One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

"Our garrison area is the new district, between the manors of Saint Purming and Saint Hamalainen."

T. Pengen is a very responsible navy. After reporting to his superiors, he led a group of people to the garrison area.

During the march, he took a deep breath again, "Remember, no matter what happens in the manor... it is not our responsibility."

This is clearly explained by the superiors. The Celestial Dragons enjoy immunity from all laws.

T. Pengen felt that he was mentally prepared.

The area in charge is not small, and Mary Geoise is so empty.

T. Pengen thought for a while and decided to split into two teams to patrol, so that there would not be complaints.

As soon as he said his idea, he saw Baki took the initiative to stand up.

"Let me lead the other team."

This is actually not appropriate.

T. Pengen looked at several majors in the team. Taking care is taking care, but leading the team is a little different... Will they listen?

To his surprise, the eyes of several officers were particularly obedient.

How did he do it?

Could it be that Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel also greeted him?

T Penn didn't quite understand, but he followed his advice.

He waved his hand, "Yaro, take a team to patrol near the estate of Saint Pulminger. Although it's not the time for the World Conference yet... be careful."

T Penn was also stationed in Mary Geoise for the first time, and he knew only a little about the situation here. Fortunately, he has always had good relationships with people, and he gained a lot of practical experience with a few greetings.

He said to Buggy, "Don't rush forward when you meet suspicious people. If the Celestial Dragons say something to you, just answer them."

"Don't ask too much about what they do."

"No problem."

"To be honest, this is actually my second time in Mary Geoise."

Buggy looked frank.

"That's even better!"

T Penn was immediately relieved. For a place like the Holy Land, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel should have also made special instructions. No wonder he told himself that if he really had any questions, he could ask this sergeant!

He probably has extraordinary knowledge.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon now." He took out a pocket watch from his bosom. They set out from the G1 base in the morning. After arriving at the Holy Land, they reported to their superiors, established their base, and had a meal. It was already afternoon when they finished all the work.

"Gather at this place when the sun sets."

"On the first day of patrol, just get familiar with the terrain."

"Understood."

T. Pengen was not harsh on his subordinates. He led them in front and walked towards another manor. When they left the bluestone road and stepped on the soil, they could see something buried in the soil.

This half separated from Pangu City was the half that was blown up by Buggy.

Even the bluestone road was newly paved.

The stone slabs were not as big as the ones he saw last time.

"Let's go too."

Buggy turned sideways and smiled at the soldiers and officers behind him.

Fortunately, the navy not only recognizes military rank, but also strength.

When T. Pengen went to report, he had already let these navy know who had the bigger fist, so they were so obedient just now.

A team of about 40 people saluted Buggy in unison.

In addition to the Celestial Dragons' Knights of God, there are three main organizations in Marijoa. The first one is the Hounds in the Celestial Dragons' hands, the CP organization.

The second is the navy guarding the gate. The will of this part is at a different level.

The other is the city guards who have little presence.

They mainly serve as background boards.

Maybe they can do something with the tall walls outside Marijoa?

Buggy is not sure. He only remembers that in the original plot, the Revolutionary Army had almost no trouble sneaking in.

Sabo even went straight to the throne of Im.

The security of the holy land can be seen.

But it is still a little different now.

After being bombed by Buggy once, the living areas between the Celestial Dragons are farther apart, as if to prevent them from being wiped out in one fell swoop.

But it is also more convenient for Buggy to operate.

"Remember what the brigadier general said just now?"

After walking for a while, Bucky could already see the newly built manor. The agents in black suits glanced at them with vigilant eyes from time to time.

"Remember, don't meddle in other people's business..."

The subordinate nodded, and Bucky glanced at his shoulder straps. He was a major named Nathan Jones, with thick braids of hair.

"I understand."

"You guys go around by yourself, remember, don't ask too many questions."

Bucky's eyes were a bit teasing, and considering that he had just been bullied by this look not long ago, Nathan Jones shuddered immediately.

Nodding repeatedly, "I understand, you have been with us all the time!"

Bucky didn't want to be exposed so quickly.

It was like playing hide-and-seek, and he wanted to see the kind of anxiety that the other party couldn't find no matter what.

But he had to let the old guys in Pangu City know first.

He walked towards the manor alone.

He didn't go through the main gate, but went through the low wall on the side.

The upper body floats over, and the lower body flips over by itself.

Silence is the basic characteristic of ghosts.

There are about thirty agents walking back and forth on the green land of the manor. After a while, they become dull toys.

"This is a good place to brush up your proficiency."

The threshold for two-color domineering is still quite high. If you can do both, you will start as a major general in the navy. These agents naturally don't have such luxurious configurations.

Maybe the agents in charge of Pangu City have it?

Baki gave them a contract to be a gatekeeper, and then walked towards the Dabieye of the Celestial Dragons.

Perhaps because it was newly built, the villa looked bright and clean, without the half-old smell of the castles that Buggy had seen before.

It smelled more like a nouveau riche.

He saw several slaves with collars trying to clean every speck of dust on the floor, working so hard that they didn't even dare to look up when Buggy walked past.

Their bodies were trembling, but their hands were working hard to wipe the floor.

Buggy lifted the chin of a slave, and the female slave stared at the floor, as if there was some treasure there.

"Nothing new."

This woman was actually no different from the toys he had conjured up.

He was complaining about these Celestial Dragons.

The first floor of Dabieye was empty, with only a few maids repeatedly wiping the bright and clean floor. Buggy saw that their kneecaps were rubbed bloody.

It seems that the Celestial Dragons living here should be on the second floor.

Bucky had no intention of liberating slaves. Unlike the slaves he had seen before, the slaves he saw now were fully domesticated.

They didn't even have the courage to raise their heads.

Only the trembling backs told of the terrible "lessons" they had faced.

The handrails of the stairs were made of unknown solid wood, inlaid with complex gold threads.

Bucky tapped on the handrails with his fingers a few times and heard a muffled echo.

The people above didn't seem to notice it yet.

After all, Bucky broke in too quickly, and the people who saw him turned into toys before they could react, and the maids on the first floor didn't even have the courage to raise their heads to look at him.

But after reaching the second floor, Bucky's eyes suddenly lit up again.

A clown!

To be precise, it was a man wearing a clown mask, a collar around his neck, a naked upper body, and a wooden knife in his hand.

"Come on! Devil!"

"You will die today at the hands of Master Purminger's sword!"

The Saint Purminger, who was facing the clown, wore a white robe of the Celestial Dragons, which was stained with blood.

He held the chain connected to the collar in one hand, and held an extremely gorgeous long sword in the other hand, with a blue gem embedded in the blade.

Saint Purminger pulled, and the clown staggered two steps, and then picked up the knife and swept a few times.

Gnashing his teeth, as if he was a beast struggling desperately in a trap.

Saint Purminger used a one-meter-long knife to pick it up as if it was a child's play, and easily cut off the small wooden sword in the clown's hand.

Then he raised it high and chopped it straight!

Bright red blood spurted out.

The clown's arm was cut off neatly by the long sword.

The small wooden sword fell, and the clown knelt on the ground, opening his mouth as if he was howling in pain, but no sound came out.

He was a mute.

"Is this all you can do, clown!"

"Show your arrogant attitude! When your bomb blew up my family's manor, did you ever think about today!"

"You must endure a hundred times the pain!"

"I have trained slaves for five years, but now they are all gone!"

Pulminger Saint was very immersed in it, and pretended to jump back a few steps, as if he was afraid of the clown's counterattack.

But when he jumped back, the chain in his hand also moved, and the clown was dragged to the floor.

It was covered with blood.

Some were left over from the past, and some were newly added.

"Humph!"

"It's just a clown."

Pulminger Saint got unspeakable satisfaction from the clown's silent screams, as if he had really killed the clown with a knife.

He exerted force on his hands and dragged the chain.

He pulled the clown in front of him and raised his foot to step on him.

But a hand held it.

"Navy?"

"Who allowed you to come in!?"

Pulminger Saint was confused at first, but after seeing the uniform on Buggy, he immediately became arrogant.

Without even waiting for Buggy to answer, he stabbed straight at him with the long knife in his hand.

"Compared to this, I think another question is more important."

The long knife pierced through Buggy's heart, and he looked calm, "We have to make the duel fairer. Do you know what fairness means?"

Pulminger Saint frowned. He really didn't know much about this word.

But the navy in front of him was very strange.

The long knife pierced his body, but no blood flowed out.

"Fairness is fun. I promise that the next game will be fun!"

Bucky curled his lips and took off the mask on the slave's face. The mask had no holes for the eyes.

The Celestial Dragons were fighting against the dumb and blind clown.

The clown's eyes were full of painful bloodshot, and the wounds on his body were far more than just the left hand.

"What do you think of fairness?"

Bucky chuckled and split the collar around his neck.

The clown took a breath. The collar was a size smaller than his neck. After being bound for a long time, it was stuck in the flesh.

Even if he opened it with a key, it would tear the flesh.

But it was nothing in front of Bucky's splitting ability.

"Hey! Slaves who untie the collar will be executed immediately in the Holy Land!"

Pulminger's expression changed slightly, and he secretly took a few steps back.

This navy is not right.

Some bad memories began to surge.

"You are about to die, but there is still a choice. Are you interested in a second round?"

This clown bled too much and Bucky couldn't save him, but he was more willing to give the other person a chance to choose how to die than this.

"Or I'll fight for you, as long as you ask."

The clown raised his head and said a few words.

He didn't understand this navy's behavior.

"Because clowns help clowns."

Bucky grinned broadly.

The clown also laughed, with tears in his eyes.

He propped up his body with one hand. He had a rather strong body with well-defined muscles, but most of them were covered in blood.

Bucky gave him a knife with a cold light.

There was a clang.

As Saint Pluminger retreated, he encountered a vase, which fell to the floor and broke into dozens of pieces.

His face also turned pale.

Shouting outside.

"No. 7! No. 8!"

"Quick, there's an intruder!"

The agents didn't respond at all. They faithfully fulfilled the clown's contract and patrolled back and forth in front of the door with their bodies built of blocks.

The maid on the first floor suddenly stopped mopping the floor.

Some people wanted to raise their heads, but their necks that had been hanging down for a long time had long been deformed, so they could only lift them up with their backs and look up the stairs to the second floor.

"What did you do, Marine?!"

Priming's voice trembled, and the lack of any response from the manor made him panic.

"I said it."

Bucky spread his hands, "Hehehehe, how about a fair duel?"

Purming is not stupid, he doesn't care about the duel, he just wants to run along the stairs.

Unexpectedly, Bucky appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, raised his foot and kicked him directly.

Holy Priminger rolled around twice, and when he raised his head, he saw the "Joker" standing in front of him again.

The blood all over his body was drying up and adding to it, his breathing was as heavy as a cow, and the two eyes he could finally see were shining brightly.

"Hey...hehe!"

"Joker" grinned twice.

Came with heavy steps.

Saint Pulminger hurriedly picked up the long knife and said, "Don't come over! I told you not to come over!"

He waved his knife wildly, his panic look no different from the clown's before.

The "Joker"'s pace suddenly accelerated a lot, as if he felt that his body and consciousness were about to lose contact.

I saw him holding the knife with his backhand, touching the long knife that he was swinging randomly, and then directly jamming the long knife blade with the blade of the knife.

With a backhand twist and a forehand twist, Priming's delicate hands were freed from the handle of the knife.

The blade turned in a circle, facing inward, and was pressed away by the "Joker" with the knife.

Lord Purming tried to grab the handle of the knife again, but the blade cut into his neck earlier.

"Uh...uh..."

He whimpered a few times, and all the air he inhaled leaked out from the break in his neck.

"Joker" didn't seem to want to kill him like this.

After scattering the long knife, he tore off a corner of Purminger's holy robe and stuffed it into the incision on his neck.

"Hey...hey hey hey!"

The "Joker" looked at the dying Prime Saint, his expression was extremely bright, and he let out harsh laughter from his dry throat.

He used a knife to dismember Pulminga Saint piece by piece.