The Laughing Clown in Pirate

At night, Long always goes to bed very late. Since he was founded as a revolutionary, he has always slept less than five hours. His eyebrows have fallen out, and then his hair. Thanks to the lush hair inherited from Mr. Garp, he does not have to lose his confidence prematurely.

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Five days ago, he completely lost sleep. The reason was that a blue-haired pirate wanted to write a book, or to be precise, a pamphlet.

"It's been a long time, and I've almost forgotten all the books I read back then. But the ideas and theories are still in my mind. I should be able to write something useful." Bucky the Clown scratched his hair and said rather embarrassedly.

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At first, Long was only slightly interested in the book Bucky the Clown said he wanted to write, until five days ago, Bucky the Clown handed him part of the written paper.

Thus, the door to the new world opened to the dragon.

Theories such as class theory, social structure analysis, uniting workers and peasants, promoting education, redistributing land, strengthening internal ideology...theories were either proposed for the first time or summarized into systems.

The dragon's purpose is to overthrow the world government, change the world and erase the rules that don't need people. Build a world of harmony, freedom, equality and dreams. But before meeting the clown, despite being full of ideals and firm confidence, the dragon could only remain silent.

Wait for the opportunity.

The specific manifestation in action is to wait for a rebellion in a certain country to help the local rebels resist the tyranny. After success or failure, there is no next step. Actions that cost countless blood and materials only gain a weak ally or

Hiding point. It also happened that after the rebel army gained national power, they kicked the revolutionary army away and got in touch with the world government.

Long thought hard about what Bucky the Clown wrote for several days, but couldn't figure out why a pirate knew how to rebel better than the leader of the revolutionary army who had been involved in the revolution for many years. Why did what he wrote often go straight to the core of the problem?

, but there are also some things that are superficial and not combined with reality.

He is simply... out of place in this world, with rebellious blood in his blood, and a born rebel genius.

"If he stays, ten years later, he may be more important to the revolutionary army than me!" Long carefully put what Bucky the Clown had written into the drawer, stood up and paced around the desk.

It is precisely because of this that the dragon is so entangled at this time.

Not long ago, Long received a call from the fish-man hero Fisher Tiger. On the phone, he told Long that the Laughing Pirates were being hunted by the World Government and had lost contact. He requested to contact Bucky the Clown.

The call was rejected by Long on the grounds that Bucky the Clown was temporarily inconvenienced.

"Baki is too important to the Revolutionary Army. He is building a future."

"But a revolution cannot be based on lies!"

"This can't be a lie. I'm just waiting for him to write more. When he writes more..." Long fell down on the chair. He was burying his conscience. The cold side of the revolutionary was gradually revealed.

"I can send the revolutionary army or even go myself."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Someone knocked on Long's door. After Long stood up and opened the door, he saw an unexpected figure. Bucky the clown was standing outside his door. The wound on his cheek had become scarred and solidified into

A laughing expression.

"Won't you let me in?" he said. Under the warm indoor light, his mouth covered in red paint was still smiling.

Seeing the clown at this time, Long felt embarrassed and frightened. He put on his usual cold face and welcomed the clown into the house.

"This is the last point..." The clown threw a few pieces of paper onto Long's desk.

"No more?" Long sat next to the clown.

"No, I'm going to do other things." The clown said expressionlessly: "I want to ask you for a favor..."

"You already know the news?" Long comforted Bucky, "Although the Laughing Pirates have lost contact, something may not happen. There are many areas in this vast ocean that block phone bugs."

"No, Long, they have already encountered an accident." The clown turned to look at Long, with a big smile carved by a knife on his expressionless face.

For a moment, Long felt a little creepy.

"I have always said that life cards are convenient things, so... I asked all crew members to make a life card and keep it in my and William's hands respectively. And William and I's life cards are kept in each other's hands."

"I usually put them on the left chest, seventeen in total, because there are eighteen members in the Laughing Pirates."

"Just this morning, they were slowly shrinking."

"So, I lined them up and stared at them closely!"

"The first thing to turn into ashes was little Jack's life card. It started to turn into ashes from the corner in my hand."

"By the way, don't you know little Jack? He is the ammunition hand on our ship. A sixteen-year-old boy, he once tamed an artillery piece that was detached from its fixed position in a storm!"

"By the way, what did I just say?"

"The life card is turning to ashes."

"Yes, one by one, they turned into ashes before my eyes."

"Old Hank, Mickey, the ship's doctor...and William!"

"I didn't expect William to die. He is a man who can shoot 4 bullets in 0.2 seconds. Can you believe it? 4 bullets in 0.2 seconds!"

"Hahaha..." The clown began to chuckle, but to the dragon's ears it sounded like the whimpering of a wild beast.

"How could they die? How could they die?"

Long couldn't get a word in. The man in front of him was immersed in his own emotions.

The laughter lasted for a short time and then stopped. The clown who came back to his senses looked at the dragon expressionlessly.

"Where did I just say that?"

"Yes, I want to ask you a favor..."

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Long watched the clown walk away, the warm light slowly disappeared from behind him, and finally he merged into the sea breeze and night.

He doesn't want to help with this at all, not at all.

He knows that the clown will cause greater chaos, and he knows that the clown will never join the revolutionary ranks again.

But when he looked at the gray-white powder that sprayed out from the clown's left chest and floated in the air as the clown moved.

How could he refuse.