One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the sparkling sea, and the golden light intertwined with the blue water, as if the whole sea was covered with an orange-red gauze.

As the setting sun slowly sank, the color of the sky gradually became softer.

From the initial orange-red, it gradually transitioned to dark purple, and finally merged into the night.

The mood of the pirate guerrillas was originally sunk into the night.

On the warship opposite them, there stood an old man with gray hair, wearing flowered shorts, a goatee, and squinting eyes under round glasses, looking unruly.

But anyone who saw it would be shocked.

This is the former marshal, Buddha's Warring States.

He is famous for his wise generals.

And they are a unit preparing to rebel against the navy.

The uneasiness in their hearts can be imagined.

It's just that the development of things is a little beyond their expectations.

The old man with gray beard stood beside his best friend, sharing the senbei he had just opened with this old friend who had been eliminated by the times but still wanted to make some waves.

If it was Garp, Sengoku would only hide the senbei better.

That guy just kept eating.

He could eat even when sleeping, but the senbei in Sengoku's inventory was not enough for him to make.

Fortunately, Zephyr was not Garp, he was restrained, and the two of them ate senbei one after another, sitting on the bow deck.

"I really thought we were going to fight just now."

Binz breathed a sigh of relief. He was wearing a colorful ninja outfit, and his limbs were like bamboo poles.

Just now they all thought that their target was discovered by the navy, after all, at this time, the former marshal suddenly appeared.

"Your temper seems to be much better."

"Your teacher and comrades-in-arms, maybe there won't be so many troubles."

Ain followed.

When he was a marshal, Sengoku's face was always solemn, giving people a sense of majesty without anger.

But now, sitting with Zephyr, he was laughing and laughing. Eating a senbei tasted like drinking shochu, and he was almost the same as an ordinary retired old man.

After the two warships approached, the conflict that was expected did not happen at all. Zephyr and Sengoku had been comrades who had fought together for many years.

Together with Crane and Garp, these four people were the face of the navy in the old era.

But after Sengoku became the marshal, they gradually became distant.

The two sat together and first recalled the glorious years of their youth and the pressure when facing the Rocks Pirates.

But they tacitly did not mention the issue of Whitebeard II, and Sengoku only asked indirectly.

"Are you very unconvinced?"

He narrowed his eyes with a smile on his face.

"No, I am not unconvinced."

Zephyr took out a senbei and shook his head.

"I just think it shouldn't be like this."

"It can't be like this."

"If you can't do it, then I have to do it myself."

"I actually always trust you."

He looked up, and the senbei tasted crispy, with a pop.

Zeffer has never trusted the World Government. Many years ago, when the training ship was attacked and massacred, he was extremely disappointed with the so-called World Government.

The reason why he agreed to stay in the Navy is because of his trust in his old friend.

Trust that they can do the cause that he couldn't do and realize true justice.

"Trust...the justice that reigns over the world."

Sengoku, Garp, Crane, and Zephyr himself all joined the Navy at the same time, and they were also the ones who stood out among their peers.

In fact, they all know their own justice very well.

Zeffer knew it a long time ago.

The so-called "justice that reigns over the world" pursued by Sengoku is not that he represents justice to reign over the world, but to let justice reign over the world.

Let justice be higher than the World Government and higher than the Celestial Dragons.

Not be constrained by any party.

The reason why they have been compromising with the dark side of the World Government and accepting the absurd privileges of the Celestial Dragons and the extremely ugly game.

This goal accounts for a large part of the reason.

Including Zephyr's determination this time, Whitebeard II becoming a Shichibukai is part of it, and Sengoku's abdication is the fundamental.

This marks that the efforts of the old generation of the navy have completely failed.

Justice is not above the world.

Instead, it has become a tool of the Celestial Dragons and the World Government.

"But now that justice no longer exists."

"There is no justice in the navy... anymore."

This sentence seems to have been said by a young man.

Sengoku stuffed five senbei in his mouth and chewed them. Anyway, he had already abdicated and didn't care about his image.

But he also understood what Zephyr meant, and he understood that this tragic admiral had been suppressing his resentment in his heart, just for their common goal.

Justice.

Now, the old friend can no longer see justice in the navy.

That thing is naturally self-evident.

The sound of chewing senbei continued.

I don't know how Garp can eat so many donuts at the same time.

"...We are all old."

"Sending away our opponents like Roger and Whitebeard has already consumed most of my energy."

He can only accept this result.

In their generation, they failed to make justice reign in the world.

"Fortunately, this sea did not slide into a worse future."

"Whitebeard said that there are no ships that can carry them in the new era, so why not us?"

"There is no place for us in this era either."

Zeff found that his comrades were indeed old.

The old had forgotten their original intentions, and only dared to stick to the old order and were afraid of change.

"I am old too."

He grinned, and his triangular sunglasses made him look a little arrogant.

"However, I still have some things I haven't done."

"Abandon justice, abandon freedom, abandon all heroic and glorious things, I still have a responsibility that I can't abandon."

"There are a group of children, maybe they will die in the fight with pirates in the future, die in the treacherous waves of the sea, and die from diseases and accidents."

"Including, die... in revenge caused by the heroic dream of an incompetent person."

"I can accept all of this."

A bag of senbei was already empty, and Sengoku touched the bag with his fingers a few times, only pinching out a few pieces of crumbs.

"The only thing I can't accept is that they died under the protection of an incompetent person when they were still young."

"This is a responsibility I can never get rid of!"

The wind on the sea was very strong, blowing Zefa's hair backwards, and there was a kind of desperate madness in the mess.

"The Joker...is not a good partner."

"The power rock is not a good choice either."

"The reason why the navy never uses this weapon is that it never reveals the existence of this thing..."

Zhan Guo turned the bag of senbei over and swung it. He couldn't believe that he had just opened a bag of senbei, but he had eaten it so quickly.

Then he patted Zefa's shoulder again.

Lowered his voice.

"This is about the Celestial Dragons."

"Hahaha, it seems that my stock is also gone!"

Zhan Guo laughed heartily.

"It is necessary to import a batch of goods, otherwise Garp will definitely complain when he comes back. Speaking of which island is nearby..."

"Ugo, do you have any suggestions?"

Ugo was the adjutant on the warship. He ran over when he heard the call.

"But, Mr. Zhan Guo, don't we want to..."

He glanced at Zefa.

Didn't the headquarters ask them to replace Mr. Zefa and escort the transport ship...

"Have you forgotten, Ugo?"

Zhan Guo stood up and stretched, "I'm retired, and there are no missions that must be performed in the new era."

"Please take care of the appetite of the retired old man, I will pay."

...

...

"This is not fake, it can't be fake!"

Javier didn't know where he got the courage, he rushed forward and grabbed the collar of the dignified lieutenant general.

For this head, he gambled everything!

"Do you know how much I paid for this head!"

"He wanted a suitable box, so I sold everything in my house, leaving no rice. The greedy Vanessa outside the town wanted one of my daughters, so I sold her too!"

"And those two pieces of red silk cloth, do you know how difficult it is to find two clean pieces of red silk cloth in a damn pirate town!!"

"I have to sell my other daughter too!"

"Woo woo woo, my poor daughter!"

"But you, what right do you have to say this is fake!"

"I have nothing left, I only have this head!"

Javier couldn't believe what would happen if he lost the bet. The town he lived in was blown up by his own hands, and his daughters were sold by him. Who would look down on him as a rotten man?

He yelled at the admiral.

Emotions were out of control.

"I only want 10% of the bounty, 10%! With this 10% bounty, hundreds of millions of Baileys, I can win everything back!"

"This is my chance!"

"I seized this opportunity, they are all cowards, I should be the winner!"

Javier saw this 10% as a chance to turn his life around, a chance for his luck to turn around!

He no longer had the courage to be a pirate.

But his struggle was only for a moment.

Javier saw the hilt of a samurai sword, which was in the shape of a blooming flower, with smooth edges and corners, and every arc was particularly beautiful.

Like the plum blossoms in the North Sea.

Following the hilt, there was a snow-white blade, stained with dark red blood, and he couldn't see most of the blade.

After all, it was stuck in his body.

"I can win it back."

What he thought of was a samurai sword he once owned, which had the same beautiful hilt.

Later, he put it on the gambling table.

With a clatter.

Flying Squirrel pulled the samurai sword out of Javier’s body neatly.

Then he pulled out a piece of white cloth and wiped the blade.

When executing the Demon Killing Order, the lives of an entire island were destroyed under his orders, and the villains who died under his sword were also known for their ferocity and cruelty.

Even during the war at the top, he fought against a group of masters of the Whitebeard Pirates.

He was more or less a swordsman who had reached the level of cutting iron.

Now he had to kill a gambler who was nothing...

The blood of gamblers was very dirty.

Flying Squirrel was disgusted.

From beginning to end, he did not look at this gambler again, let alone that hysteria. .

Instead, he grabbed the box containing the clown’s head.

He glanced at the two brigadiers behind him.

“I am the base commander, do as I say.”

“Yes.”

T. Peng En did not say much, saluted and went about his own business.

At least we need to open up a wind tunnel to reduce the loss of oxygen.

"Understood."

Kibbin lowered his head, his eyes slightly unwilling.

In his opinion, the importance of the clown's head far exceeds this town.

Besides, why do they think that the clown can only do this? If they don't deal with the clown, the lives of the people in the whole town will be controlled by him.

A big face seemed to gather on the gas in the sky, with the corners of his mouth raised.

It seemed to express some opinions on the performance below.

Under the order of the flying squirrel.

The navy of the entire base was busy. It seemed feasible to use a large number of fans to open up a wind tunnel for air circulation.

The ship cutter Capone has already arranged it with the soldiers.

The sound of the fan blowing seemed to make the air more comfortable.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yixiao also followed. His ability had no way to deal with the current situation, so he could only follow Capone and the others.

The hands on the clock turned very fast.

Soon another round went by.

The tone of the flying squirrel when reporting to the headquarters was much more relaxed.

"The wind tunnel plan is indeed feasible. If the transport ship can speed up to deliver more fans, we can dispel this crisis."

Except for the weirdo G5, other naval bases will not exist alone.

"Perhaps this is just a prank of the clown."

"He is scaring us."

"This is very close to the judgment of the Crane Staff." The response of the headquarters staff came from the microphone.

It doesn't sound very interesting.

"So, the expected support has gone to the transport ship, and it should arrive shortly after the sun sets."

"Isn't there Teacher Zefa?"

Hearing that the support was gone, the flying squirrel was a little unsure again.

"The headquarters thinks we should be more cautious, after all, it is related to that thing."

"Yes."

The flying squirrel nodded helplessly.

"In addition, the transport ship has also stopped."

He could be helpless about the previous thing, but this sentence made the flying squirrel's voice growl.

The solution has obviously been found, what does it mean for the headquarters to stop at this time? !

"I need an explanation."

He suppressed his anger.

"We still need a lot of fans to open up channels, and rescue supplies. The gas has been covering us for a long time, and many people have symptoms of poisoning!"

"Yes, but these are not important anymore."

The voice on the other side of the microphone was silent for a while, and it seemed that a new voice had changed, saying coldly: "Your mission has changed. You don't need to pay attention to the town and the base. Get on the warship now."

"Killing the clown is your first priority!"

The reason for the clown? !

The flying squirrel's pupils shrank sharply. He clearly didn't report this matter...

No, there are two of his men!

He gritted his teeth.

"Is Marshal Kuzan here? I will explain to him in person that the clown's head is fake. He uses it to divide us..."

On the other end of the microphone, Aokiji took the microphone and blew a breath of cold mist, and the temperature in the staff room suddenly dropped by several degrees.

"Flying squirrel, this is the order of Saint Satan."