One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

Crack——

A Den Den Mushi was crushed in Doflamingo's hand.

Several veins popped out on his forehead.

His face was full of anger and laughter.

This was the first time he had seen such an arrogant navy.

He immediately thought that the navy was going to target him, otherwise there would be no reason to face him with such an arrogant attitude.

Did the navy notice what he had done?

The first thing that came to his mind was a wrinkled old woman with gray hair.

But he was not unprepared.

As for the surname Lux...

It was not enough.

Mingo pulled and tugged, and a white line extended from his fingers, tying up a white Den Den Mushi that was dozing off on the side.

"Vergo..."

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There was also a Den Den Mushi in front of Buggy.

A Den Den Mushi belonging to Major Yaro.

He was looking forward to it.

Who would be the first person to call this number.

Different people, with different levels of anxiety, can reflect different information.

If it was a panicked and angry call from Major General Sicily, the base commander of Area 66, it would mean that not only Captain Diouf, but the entire naval base was involved in human trafficking, but this was not unexpected.

Or, it was a direct accusatory call from the Navy Headquarters.

That means that in the eyes of the Navy, the significance of a Shichibukai is far higher than justice in their eyes.

The speed at which the phone rings depends not only on the reaction of the forces behind Doflamingo and the nobles and wealthy businessmen, but also on the degree of unity of the voices within the Navy.

Buggy hopes that this phone will not ring for the time being.

The meaning behind it is even more interesting.

"Create a little commotion, disrupt the original order, and then everything will become chaotic."

"And I am the representative of chaos."

Buggy's smile is a bit evil at this moment.

But his actions are just, there is no doubt about that.

So he is reasonably instructing Jacques, Arne and others to collect the so-called price of justice from the arrested nobles and wealthy businessmen.

If they don't want to see their big headshots appear on the headlines of the next day's news.

Well, it's not that no one has accused him of extortion.

But the slave collars hidden in the human auction venue quickly calmed them down.

As slave owners themselves, they knew the power of this thing very well.

Putting their life and death completely in the hands of others.

The terrifying explosion that was enough to shatter their bones was put on their necks.

It's not that they haven't thought that one day they will be enslaved by such a thing, but compared with the power to manipulate other people's lives and trample on other people's dignity, such threats were deliberately ignored.

And now.

This threat is right in front of them.

It breaks the defense line in their hearts more easily than any words or blood.

This is the first time in Jacques' life that he has seen such a rich wealth.

500 million, or 600 million?

Baileys taller than a person are piled in front of him, and the speed of his heartbeat is not under his control at all.

"You can take half."

Bucky has no intention of stopping their greedy desires.

Greed can make them a handy tool in his hands.

And he did not deny that he was also stirred up in his heart when facing such wealth.

However, compared with the pursuit of pure wealth, what excited him more was the use of wealth.

"The game's startup capital is there again, right?" He said to himself.

What he expected seemed to come true. During the time when the navy cleaned up the entire human auction venue, the Den Den Mushi in his hand was completely silent.

But it would be too far-fetched to say that Doflamingo and the families of these nobles and wealthy businessmen would remain indifferent.

They must have a connection with the navy.

But this connection did not have the expected impact.

"Thank you!"

In the iron cage, the pitiful female slave looked at Buggy with watery eyes.

The white uniform became the biggest light in her gray life.

"Thank you for what?" The light was a little puzzled.

"I need to remind you that in about half an hour, there will be a raging fire here."

"Before that, I suggest you seize the time and save yourself."

Buggy never planned to rescue slaves.

What he did was to remove the fig leaf of the employment agency and expose the unbridled filth and darkness underneath.

Especially, with such a righteous identity and name.

What he wanted to see was the tearing of order.

Because that was the beginning of chaos.

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The slave girl was stunned with a redeemed expression on her face, and then she understood.

The other party did not intend to open the iron cage for her.

Her fate did not change at all.

Her eyes swept over the navy in the meeting, and those eyes that were obviously full of desire became evasive when they met her eyes.

At least at this moment, their loyalty to Bucky was off the charts.

There was no way, he gave too much.

"How can I save myself?"

At least the navy commander's eyes were not greedy.

This was her only comfort, and then she really thought about how to save herself.

Body?

No, what's the difference between that and being a slave.

What can I do?

While the female slave was thinking about saving herself, Bucky walked towards the backstage of the auction venue.

Behind the big red curtains on both sides of the stage, there was a passage that was just big enough for the iron cage to pass through.

There were two obvious grooves on the bright tiled floor.

Further ahead, there were several turns with gates.

It is worth mentioning that these iron gates, which were obviously built to prevent slaves from escaping, eventually became a dead end for Disco and his accomplices.

Behind the last thick iron gate was the prison area where all the slaves to be sold at the human auction venue were imprisoned.

Bucky's footsteps suddenly stopped.

His expression was interesting.

In the prison area, there was no group of slaves with their heads down and their eyes dull, waiting for the salvation of him, the righteous navy.

There was only a hole about two meters in size.

Behind the hole, you can see several towering red trees and rising neon bubbles, as if they were greeting him.

"It seems that I won't be able to see that old friend anymore."

Bucky whispered.

Back to the stage of the venue.

Bucky felt that he had to share this good news with the slave girl.

How to say it

Congratulations, you are now the only slave who needs to save yourself.

Because the other slaves have already run away.

It is hard to imagine what the slave girl's mind was like when she heard the news.

But judging from her almost dull expression, the blow should be quite big.

This blow seemed to give her some kind of stimulation.

The slave girl stood up with a determined look.

On the wrist of her left hand, there was a prismatic glass fragment.

She cut her waist-length hair neatly from her neck.

She grabbed a handful of long hair as smooth as a ponytail in her hand.

She handed it to Bucky.

"Swan, my name is Swan."

This was her token of allegiance.