One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 66 Dusk
dusk.

The orange-red sunlight sprinkled on the dark green warship, as if it was covered with blood.

"Things are finally starting to get interesting."

Bucky muttered something, his lips curled up naturally.

The islanders' houses are located near the harbor, on a hill next to the coast.

The slightly higher terrain allowed him to just see the flames rising from the warship.

He blinked again, "But if it's just this level, it still can't make them become what I want to see."

The seeds of chaos had been planted, but Bucky didn't have the patience to wait for them to sprout.

It would probably be difficult to tear apart the navy in front of him just by relying on the opinions of one newspaper.

It's not that there is no possibility of a camp riot in the navy, but compared to the concentrated army, the navy's personnel are more dispersed, and the possibility of them feeling panic, tension and helplessness at the same time and being carried away by this emotion is lower.

In other words, it is more difficult.

"But this way I have something to do, hehe."

Bucky chuckled a few times and ate a few more pieces of pizza, then figured out that the time was about right.

Then walked towards the port.

He now has a very exciting idea.

Since the navy alone cannot reverse this inertia, let me add some fuel to the fire.

"Let us add some color to this boring world together."

He licked the corner of his split lips and laughed.

This time, the corners of his mouth already had that extraordinarily corrupt feeling he had felt in Arkham.

In addition to his growing ability to split his emotional and cognitive worlds, Bucky's ability to split himself is also growing.

The devil generously shares his power with his own kind.

Just as he expected.

At this time on the warship, the captain with a grief-stricken face had been subdued by many of his colleagues.

It's not that they don't believe what's in the newspaper, it's just that they don't have an outstanding Marine son like the captain.

So the feelings are not as profound as the captain's.

When faced with such "treasonous" behavior, the first reaction is to subdue the perpetrators first.

Grant did the same.

With red eyes, he held the old captain upside down and locked his arms around his shoulders.

"Captain Ryder! Don't forget that the president behind the news agency is the accomplice of that clown."

"This is most likely a tactic used by the Joker in response to our encirclement."

"The purpose is just to make us quarrel among ourselves!"

"Don't forget what the lieutenant general just reminded you of. He is a clown who can deceive people!"

"Understand!"

Although Grant had some suspicions in his heart, as a naval lieutenant who had been fighting pirates in the New World for many years, he had to understand better how cunning pirates were. They would do anything to survive or for profit.

At least we should not let such news affect our current actions.

He put his suspicions aside for the moment.

The old captain's face was pressed against the deck, tears silently streaming down his face.

The body didn't resist much.

Her face was half crying and half smiling.

“Grant, you are excellent.”

"He can stand firm in a place like the New World, and he has good swordsmanship, just like my kid back then."

"So, did you know that your name is on the latest list of East China Sea special training?"

The old captain, who has been in the navy for decades, does not have the same combat power as Grant and others.

But he has his own way of surviving.

For example, news.

So when he saw it in the newspaper, he believed it without any hesitation.

He has too much information to support this. Why is it that in every special training list, one-third of the people always fail to return?
Those who returned and those who did not return, are they going to the same place? Why do they always remain silent?

Why go to the East Sea, West Sea or North Sea for special training instead of the New World where there are more enemies?

Why is this kind of special training only held every three years?

It's just that he didn't have it before, or he didn't have that much imagination to connect all this with the game of the Celestial Dragons.

Grant's pupils suddenly shrank, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but relax.

The information spoken by the Celestial Dragon published in the newspaper circulated over and over in his mind.

Do you want to participate in such a game too?

As, the object of hunting?
At this time, there was another loud bang.

Suddenly, flames appeared on a warship not far away.

Did they see the news too?

Grant's face was uncertain and his heart began to be confused.

The tongues of fire spewing from the dark green warship were dusk’s last struggle.

Night suddenly fell.

Lights were lit up one after another on the island, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The pirate ship in the port has entered the attack range of the warship.

But these pirate ships seemed to have found their direction and headed towards the burning warship together.

boom--

The smell of gunpowder came around Grant.

He saw that Mr. Dauberman, whose face was covered with scars from swords and knives, was holding a gun with smoke wafting from the muzzle.

His hands were covered in blood.

"Don't waste time on these nonsense, prepare for battle immediately!" said the lieutenant general coldly.

He looked as if he was just watching a boring farce.

They don't care!
This thought naturally came to Grant's mind.

under night.

The brief riot was forcibly suppressed.

Several pirate ships that tried to break out became the first to stand out and were subjected to continuous bombardment from the navy.

In naval battles, the navy has an absolute advantage over pirates.

As long as you are not facing someone with the aura of a protagonist, you can still hit one or two out of ten shells.

But enough is enough.

Under the siege of numerous warships, several pirate ships that tried to break through were destroyed.

The tall mast fell down in half, and their counterattack could not even touch the shadow of the warship.

Since we have advantages, we should make full use of them.

Doberman and his men are not stupid enough to engage in boarding battle with the pirates.

"Unfortunately, the two supernovas didn't fall for it."

Doberman said with regret that these ships were just small and unknown pirate ships.

If we could directly send those two supernovas into the sea, it would save a lot of trouble.

And that newspaper
He felt vaguely uneasy, especially when he reported to the higher-ups, there was an unexpected silence.

"Your Excellency Vice Admiral, Buggy the Clown has appeared at the port!"

A lookout shouted.

At this time, the warships were very close to the port, and rows of still-hot three-barreled guns were ready to give the island a thorough cleanup.

Grant saw the clown on the lookout of a ship flying a flag with a brown beard and a skull.

The other person was lifting his blue hair with one hand, there was a skull pattern painted on his forehead, his red nose was like a small ball and looked particularly funny, and the corners of his mouth painted red were curled up in a teasing smile.

As if noticing the navy's gaze, the clown raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)