One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

The fireworks in the night sky seemed to be short-lived, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The light white mist floated up along with the surging sea water. It clung to the dark green hull of the warship, and then slowly climbed up with the surging waves.

The sound seemed to have disappeared.

Grant looked around blankly.

The panicked soldiers passed by him, and the rustling sound of the uniforms and guns rubbing against each other should have been heard, and the appearance of Vice Admiral Doberman standing on the bow deck, shouting orders...

There was no sound at all.

"Hehe..."

He did not investigate why the sound disappeared, but lowered his head and laughed sadly.

"The silent world is so good."

Grant found that he found some comfort in this world without sound.

His expression was half crying and half laughing.

He walked towards the Vice Admiral with a slightly brisk pace.

The word justice on the Admiral's cloak was extremely eye-catching.

And Grant just happened to be eager to destroy something, mess something up, and use catharsis to cover up his inner sadness at this moment.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to help himself, and would dig out his heart that was tightly grasped by a certain hand to see if it was so ridiculous...

The emotions that needed to be vented in his heart exceeded his reason.

It was as if there was a devil hidden in the mysterious spiritual world, manipulating people's emotions.

It was not out of nothing, but it magnified Grant's three or four points of hatred and dissatisfaction to the fullness of his heart.

The lieutenant general seemed to have noticed the disappearance of the sound, and his expression was particularly serious. He began to kick and gesture with his feet to let the soldiers understand his orders.

No vigilance, he was not vigilant...

Grant couldn't help but snickering, like a child who was about to complete a prank.

Such behavior seemed to bring him some kind of fun.

He leaned behind the lieutenant general.

He lowered his head.

The saber he carried with him was neatly unsheathed, but there was no sound.

The voice that roared out of Grant's throat only echoed in his own mind.

"Who allowed you to kill him!"

"Who allowed you!"

The white blade flashed, and he saw blood spurting out of the lieutenant general's body.

"Traitor!"

Doberman reacted quickly, and the moment the blade passed, he triggered the six-style iron block. Grant's knife only left another new knife mark on his back.

I just don't understand why this major, who had excellent performance and obeyed orders very well, dared to do it to me.

Then he raised his foot and kicked Grant with full force, sending him flying more than ten meters backwards, vomiting blood.

"Are you crazy, Grant!"

Doberman said this habitually with a solemn face, but after realizing that the sound disappeared, his expression became even more indifferent.

Is this the purpose of the clown?

First, he used self-explosion to confuse people, and then used such a field that could isolate sound...

His eyes swept over the confused sergeants.

Some of them seemed to have suddenly understood a certain truth, with sad faces, and some cowardly ones even jumped into the sea.

Those who were already angry became even more angry.

They actually turned the gun barrels around and fired at the friendly warships beside them!

Since the clown's self-explosion, everyone's emotions were filled with a kind of madness...

Doberman began to understand why CP agents called it demon pollution and clown virus.

He was eroding people's spiritual world.

All the parts of the clown must be found and thrown into the sea!

Doberman immediately thought of the most direct way to deal with it.

Grant, who was lying on the deck and twitching, forced a smile on his face. Such pain seemed to soothe his inner pain.

"It's so comfortable..."

Doberman was not sure what his major was saying, but such a smile made him feel sick.

Just like that clown.

Kill him!

A murderous thought sprouted in his heart.

The rough hands grasped the familiar hilt, and then released it. Dauberman's face, which was covered with knife marks and sword scars, actually showed some hesitation.

The executioner who was used to killing actually doubted killing.

This is not me!

He remembered the clown standing on the observation deck, and the cheerful expression when he greeted him...

Kill!

The knife light passed through him, which was far beyond Grant's reaction.

Blood spurted out, and he just chuckled twice, as if he got some kind of satisfaction.

"Let's go crazy together."

Dauberman, who was waving the knife, read his words from his mouth shape, but felt a strong shock.

This can't go on...

He ignored the soldiers on his warship, but wanted to contact the generals of other warships.

But then, the warship under Dauberman suddenly shook, and a fire burst out from the hull on one side.

A warship fired at him? !

On the warship next to him, a dashing beauty with long pink hair was staring at him with a vicious look.

Doberman soon figured out the reason.

His warship fired at the other side.

She also saw that she killed Grant...

He was a major after all.

But the other side was the first to attack.

Doberman was about to explain a few words, but his expression suddenly froze.

The sound was blocked.

The unknown person with the ability must have blocked the sound of these warships!

He wants us all to be trapped on an island!

He couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart, and Dauberman realized that in the environment without sound, they had become independent islands, trapped in inevitable suspicion.

For the first time, Dauberman felt this fear as if he was falling into an ice cellar.

Obviously, the clown didn't swing a knife at him, and he hadn't even had any contact with the clown!

Obviously, the clown looked weak.

But he just pushed himself into this dilemma through fireworks.

Find him!

Only by finding the clown can we stop all this!

Clown!

Dauberman's eyes were angry, and his observation Haki was pushed to the extreme. The crazy emotions of all the soldiers on the warship were shrouded by him.

His figure shuttled up and down the warship like a ghost.

Malice!

He was looking for the biggest malice among them.

Lieutenant Colonel Barto, the way he looked at him was very wrong!

Lieutenant Killitjo, the resentment in his heart could not be hidden at all!

Chef Marcelino, the curry he made is not tasty at all!

The thought of killing filled Doberman's heart. He even forgot what his original idea was. He just wanted to keep killing until he no longer felt that fear.

It seemed that a crazy laugh was echoing in his mind.

On this silent warship.

It was extremely harsh.

"Report from Hina, report from Hina!"

"Mr. Doberman has been corrupted by the clown. He is slaughtering navy soldiers like crazy!"

"Hina must stop him immediately!"

On the warship that was also billowing black smoke, Hina loosened the collar of her rose-red suit.

The voice was particularly crisp.