One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

The sunlight in Fishman Street was not bright.

It could even be considered dim.

It was no different from yesterday's dusk.

Perhaps the only thing that could be distinguished was the existence of day and night.

The wooden door of the tavern was pushed open with a creak.

Bucky stepped out of the tavern with firm feet.

One or two rays of slanting sunlight sneaked out and shone on his eyes, with red background and white pupils, without a trace of blood.

The eye sockets were painted with a circle of black paint, which looked particularly deep and weird.

"Hehehe, so interesting."

Bucky grinned. In one night, he took about twenty murderous drugs.

He carefully experienced each one, and waited for the murderous drug to evaporate to stimulate muscle tearing and reorganization, and then took out the murderous drug suddenly.

It was a bit like the process of taking the essence and discarding the dross.

He took the little power that the murderous drug permanently increased, and discarded other effects.

Of course, there were side effects.

For example, his eyes.

It's okay not to take it, at least the clown doesn't feel anything. In his opinion, aging is just to let his life end in a shorter time and in a happier way.

Unfortunately, Bucky's opinion is too big.

When there are many people living together, there must be compromises.

Just like the self-help he occasionally talks about.

"Our goal is certainly not strength, but whether we have it or not is a very important question."

Bucky murmured a few words.

He raised his head and looked around again.

The fishman street is called a street, but what you step on is often thick wooden boards.

The "street" is not straight, but like a coral reef, it is layered and irregular.

"Do we need to stimulate these fishmen again, Mr. Bucky?"

Behind him, Swan also stretched his waist, showing his beautiful figure.

The short hair that originally only reached the neck has grown to the shoulders, and the hair ends are naturally curled, which gives her a mature temperament.

Her sympathy is only for the tragic experience of being a slave.

As for the positions of justice and evil, fishmen supremacy, and human sins, they do not exist for her at all.

Her position is only the man in front of her.

"Fishmen supremacy!"

"Liquidate humanity!"

"Revenge them!"

"..."

From time to time, fishmen carrying weapons and shouting slogans passed by.

They all had a dragon tattoo and a tattoo of the new fishmen pirate group on their bodies.

"No, no need."

Buggy bit his finger and seemed a little excited.

"Do you know what this looks like?" he suddenly asked.

But without waiting for Swan to respond, he said to himself: "During the Battle of the Fog, I was blowing hard on a pile of already lit fires to make the fire burn more vigorously and warmer."

"But this time, I changed the method."

"Find a gunpowder barrel, dig out matches, put the matches on the fire and burn them red, and then throw them back on the gunpowder barrel."

"Do you think they will explode?"

Buggy opened his hands wide, with a happy smile on his face, and then lowered his voice again.

"No, no, no."

"That's what I did yesterday."

"Today, what we have to do is to put this gunpowder barrel on the fire and roast it."

Baki's red lips were raised high, and he laughed twice.

"How is it, interesting?"

Swan understood a little bit. .

Murphy Street itself is full of hatred towards humans, which is the gunpowder barrel in Mr. Bucky's mouth.

And the few murphys in the tavern yesterday whose emotions were amplified by Mr. Bucky's ability were dry firewood.

But the most important thing is that they have been pent up for a long time. This is the main reason for their fanaticism.

A few dry firewood can quickly spread this fanaticism, and then turn it into a group fanaticism, like a kind of belief.

Group fanaticism will make this fanaticism irreversible.

It's like stepping on the accelerator on a car that is already on a downhill slope.

Among them, Mr. Bucky's precise grasp and talent of these murphys' psychology are amazing.

He seemed to know it by nature, and saw through their desires and repression at a glance.

I just don't know what Mr. Buggy meant by roasting on the fire?

She tilted her head, looking lovely.

In fact, even if Buggy didn't step on it, the New Fishman Pirates would have started their own plan to overthrow the rule in two years.

Well, the methods used by everyone are somewhat similar.

They all used the image Den Den Mushi for public execution.

But Buggy did an auction.

"A lively morning."

He looked up again, and the noise around him made him feel at home, just as at home as the silence of the confinement room.

His eyes followed the ray of sunlight and cast it to the place on the upper layer of Fishman Island where the light was the most abundant.

A funny smile naturally appeared on his face.

"Are you interested in having a cup of coffee with someone like me... Ma'am?"

"I'd love to."

Swan smiled.

The Mermaid Cafe is located in the Coral Hill, southeast of Fishman Island, close to the top-level Ryugu Castle, and is a bustling and noisy place.

But this noise turned into a carnival for human pirates two months ago.

In the cafe, several beautiful mermaids with bubble rings tied around their waists were carefully delivering cakes and fruits.

In dry areas, such bubbles can make it easier for mermaids to move.

Several members of the Beasts Pirates wearing fur clothes looked at these beautiful mermaids with unscrupulous eyes.

The extremely aggressive eyes made the floating tails of the mermaids tremble.

"It would be great to catch some mermaids. Why do you always catch those ugly fishmen..."

A pirate muttered with a little resentment.

If you can catch two mermaids, you can definitely develop many ways to play.

When he thought of this, he drooled a little. The beauty of mermaids is really hard to resist.

"Keep your voice down."

The companion next to him bumped into him, "That woman is still on this island, and do you think that Boss Quinn really doesn't have a few mermaids hidden?"

The companion laughed a few times in a low voice, obviously agreeing with the pirate's words.

"It's not a loss to leave like this, hehe."

"Just give that old king some face, hehe."

The pirates seemed to lower their voices, but the tone of treating mermaids as commodities made the mermaids behind the bar of the cafe red-eyed.

"It's okay."

"They will leave soon anyway."

The words of comfort from the mermaid waiters were like the women in the brothel were glad that they earned more than the dung pickers outside.

"The lady over there asked for two cups of coffee, you take them."

"Um..."

Kami responded gloomily, the feeling of being picked by others was really uncomfortable.

She just turned her head and saw that the three pirates suddenly lost their voices...

It will be on the shelves tomorrow at noon, so nervous~~~