bastard are you? Every one of the people you recommended has the status of a general. Do you really think that generals are just street cabbage? Aren't you worried that Sakaski and the others will hear this and be dissatisfied with you?

?"

Inside the Marine Vendor Recruit Academy at Marine Headquarters.

Thousands of elite sailors from major bases gathered here.

Everyone is taking this opportunity to be promoted from various places to the headquarters smoothly.

On the high platform, Zefa grabbed the collar of Garp who was still blowing bubbles in his nose and dozing off, and yelled angrily.

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

Looking at Garp who still hadn't woken up, Kebi explained hurriedly.

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

"Borumabel and I can't afford to be judged as generals!"

"Your name is Kerby!" Zefa glanced at the information in his hand, then slapped Garp on the back of the head with his backhand and roared.

"I knew you were unreliable, Garp. If Bogart hadn't been following you to deal with the aftermath, you would have been buried somewhere in the sea."

"Now, take the recommendation letter and revise it immediately and give it to me again before the lunch break!"

"Haha, it turns out it's you, Zefa. I thought who dared to beat me up." Garp covered the back of his head in pain and laughed, coming back to his senses.

"Recommendation letters are only for those guys who like to do superficial things. You are a strong person, so of course you make your decision based on your strength."

"However, I can pat my chest and say that the person I recommended really has the appearance of a general. These two little guys have only followed me for a short year and have already mastered the six types of shaving. As long as they

If you train them, you can definitely become the mainstay of the navy."

"Mastered the Sixth Form of Navy Shave in one year?" Zefa was a little surprised. Among the six moves, Shaver is indeed the easiest to learn, but it is indeed the most practical auxiliary move.

If you can learn it within one year, your qualifications are considered to be above average.

"No... no, Chief Instructor Zefa, don't listen to Mr. Garp's nonsense. If we can be considered as having the status of a general at this level, it will lower Luo Yu's level. He is the real general!

" Kebi hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

Belumeber on the side also nodded wildly in agreement, with a little fear still on his face.

"Luo Yu? He has the appearance of a general?" Zefa opened the recommendation letter in his hand according to his memory, looked at the name on the last one, looked around, and raised his eyebrows.

"Kebi, you say that Luo Yu is the one who truly possesses the status of a general. Is he stronger than you?"

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

After asking several questions in a row, Kebi instantly became nervous. He quickly looked down at the sweaty pocket watch in his hand, and hurriedly looked at Garp for help.

"Ahem, Zefa, you once said that geniuses are all flawed freaks. That guy Luo Yu is indeed a little better than these two guys, enough to be called a genius." Garp looked around.

He walked around, quickly rubbed the back of his head, coughed dryly and explained.

"It's just that the kid has some flaws. He's a bit obsessed with commuting to get off work. Counting the time, it should be almost there..."

genius?

flaw?

A little obsessed with working hours?

What the hell is this?

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

"Garp, are you trying to fool me into thinking I'm a ghost?"

"A guy who doesn't even have a sense of time, even if he comes, I will tell him to get out!"

Zefa suddenly clenched his fingers and punched Garp with all his strength.

Garp ducked his head.

boom!

The power value detector behind him, which looked like a boxing machine, instantly flew backwards like a cannonball.

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

Standing in front of the queue, waiting for the recruits to have their names read out, their expressions couldn't help but stagnate.

I never expected that such a sudden disaster would happen.

In the introduction just now, this kind of boxing device for testing the power value is said to be able to withstand a blow of 4,000 power points.

Now being knocked away by Zefa with a punch, the impact is so great that it is definitely not something that a new soldier can handle, right?

"You're in trouble, get out of the way!"

Zefa suddenly came back to his senses, not expecting Garp to be as naughty as ever, and quickly planned to rescue him, but it was obviously too late.

boom!

The dull sound of collision echoed in the playground.

The doli test machine that was flying upside down seemed to hit an iron plate and was suddenly stopped.

The scarlet numbers on the display were beating rapidly, and finally settled on 4000.

The next moment, the display screen exploded to pieces.

boom!

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

There were even gasps of air-conditioning on the playground.

One punch caused the power testing machine to fly away, and the strength value directly exceeded 4,000, which was really shocking.

What shocked them even more was who stopped the machine with explosive strength with bare hands.

Is this really a new recruit?

"Chief Instructor Zefa, I'm sorry, I don't agree with what you just said." A yawning young man wearing a sailor's uniform, with a short haircut, walked out in front of the frightened recruit.

The power value testing machine held in his right hand was thrown aside like a feather.

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

"It's now 8:57, and there are still three minutes left before the official working time."

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

"As a new recruit, my current monthly salary is 300,000 beli. Excluding eight days of weekend holidays, I work 22 days a month. My daily salary is 13,636 yuan."

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

"If you want me to go to work right now, then you should pay me three times the overtime pay, which is two hundred and fifty-five dollars in overtime pay."

People in the field were suddenly confused.

How could such a majestic appearance be related to a carefree image?

Three minutes of overtime pay!

Two hundred and fifty five Baileys!

This small amount of money can't be compared to the high-ranking image just now!
Chapter completed!