One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

Chapter 176: Unfair Gambling

Crash--

The sound of the anchor being pulled out of the water sounded behind the flying squirrel.

This voice that he was very familiar with as a marine, now hearing it in Flying Squirrel's ears made his body feel particularly stiff.

The warship is still moving.

Can T Capone only have such a short time? !

Even if there is no oxygen, it shouldn’t be like this.

It goes without saying that a navy capable of stationing in the New World must be physically fit. As long as one is not a capable person, diving and apnea-holding and other events are routine.

Not to mention that these are more than two hundred soldiers carefully selected by Flying Squirrel himself, which can be regarded as the elite soldiers in the G1 base.

But within just a short while, the warship began to disobey orders.

then.

The flying squirrel heard another bang, and the heavy anchor chain touched the side of the ship while recovering.

The hull of the ship seemed to be pressed down by something heavy, and as it swayed, it pushed out water waves more than one meter high.

Water splashed up, soaking the flying squirrel's trousers.

He couldn't feel the cold.

Instead, there was an extraordinarily hot feeling.

It was the thick breath coming out of the nostrils of the soldier in front of him.

Even without seeing and hearing the domineering force, the flying squirrels could feel their extremely expanded animal nature at this time.

Survival is human instinct.

They had already been suffocated once and had no intention of suffocating again.

The wooden box containing Bucky's head made a mark with the flying squirrel's fingers.

The clown creates an apocalyptic atmosphere, and people naturally think that they are in the apocalypse.

The flying squirrel knows all this.

These eyes finally fell on him.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General...what did you just say?"

"without."

The flying squirrel sighed.

He tried to struggle, but the result seemed to be the side that the clown wanted to see.

Like a puppet on strings.

But the flying squirrel is not a blaming person.

Originally, the flying squirrel still didn't want to get to the last step.

It's not that he can't bear it.

I just simply don’t want to hear the clown’s laughter, don’t want to see the clown’s smiling face, and don’t want the clown to get his wish.

There is no D in his name. It’s not about howling the power of love or recalling the past that will make him happy.

He could only sit down at the gaming table.

Let the warship leave, and he will still win the bet.

The flying squirrel didn't think about explaining anything. It was impossible for the clown to speak for him, and the whole bet was just between the two of them.

It was another struggle for the base commander to face the clown.

The only thing he has to fight against is the rising beastiality in front of him.

The flying squirrel picked up the saber longship and slowly drew a thin line on the harbor.

"I will not leave."

"But please don't cross this line."

He held the knife in one hand and looked particularly tall and thin in his striped suit.

But standing on the opposite side of this group of soldiers, there was an imposing manner like a mountain standing tall.

One man is in charge.

Frankly speaking, warships can indeed accommodate at least 500 people now, but what next?

After these people get on board, can others get on?

The combined number of people in the base and town was well over five hundred.

It would be better to determine death from the beginning.

Besides, flying squirrels don't care much about human life.

What he cares about is his town, the town where he lives with his family.

Clang.

The heavy anchor brought the earth and rocks from the seabed to the surface and rested against the side of the stern.

An ordinary sound.

For these soldiers, it was like a reminder.

The warship has weighed anchor and can leave port at any time.

It would be okay if everyone was the same.

But the current situation is that some people are dying, but I have to stay and be tortured...

Why?

Who can bear this? !

"Let me on board!"

"You can't leave us here!!"

"I must leave. I never want to experience that suffocating feeling again. We would rather die at sea!"

The sword came out of its sheath.

The snow-white blade suddenly added a bit of coldness to the darkness in the fog.

Is it bright outside?

The soldiers stopped in front of the line drawn by the flying squirrel and stepped back several times anxiously.

The flying squirrel's prestige remains.

Moreover, the first person to cross this line will definitely do it, and they all know this.

The warship suddenly sank again.

The hill-like giant was like a toy boat in a child's hand, which was pressed.

The reaction this time was much more intense than the previous one.

The waves suddenly rose up to three or four heights and rushed toward the harbor.

A soldier standing in front was suddenly pushed by someone behind him, and he stumbled across the line.

As the waves crashed down, the sword's light bloomed in the blue water.

In an instant, blood mixed with the sea water.

Now that the decision was made, the flying squirrel had no intention of showing mercy.

He said he would stay, but he didn't say he wouldn't cross this line either.

The figure left a blurry afterimage in its original position, and the flying squirrel appeared on top of the soldier, staring closely at the man who had just pushed.

It may be hard to see with your eyes, but you can see the domineering power clearly.

The minimum requirement for a lieutenant general is to master the two-color haki and the six naval styles, but Flying Squirrel can be stationed at such an important G1 base. In addition to the above two, he is also a swordsman.

"Zhixin Kageryu-Hunting!"

The flying squirrel bent its legs, pointed the tip of the longship's sword downwards, and stabbed with its backhand.

The power was like a beast biting, but the swordplay was as delicate as sniffing a rose.

Like a lasso, it took off the man's head directly.

On normal days, such a performance would definitely make the soldiers retreat obediently.

But it was different now.

If he retreated, he would suffocate to death.

If he took a step forward, he would be hacked to death by the sword.

At least there was still a chance.

The most important thing was that the people behind him kept coming, and now there were also people. They were like ants, crowding over following the smell.

They kept pushing the people in front out.

The smell of blood was extremely strong, and the stone slabs on the port were dyed red, seeping into every pore between the stone slabs.

The surging sea water dragged the blood color very far away, as if a red halo was reflected.

"This smell is right."

Bucky sniffed his nose, and when the box moved around the flying squirrel, he also felt a sense of dizziness.

"It's just a pity, I really like... this justice."

I thought the flying squirrel would grab him and explain a few words, and he even thought of his opening remarks.

Greet him with good afternoon.

In this way, even if they are shrouded in dark fog, they will definitely feel the warm feeling when the sun shines directly.

How kind! When will the World Government's Good Citizen Award be issued to them?

They can't just default on their debts like Gotham City, right?

Buggy felt that he really did very little.

In order to play for a while longer, he even tried to restrain himself and restrain himself from letting the gas burn prematurely.

He gave his head and created a seemingly fatal crisis. What he did was so simple.

He really wanted to be a villain.

It's a pity that he still didn't meet the protagonist.

He can only watch more, look at these people, and see the various interesting reactions in this doomsday-like... world.

Well, it's all Zephyr's fault.

He wanted to make a fuss himself.

As Buggy muttered, the conflict on the warship seemed to have come to an end.

The two people who originally leaned towards the flying squirrel.

T Capone and Yixiao, the positions and emotions of these two people began to change dramatically.

They were greedier than flying squirrels, they wanted everything.

But they were unwilling to accept anything.

Especially T Capone, his mood changes were more intense, Yixiao was much calmer.

As he thought about it, Bucky suddenly felt a line of sight sweeping over him.

Of course it was not a real line of sight, but a more mysterious feeling, someone was looking at him, and he seemed to be very sensitive to this.

That line of sight came from the warship.

The smell of blood seemed to be driving the warship to escape faster.

Civilians rushed over from the civilian dock, and they also found this last straw.

Yixiao's knife was only half out.

The people on the warship all knelt on the ground, and the sudden multiple gravity made their bodies, which were already having difficulty breathing, even more difficult to support.

The warship was just pushed by the surge of the waves.

"Can you take more people with you?"

"Take some people and leave some people, that's the cruelest."

"Why not just leave now?"

When Yixiao asked, the gravity that made everyone kneel down dissipated in vain, and Kibin finally got up.

The warship left its original position, the air seemed to circulate again, and the sound was also transmitted.

His eyes were full of deep fear.

In front of this blind man's ability, the iron block that he was most proud of actually only had a negative effect, it was better not to use it.

It was even more aggrieved than when he fought with the Straw Hat Boy in the war on the top.

Kibbin didn't actually order to set sail, and the act of raising the anchor was a spontaneous action of the crew on the warship, so T Capone didn't play any role.

Although he wanted to do so later, Yixiao obviously didn't give him this opportunity.

"Only that clown."

"Blind man, that clown is the root of everything."

"Kill him, nothing will happen."

At this time, Kibin was still thinking about the mission.

"I see."

"The game is no longer about winning, but about how to lose less."

"It's really an unfair game."

A smile with regret.

In the thick smell of blood, he could "see" a lot of things.

Fear, crowds and wailing kept amplifying this emotion. Except for some people who were crazy, most people were both pushing the emotions and being pushed by emotions.

As he said, this was an unfair duel from the beginning.

All the flying squirrels tried to do was to lose less.

But the clown...

He didn't have any malice.

A smile could see the breath in the box.

There was no tendency at all.

Unlike other breaths, whether fear or ferocity, they showed obvious kindness or malice when pointing to a certain target.

For example, when facing a warship, it was overwhelming malice.

And the soldiers on the warship were also full of the same malice towards those who couldn't get on board.

They had already put away all the rope ladders that could board the ship.

And the clown… it was like a mixture of thoughts, all his actions were unpredictable, including his purpose in creating the fog, and the sudden feeling of suffocation.

It was like a child pulling off the head of a toy doll.

It was just fun.

But the clown has one more layer of cognition than the child, but he still behaves like this. It can only mean that in the other party's cognition, although he clearly knows the consequences of his behavior, he still thinks that it is neither wrong nor evil.

This is a mental patient!

What method should be used to deal with mental patients?

Kill directly?

One of the main reasons why the clown will directly give his head is that he bets that they dare not kill him.

This is also true.

But if they don't kill, they can only struggle between losing less, like the flying squirrel, attacking the soldiers and civilians who are obviously out of control, hoping that violence can make them regain some reason.

This is not very realistic.

Use your own ability to suppress it?

But the fundamentals of the matter have not changed. Gravity can only temporarily stop the current situation. Once he is exhausted, the matter returns to the question of how much he will lose.

Maybe the clown... just wants to see them struggle like this.

Otherwise, just blow them all up...

Just blow them all up?

Yixiao's attention was only on the box and the clown's head at first, but soon he seemed to realize something.

The observation Haki spread in the air, in the weak wind and the flow of air.

As if he sensed something.

Yixiao's cane sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and he picked up a musket from the waist of a navy soldier.

The smell of gunpowder is easy to identify.

After the cane sword was sheathed, his fingers touched the barrel a few times before he found the trigger and the bolt.

"The bullet will ignite the gas!"

"Mr. Yixiao, what are you doing?!"

"If the gas explodes at this level, the whole island will be wiped out!"

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even Kibin was terrified when he saw Yixiao's behavior.

Ask yourself, he is a little selfish.

But there is no need to be so extreme, right?

Whether you lose more or less, you can still keep some, why do you plan to go all in?

Yixiao turned a deaf ear to him and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the position where the warship was just now.

The gas there was so thick that it was impossible to breathe.

Click.

The trigger was gently pulled, and the bullet rushed out of the chamber, bringing a brilliant flame when it brushed the air.

Then he smiled directly at the ball of gas he felt.

There was no sound of the bullet hitting, only the sparks caused by the friction between the bullet and the air.

And the sparks ignited the gas.

A ball of light suddenly appeared on the sea surface, crashing around with a strong shock wave.

Then, the ball of light ignited more gas.

In an instant, the explosion occurred.

The light and fire caused by the explosion of gas connected in the sky, and the extremely hot breath swallowed everyone.

"We... are not dead?"

Kibin looked up and felt that there seemed to be a burst of hot breath just now, but in the blink of an eye, there were only three bursting light balls in the sky.

Each light ball was the size of a warship.

It swallowed up some ports, towns and bases.

Between the light balls, there was a continuous light curtain.

"It seems that I won the bet."

"Well, it's considered a win."

Yixiao, who also felt the hot breath, put down the gun and smiled slightly.

Compared with the struggle in despair, the result of the all-in was much better.

Although the three light balls caused a big fire, the result was much better because everyone ran out.

More importantly, the shock wave caused by the explosion dispersed the white fog on the outside, and the light shone directly down.

This should be the morning sun.

"I think we can turn around now."

The fatal crisis left by the clown was completely resolved.