One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

New world.

On the Red Force ship, several pirates were busy.

"Captain, Captain!"

"The clown is out again!"

The pirates were holding the latest newspaper, which used nearly half of its page to display the Joker's declaration of world government in Mariejoia.

I also selected a photo of Bucky in front of the camera with cold eyes and a sly smile and placed it in the upper left corner.

"This guy..." Shanks sat on the barrel, crossed his legs, took the newspaper and read it for a while before shaking his head, "It's getting more and more serious."

"Maybe it will become our last competitor."

"well!"

"Didn't the clown go to the Holy Land? Why would he become our competitor?"

"Hey, hey! If you are so childish, don't call yourself my companion in the future."

The one who made the noise was Chef Lachie Lu, whose chin was sticking out three or four times when he was joking.

"We have also been to Marineland. Why don't we keep moving forward? Pirates, pirates, how can we not yearn for the great secret treasure?"

"Maybe the clown went to the Holy Land because the Celestial Dragons collected a piece of red historical text."

Hearing the chef's words, Shanks suddenly felt relieved again, "Hahaha, it is indeed possible. That guy will never give up on his dream."

He had an unremarkable smile, and wore colorful cropped trousers and a baggy white shirt, giving him the air of a ruffian.

"The clown and the boss are both trainee crew members on the Pirate King's ship!"

"That would be interesting, a peak showdown between two trainee crew members!"

"Hey, Rampal, will you be so good in the future?"

The companions all started to tease him.

The man named Rampal was a trainee crew member on the ship. He was about fourteen years old. He smiled shyly when he heard the chef's teasing.

Among the laughter, only Shanks's expression calmed down slightly, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking secretly.

Luffy... he needs to grow up quickly.

"Boss, boss!"

The pirate who first took out the newspaper stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Shanks to call his attention back.

"Boss, do we want to intervene in this war?"

"Let both the clowns and the Draconians give us a face!"

"Don't say childish words." Captain Beckman walked out of the cabin, holding a cigarette in his hand, "We are not saints."

"What about last time..."

The pirate murmured unwillingly.

He only joined the red-haired pirates because of the mediation of Top Battle Haki, so he naturally wanted to see the same side again.

Last time it was Marinevando, this time it's Marie Joa.

They both start with horse, so there shouldn't be much difference, right?

"Last time it was because of Whitebeard's ability."

Shanks didn't hide it, shook his legs twice and said, "A man who can destroy the world is not kidding."

"The balance of this sea is very fragile. Moreover, if the world is destroyed, our trip will be unsustainable."

As he spoke, he stood up again and could already see the outline of a small island in the distance.

Shanks lowered his head and smiled softly.

"That guy Bucky is not capable of doing such a thing. The one who has a headache is the Five Old Stars, and it has nothing to do with us."

"If I have to say it, Zefa is more troublesome than that guy."

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"Teacher Zefa, we have found the coating craftsman!"

FOOD…Island.

Ain jogged from the direction of the town to the port.

The port here is very special, as if a basin of cold water was poured on it during the sudden prosperity, leaving half-burned ashes piled together.

Well, the clown did it.

Not long after Bucky rose to prominence, and before the news of the Battle of the Mist had spread, countless bounty hunters and pirates put on a show here for the Joker for a bounty of three billion.

The result of the performance is that under the slightly westward sun, the sea surface is as bright as red clouds.

When the water surged, many shipwrecks were pushed onto the beach.

On the beach, there were more and more dilapidated shipwrecks and dead bones, as if they had been ravaged by some large creature.

It is now a nest for seabirds.

Zefa was at the edge of one of the nests, crossing his legs and watching the time slip by before his eyes.

This is already a seventy-four-year-old man.

Every time he saw this scene, Ain would feel a bit of unspeakable sorrow in his heart.

Although he was already in his twilight years, he still held on to his strength and led them all the way to the island.

It's a pity that my ability is of no use to a strong person like the teacher...

"Teacher." Standing in front of Zefa, Ain put away his weak look again, "The coating craftsman at the port said that the entire coating time will take at least five days."

"And he also gave us a few warnings."

"Well, what did you say?"

There was no contempt in Zefa's eyes. When it came to diving, he was definitely not as familiar with these craftsmen who had been coating here all year round.

"The bottom of the sea has become chaotic, and the ocean currents passing directly under the Red Earth Continent have become very anxious. In the past, either no ships were coming, or only pirate ships were coming safely through the chasm."

"It's different now."

"Ships often float up, but nine out of ten boats that float up are wrecks left after being ravaged by the current."

"The luckiest one is also in tatters."

"The coating is no longer safe."

Ain faithfully recounted the coating craftsman's original words.

After that, he talked about the information he had collected.

"Teacher, what is certain is that these changes are related to the destroyed Fishman Island in the bottom of the sea."

"This is not unexpected."

Zefa wore a pair of cat-eye sunglasses, and half of his purple hair turned gray.

"The location of that island is too critical, especially after I learned some future situations from Vegapunk."

Zefa chuckled a few times, his eyes flew away along the sea breeze, and I don't know what he was looking at.

"I'm sorry, Ian, in the end I still couldn't kill Whitebeard II completely."

"This can't be blamed on the teacher!"

Ian frowned, "It's because Binz and I are not strong enough, and we can't keep them."

After getting the murder medicine, Zefa did a lot of things.

The first one was revenge.

Zefa was half buried in the ground, and if he didn't take revenge for the training ship, he would really take regret to the coffin.

It's a pity that Whitebeard II's mother was very cunning and let the two run away.

Of course, this may also be due to Zefa's own lack of endurance. Once the effect of the murderous drug wore off, his breath was almost unstable.

"And teacher, we have obtained enough power rocks as planned."

"We can really transform this world!"

Hearing this, Zefa also became energetic. He dragged his remaining body and wanted to do only two things.

"Hehe, five days... I hope that kid Borsalino won't catch up so quickly. We can make more preparations."

"Maybe we should make second-hand preparations." Ian had a grateful smile on his face. It was not easy to be chased by the admiral of the navy.

"Don't we have an ally? He should be interested in such things."

Ian remembered the Joker's recent live broadcast, which was at dusk yesterday. I wonder how Marijoa is now?

...

"Cresswell Saint, this is my name."

"Don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything!"

Cresswell, the Celestial Dragon who was held hostage by Buggy, begged in an extremely humble tone.

There was no trace of the arrogance of the Celestial Dragons over others.

Cresswell Saint thought that his admission of weakness at this time was very reasonable.

The previous arrogance was because no one had ever dared to offend the dignity of the Celestial Dragons, and no matter right or wrong, no one had ever heard of the Celestial Dragons being killed.

But everything was different after the appearance of the Joker.

The Celestial Dragons really died.

It was still an extremely cowardly death, being hacked to death by inferior untouchables one by one in front of the whole world, which was more difficult for these Celestial Dragons to accept than dying at the hands of the Joker.

"Well, next you can tell me, what methods did those hypocritical navy use to make you perform the previous series of... very funny performances?"

"To be honest, you might be able to find a job in the circus, I have experience in this."

Bucky folded his arms, not in a hurry.

The work of sweeping the streets must last at least until nightfall.

Nightfall is not the end, but the beginning of another round of large-scale searches.

A large number of navy and CP organizations swept over Mary Joa again and again like a fishing net, with a sense of dread that they would not stop until the Joker was caught.

With so many people, it was no problem for Buggy to disappear halfway, after all, he was also a small captain, responsible for searching for his own traces near the Tianlong Gate.

Well, searching for himself.

It was really interesting.

At his signal, Cresswell Saint began to tell his tragic experience.

He was originally a member of the Tianlong family who was harmonious and could ride slaves to go out and come in. Once he met the Joker...

His family and slaves were gone.

The big explosion took away the lives of many Tianlong people.

Only Cresswell Saint himself was left.

The descendant of one of the twenty kings was left with only himself!

When the Five Elders were selecting people, they saw that this one was good!

No worries, no one would have any objections even if he died.

A perfect innate nest-making holy body!

When Cresswell Saint was telling the story, his eyes looking at the Joker were full of resentment.

Bucky doesn't indulge him.

He stretched his arms and legs and beat up the Celestial Dragon first.

Then he pulled up his collar, "Okay, now you can tell me who caused you such a bad day?"

"Is it me?"

Cresswell Saint wanted to nod, but shook his head hurriedly.

Pain, and afraid of death.

"Then it's very simple."

"You didn't do anything wrong, you didn't even do anything." Bucky's tone softened, and he found support for Cresswell Saint.

When people are in pain, they always have to find a reason to attribute it.

Oneself, someone, or fate.

Just like when the internal contradictions of an empire cannot be suppressed, it is necessary to find an external enemy in time to transfer the contradiction.

The same is true for Cresswell Saint.

His pain, pain and sorrow are intertwined. He wants to blame the clown, but is afraid of being beaten, so he can only find another object of hatred to attribute it.

It can't be his own problem, right?

Impossible!

"It was Im and her five elders."

Baki said patiently, "They are the ones who caused your tragic fate."

"They saw your weakness and wanted to take advantage of you. They saw that this operation was bound to fail, so they pushed you out again."

"They actually want you to die in my hands."

"But we... we can't let them do that."

Bucky patted Cresswell Saint's shoulder, looked over his pig-like face, and saw the change in his eyes.

Well, if he can't change himself, he will have to take some direct measures.

It seems unnecessary.

"What should I do?" Cresswell Saint sobbed, and the pain in his heart found an outlet, rushed out of the gate and formed hatred.

There is one very important point in this.

It lies in Cresswell Saint's own judgment. He thinks that what the clown said is true, without a single falsehood.

He is afraid of the clown, and hates those who pushed him out.

"Don't worry, we still have a good show to watch."

Bucky asked about Cresswell Saint's family manor.

In the new district, he went to sweep around and did two things.

One is to plant a bomb on Cresswell Saint.

The second is to brush up the proficiency of the Childlike Fruit on CP agents and the navy.

But just after he left Cresswell Saint at his home, this guy confessed another thing.

About the devil fruit.

The Celestial Dragons have the most devil fruits in the world, so many that they can let slaves eat them for fun, but except for the Five Elders, no Celestial Dragon has a special ability.

It is even difficult to say whether the form of the Five Elders is the ability of the fruit.

Why?

The Celestial Dragons look down on the ability of the devil fruit?

Or do they collectively love swimming?

Cresswell Saint also has a vague understanding.

He only knows that the Celestial Dragons do not eat devil fruits to avoid the curse of the sea.

It is said to be related to the national treasure they control.

Buggy dislikes the Riddler the most.

He beat him up again on the spot.

Cresswell Saint's resentment towards the Five Elders doubled again.

Especially at night when no one was around, he remembered that his experience was deliberately arranged by the Five Elders because he saw that he was alone, and he hated him even more.

Damn the Five Elders!

Buggy was quiet for another three days.

This was not an easy task for him, but fortunately he could see the excitement in Pangu City every day.

The time bombs were detonated step by step.

There would be no bombs after today.

But there were still nine days before the half-month deadline.

The strategic determination of Im and the Five Elders was still very good, and they had not wavered until now.

Instead, the Celestial Dragons were more shaken.

They were not instigated like Creswell Saint. In these three days, Buggy also captured two Celestial Dragons who came out of Pangu City.

Throw them away with Creswell Saint.

The Navy and the Five Elders were also confused now.

There were constant time bombs in Pangu City, and Navy and agents kept disappearing outside the city... Where was this Joker hiding?

But he would not be confused soon.

Buggy's Childlike Fruit was finally fully proficient.

It also made up for the gap between him and the original ability.

The ability to make people forget.

No one asked where the missing soldiers and agents had gone, as if he had always been a one-man team.

"The next step is the Tremor-Tremor Fruit..."

"Well, how do we do it?"

Baki folded his hands and squinted at Pangu City not far away.

This is a cage.