One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

Blood.

Slowly filling the iron-gray deck.

Arne couldn't help but shudder.

He wasn't some rookie pirate.

He had burned towns and plundered merchant ships with the previous captain!

When he went out to sea, he threw his conscience into the sea to feed the sea kings. They were thieves, and burning, killing, robbing, and plundering were all common things!

If they didn't rob others, others would rob them!

But he couldn't help but feel terrified by the bloody way in front of him.

When he tore open the wound, took out the knife inside, and threw it to the clown who looked a little funny...

...

...

"I'm so sorry."

Baki turned his head and casually lifted his hair, "I was so happy that I couldn't help it."

"What's that sentence? Yes, I love peace."

He casually put the knife into his waist and ignored the rotten meat behind him.

It seemed to be called... Puppy Musa, and he really talked a lot.

It hurt his eyes.

He picked up the other hand that fell on the ground.

Of course, there is a price to pay for breaking free from the seastone handcuffs for Devil Fruit users.

He sawed off his hands.

As long as he didn't touch the seastone handcuffs, Buggy's immortality would naturally return.

Then he just had to reattach the sawed-off hands.

"The Split Fruit, it's really interesting."

He licked his lips, and the broken parts of his arm and palm touched each other, and they were put together like building blocks.

Before he tried it, he didn't know if it would work.

The original Buggy didn't have the courage to try this.

But Jack, who came out of Arkham Asylum, has a lot of courage.

Ah, I hope his dear attending doctor and those lovely patients will not regret his departure.

Especially, that cute little bat!

He has more fun now!

"Devil Fruit... Should I try another one? I heard that if I eat the second one, I will explode and die. But I can already explode myself, how else can I explode?"

"Or, feed it to other ability users to try."

"Yes, yes, this is called an experiment."

Baki thought about the various interesting things in his memory, his eyes became brighter, and his hair that was originally tied up fell down, matching his weird face.

It's the clown that the good people in Gotham City will never mistake... a madman!

"Baggi... Lord Baki."

In addition to the bad shortcomings of pirates, Arne also has the advantages of pirates, such as quickly recognizing his position in a ship.

Of course, the situation in front of him was not what he could have expected.

The reason why he gave the knife to Buggy before was that he thought that the other party was just a pirate with a bounty of 15 million Baileys, and he should not be too cruel...

md, did the navy use their brains when setting the bounty!

This level of cruelty, a pirate with hundreds of millions of dollars is no more than this, right? !

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"I feel much better now."

He saw Buggy wave his hands, split his body into pieces, and then calmly walked out of the cage of the evil dog Musa.

The curse of the sea, the power of the devil fruit.

It should be a superhuman system.

After all, he is a pirate on the Grand Line, Arne is not so ignorant.

"Your hand...?"

Baki's two hands are full of his own thoughts.

One uses the index finger, middle finger and ring finger to alternately exert force to climb towards the upper cabin.

The other palm floats up by itself and explores the depths of the cabin on the deck where they are currently located.

The three of them together are not even 100 million berries of pirates, so they are not so bold as to ask the navy to use a warship to escort them.

It takes a whole floor of pirates to be enough.

Dozens?

Or hundreds?

Baki doesn't remember, but he only remembers that it took more than two hours from the time he was loaded into the cabin to the time the ship began to sway.

In addition, the feeling of operating three separate parts of the body at the same time was surprisingly simple.

Maybe it was because he had three brains now.

The original Bucky did not have such smooth control ability.

"Busy, all busy." He shook his head, and the remaining torso was like an old widow left behind, "Be busy."

No matter how you look at it, he looks like a mental patient!

...

Outside the cabin.

The sea surface was dark.

Only the dark green camouflage warships pushed out circles of ripples with milky white scales.

It was late at night.

But as a naval officer on the escort ship, Sergeant Jacques still did not slack off.

With several privates patrolling back and forth in front of the ship, the footsteps of the leather boots were gentle and had enough presence.

Softness was to avoid disturbing the rest of the superiors, and presence was to make Commodore Brownie, who occasionally got up at night, realize that outside the warm cabin, the loyal Sergeant Jacques was trying his best to perform his duties.

Sergeant Jacques's pace slowed down when he was a little further away from the officer's lounge.

He lit a cigarette.

"It will take about an hour to reach the Gate of Justice. Everyone, please work hard. We won't have to patrol hard after we enter the gate."

He patted a private on the shoulder and made sure that nothing unusual was found throughout the night.

What Sergeant Jacques didn't know was that when he turned his head, a not very clean but diligent little hand quickly passed by him.

If you look more closely, you will see a dripping eye and ear on this hand.

Not long after.

The diligent little hands brought back more and more things to Bucky.

Gunpowder, swords, guns, navigation charts, keys, and an officer's diary...

This person is not serious.

He flipped through it casually.

The records in the diary are trivial and detailed. Bharara contains a lot of the officer's various thoughts and daily matters, as well as a lot of complaints about his current job...

Quite boring.

Bucky took it seriously.

It can help him understand the real side of the world better.

As for the navigation charts, he also flipped through them.

kindness…

can't read.

The clowns in Gotham City have high IQs and high levels of education. College students who work part-time as clowns dare not say they have high IQs, but they still have the quality of higher education.

But this does not mean that they can immediately understand the professional charts of another world.

Especially those drawn by the Navy, which has its own set of standard nautical charts.

As for the original Bucky...

He is good at reading various Riddler-type nautical charts, but he is easily blinded when he sees the Navy's professional version.

There are too many notes!

"I can read navigation charts, Lord Bucky!"

Arne seized the opportunity and spoke quickly.

His hands were shackled but no one had helped him untie them.

Although the nautical charts of the Great Line are as homework as the reference answers at the end of some test books.

He skipped everything you wanted to see.

However, it is still good to understand the situation around each island.

"very good."

"It seems that I already have a candidate to be the navigator on my future pirate ship."

Baki Jie smiled and drew a piece of cake.

"Yes Yes!"

Arne looked excited. This was not a lie. It also mattered what kind of boss he was with.

Like his previous captain, who was said to have a bounty of 70 million beli, but ended up being in the hands of an able-bodied navy who didn't even get through three rounds.

"Next..."

Bucky raised his arm and called the busy Xiaoyou back. Xiaozuo had more important things to be busy with.

He picked out a brand-new pistol from the sack of sundries in front of him, stuck his fingers in the gun buckle, and turned it around a few times.

Then he took it and fired three shots at Arne's cage.

Three shots were accurate, two shot in handcuffs and one shot in the iron cage.

The gunshots roared, and the bullets and iron fragments collided with each other.

Arne held his sore wrist, but suddenly felt extremely frightened in his heart, "Are you crazy? We are still on the warship?!"

The navy is a little stupid, but they are not deaf!

"Wow, your guess is really accurate."

Bucky grinned and complimented him.

Aren't those who came out of Arkham Asylum a lunatic?

"So next, we don't have much time left to choose the crew."

He casually threw the sack to Arne.

Humming an unknown melody on his own lips, he walked toward the depths of the cabin with steps that he didn't recognize.

"Crazy, crazy crazy!"

Arne was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but he still followed quickly with the sack in hand.