The Laughing Clown in Pirate

The day before yesterday, Ivankov reported to Long, the leader of the revolutionary army, the news that the Joker had successfully obtained the blueprint of the ancient weapon "Pluto".

Long, the leader of the revolutionary army, was ecstatic about the news and asked Ivankov to cooperate with the clown's work.

Ivankov felt uneasy because the clown did not take the initiative to inform the leader of the revolutionary army, Long, after acquiring the ancient weapon "Pluto".

This is the news he sent to Long privately.

The latest revolutionary program of the revolutionary army has been released, but the person who wrote the original version of the program is not a member of the revolutionary team.

This man did not devote himself to the revolution, but every time he planned a plan, the effect he achieved was much greater than that of any revolutionary army.

This is a very ridiculous and terrible thing.

Ivankov could feel that hatred was brewing in that man's heart... a sea of ​​misery. What kind of terrible waves would it cause when the hatred roared out?

In the waters of Shampoo Islands, in the deep sea 523 meters below the water level, the sound of rustling waves turns into the sound of gurgling water.

Outside the window of the submarine, bright yellow tropical fish swam among the red corals, which drew Ivankov away from his thoughts.

Ivankov has never been to Fish-Man Island, and he has no experience of deep-sea diving after eating the Devil Fruit.

"It's so beautiful!" Ivankov exclaimed when he saw such beautiful scenery for the first time.

"Yes, no matter how many times you see such a beautiful scenery, you will never get tired of it!" Beside him, a tall and fat fishman said with his chest in his arms.

"Despite such beautiful scenery, do the fishmen still yearn for the flowers and breeze on the land?" Ivankov grinned and looked sideways at the hornfish fishmen beside him.

The horned fish-man, on the other hand, has his arms crossed and his head held high.

"Fishmen, no! It should be said that they are humans. They are always greedy."

"The reason why we yearn for the land may be just because we can breathe on the earth!"

"And because we can breathe on the earth, how can we not think that these flowers and wind are not given to us by the Creator?"

"No one can take away the freedom of fishmen to breathe air on land!"

"Just like no one can take away a human's freedom!" At the end of Tom the fishman's words, Ivankov added with a smile.

This made Tom laugh.

"You are indeed all outstanding men!"

But behind the two people chatting enthusiastically, the mood of the boatmen with shackled hands and feet was not so beautiful.

"Hell no one can take away human freedom. Aren't you just taking away my freedom?"

"How hypocritical!"

The boatman squatting on the ground cursed secretly that although the submarine was advanced and adopted technology that he could only dream of, the space was small and it was packed with 50 boatmen.

They are shipwrights on the Chambord Islands, relying on their own craftsmanship to coat pirate ships and large merchant ships.

But one day, things changed in the Chambord Islands. Those officials felt that the coating business that was not registered in their books was illegal and dirty.

But they have to eat. The coating and repair business of regular large merchant ships is monopolized by large shipyards. They can't survive without the business of coating pirate ships.

In short, they have restrained themselves a bit and are not as aboveboard as before, but do it secretly. Anyway, the coating is done underwater!

But the navy formed a stupid, hateful storm picket and put these hard-working people who relied on their own crafts into prison.

He was caught secretly coating a pirate ship on a stormy night... He went to the water to replace the air bottle, and as soon as he showed up, a dozen guns were pointed at him!

It was a storm with painful raindrops. He thought that these righteous hunting dogs would not go to work in such bad weather.

He heard that their monthly salary was not as much as what he earned from doing a single illegal coating job. He really couldn't figure out what they were doing!

After being arrested, he was tried by world government officials on the charge of illegally coating pirates, and spent several days in a cold and damp dungeon without enough to eat.

Then somehow, they fell into the hands of the Celestial Dragons and had to work for the Celestial Dragons.

Just when the boatman was confused and worried about his fate, the steel submarine shook violently.

Something was hitting the steel submarine, making a ringing sound, and occasionally making a few thumping sounds.

"Enemy attack! We are under attack!" the submarine's observer shouted.

The boatman looked out the window and saw a great white shark man holding a fork swimming by!

"Brother Moblan, this iron shell is so hard!" Hody Jones knocked on the hull of the submarine with his trident, making a clanking sound.

"It's like opening a can of fish!"

The body of the boat made of alloy by the world's number one boatman is naturally very strong and cannot be broken by the murlocs using various weapons.

Moblan used his double blades to cut at the solid hull of the boat, but did not leave a single trace.

"If you can't open it directly, use other methods to force it to stop!" Moblan yelled, inserting his double blades into his waistband.

"Everyone, come to port with me!"

Following Moblan's order, all the members of the Murloc guerrillas put away their weapons and swam quickly to the port side of the submarine. They are the darlings of the sea and have extremely fast speeds in the water.

Inside the submarine, the sound of weapons banging has faded away, and the fishman's figure has disappeared from the window.

"Have they retreated?" Ivankov said to himself. He is very strong, but in the deep sea, his Devil Fruit ability user is useless!

"Hahaha, every fishman is loud and will not retreat so easily!" Tom, the boatman with his arms crossed, laughed.

"The direction of the ship is uncontrollable, sir!" At this moment, the revolutionary army holding the rudder shouted that the ship was turning to the right uncontrollably!

"Watch out! We're crashing into a coral reef!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire submarine plunged into the reef, and the huge inertia caused the boatmen and revolutionary soldiers to hit each other like bowling balls.

On the coral reef, the fish people laughed, and bubbles formed from the sea water kept pouring out of their open mouths.

The submarine has completely crashed into the coral reef, and its bright light is illuminating the red and yellow coral reef beautifully.

In the submarine, Ivankov struggled to push away the boatman who was pressing on him and took a deep breath.

'We can only negotiate, and then seek opportunities to counterattack!'

"Open the hatch and negotiate with the fish people!" Ivankov shouted, ordering the revolutionary army guarding the hatch to open the hatch. He was lucky enough to hold the hatch the moment the submarine hit the rocks.

Door handle!

"Mr. Tom, you are a fish man, I'm sorry to bother you!"

"No problem, I still have some reputation among the fishmen."

Outside the submarine, the fishmen surrounding the submarine looked at the rotating hatch. This strange thing only made them feel novel after it stopped.

The hatch opened, and a fat fishman emerged from the hatch with two small horns on his forehead!

"Tom, Mr. Tom?" Mo Brown shouted after seeing the face of the fat fish man clearly.

"Who are you?" Tom didn't know Mo Brown.

"I have worked under you!" Moblan said.

Fishman Tom is one of the few fishmen who is not from Fishman Island, but he likes to hire fishmen to work and pays generous wages, so he has a very good reputation in Fishman Island.

Moblan once worked as a porter in his shipyard, but was later replaced by an operator.

"Now that we know each other, maybe we can talk about why you attacked this submarine?"

"We think this is a slave ship..."

Tom turned his head and looked at the young murlocs around him, and suddenly realized.

"Are you the fishman guerrillas that have been causing a stir in the nearby waters recently?"

"Hahaha, this is a misunderstanding. As long as you come in and chat, you will know."

After Tom finished speaking, he looked at the fish-man in front of him sincerely, and Mo Brown nodded.

"Brother!" The fishmen around him became nervous.

"It doesn't matter, I trust Master Tom!" Mo Brown waved his hand, and after hearing this, Tom smiled even brighter.

Mo Brown made a sign of thirty behind his back, which meant that if he didn't come out after thirty minutes, the fish-man guerrillas would launch an attack!

"Come in!" Tom ducked in and waved.

Mo Brown followed Tom, passed through the water compartment, and jumped into the submarine cabin.

He lowered his body and tensed his muscles to prevent a sneak attack.

He saw a group of men wearing handcuffs and shackles, and he instantly became vigilant.

"Don't get me wrong, we are friends!" Ivankov shouted quickly.

"I am Revolutionary Army Staff Officer Ivankov. These boatmen behind me were brought here at the request of the clown." Ivankov said, pointing to the panicked boatmen.

‘Aren’t you working for the Tianlong people? Why are you getting involved with the revolutionary army and the clowns again!’ The boatmen’s minds were already in a mess.

Tom's smile didn't look fake, and Mo Brown gradually relaxed his vigilance.

Everyone in the Sun Pirates owes the Joker their life...

In the submarine, they talked for a while, and Ivankov dialed the clown's phone number.

Half an hour ago, Moblan left the submarine and directed the murlocs of the murloc guerrillas to get out the submarine that had plunged into the coral reef.

After watching the submarine with its bubbles go away, Hody Jones finally couldn't help but ask.

"Who is in that weird thing, Brother Mo Brown?"

"Ah, those are the friends of the Sun Pirates, they brought good news!" A smile appeared on Mo Brown's tense face.

Everyone in the Sun Pirates owes the Joker one life...and after today, they may owe a second life.