One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 129: Many Ways to Kill Yourself
It is early spring in the year 1521 of the Haiyuan calendar.

Mysteria Island is a summer island with high temperatures all year round. It is blessed with abundant rainfall and a tropical monsoon climate with the southwest monsoon blowing from the sea.

It's much better than the desert of Alabasta.

Islander Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, stepped barefoot on the small sampan, and pulled out the fishing net he had thrown yesterday from the water.

He grew up in a place where the sea breeze blows strongly, so his skin is naturally dark and red.

The fishing net floated up from beneath the murky water, its mesh tight and dense.

People can't survive, so why should we care about fish?

But today's harvest should be good.

Aaron took a lot of effort to pull most of the fishing net out of the water.

However, there were no fish to be seen in the fine net except for the water plants and mud that were trapped.

And on the other side of the fishing net, there was a coffin?

Where does the weight come from?

Aaron was somewhat disappointed and could only look at the coffin.

The coffin looks quite broad and thick, and is pitch black in color, but the lines on the four sides are smooth. Even the common people who can live in the city can't afford such a thing, right?

As he was looking, he suddenly heard knocking sounds coming from inside the coffin.

There was a coffin and a sound coming from the seashore, and the scene seemed a bit déjà vu. Fortunately, the sunlight above his head made him feel at ease.

But before he could react, the simple hinge on the side of the coffin creaked.

A clown with pale makeup sat up straight.

"It's a nice day. I was right. It always feels very safe to sleep in a coffin."

Bucky grabbed his left palm and shielded it in front of his eyes to block the scorching sun.

He had missed it since he had experienced it once in Moria's castle.

The black-haired lady lying on one side looked calm.

Although Robin couldn't understand why the Joker dragged her to the island for the so-called playground inspection and chose the coffin as a means of transportation.

All this is understandable as long as it is based on the premise that the other party is a lunatic.

The wide and thick coffin could barely accommodate two people.

"Morning."

Buggy raised his hand again and was about to say hello to the islander next to him.

In the blink of an eye, the other party was seen lying directly on the sampan, using his hands and feet to escape quickly.

I can only say that they are worthy of being the people of the New World.

The awareness and reaction are very quick.

Bucky licked the corner of his mouth, thinking that they already had the demeanor of the people of Gotham.

Then he stretched out a hand and grabbed the islander's small sampan, with a hemp rope in his palm.

Dragging the coffin towards the shore.

Soon.

The two of them stepped onto the land.

Maybe it's because I've been looking at the dark blue sea for too long, now seeing the real sunshine and land, I feel a sense of freshness.

There is a sense of freshness in everything, including the people and buildings here.

The stone brick houses are scattered at different heights and are not very regular. It does not look like a town or a village, but more like a gathering place.

And this gathering point is not very friendly.

Bucky saw that the islander who had just climbed onto the shore was suddenly knocked down by a red brick, then put in a sack and taken away.

His skills are as skilled as those of the slave traders in Shampoo.

"Outsiders, don't meddle in other people's business!"

The leader took a look at Bucky's makeup and said something in a timid tone.

Both Buggy and Robin looked indifferent.

"Mysteria Island also has a name, Dangerous Red."

The black-haired lady was very familiar with her position and introduced herself very consciously.

"The Moon Guardian Kingdom on the island is one of the original twenty nations of the World Government. They like to use red bricks in their buildings. Of course, some people think that this red is blood."

"If I were to say what its most distinctive feature is... this is a country where slavery is legal."

Buggy said: "That's much better than the secretive World Government."

He only found the name of the island in his memory, the rest was blank.

This is normal. Mysteria Island was mentioned in the original book because it is located on one of the three routes to the New World. There are many other islands whose names have never appeared.

This is when the benefits of having a scholar with you can be seen.

"Would you like to go and see?"

Robin was referring to the three men who had kidnapped Aaron and fled.

She had never seen someone put on a sack so blatantly.

As for herself.
She was used to being a tool, whether in Baroque Workshop or before.

"It shouldn't be necessary."

Bucky shook his head, his eyes teasing.

Then I saw the three men who had tied up Aaron running back not far away.

A cloud of dust billowed out behind them.

In the smoke and dust, the shadows of swords, guns and cannons were looming.

Obviously a large group of people.

How could the three men in the sacks run faster on two legs than on four legs? The distance between them was visibly shortened.

Atel covered his mouth and nose with a brown mask.

He slowly aimed the spear in his hand at the leader of the three men.

Then there was a bang.

One of them fell down immediately, and the other two were frightened and fell down.

"it is good!"

"Kill all the minions in the city!"

When people capture slaves, there will inevitably be resistance.

The same is true for the team led by Arter.

They were originally the predecessor of the Revolutionary Army and a part of the Volunteer Army. However, as the power of the Revolutionary Army declined in the New World, this reputation was not as strong anymore.

They mostly roamed around the island, attacking guys like the trio who were sent by the city people to capture slaves.

Because the gold in the sky has doubled, the city now hires a group of people to catch people outside.

Two slaves could pay one citizen a year's tax, as written in the laws of the kingdom.

The Yuehu Kingdom divides its people into inner people, outer people, and savages.

Only the people within the country can be considered human beings, the people outside the country can be considered half human beings, and the barbarians cannot be considered human beings.

Strictly speaking, fishermen of Aaron's descent could have been considered outsiders in the past, but now that there was a high demand for slaves, they were automatically classified as savages.

However, Artel knew that there was actually another level above these three levels, called the King Level.

They belong to the royal class. They are the royal family who succeeded the royal family of the original Yuehu Kingdom after they settled in the Holy Land and became Celestial Dragons. They claim to be the guardians of the Celestial Dragons.

"There seem to be two more people over there, could they be accomplices?"

The companions refer to Buggy and Robin who have been watching from the side.

The islands in the New World are also not immune to foreign pirates.

"They are probably not accomplices. Don't pay attention to them."

Artel just glanced at him and quickly retracted his gaze, his expression looking unnatural for a brief moment.

The tone paused briefly before quickly calming down.

It was as if I really just saw two passers-by.

I didn't look at it again after that.

Instead, he grabbed the trio and cheered them on.

"Hang up the bodies of these three guys and let those people in the city see how powerful we are!"

"it is good!!"

The billowing smoke and dust came quickly and went away quickly.

Aaron was also picked up by them and put on the horse.

Art was leading the team to the next gathering point without stopping.

It was not until the red brick houses completely disappeared behind him that he breathed a sigh of relief and realized that his back was sore from sweat.

"The clown! The clown actually appeared here!"

He clenched his hands tightly around the reins, and his heartbeat, which had just been forced to calm down, was particularly clear at this moment, making a thumping sound, as if someone was controlling it.

But as I was running, the scenery around me started to seem a little strange.

"Uu——"

Art pulled the reins and looked around. It had become dark all around him without him noticing. There was a sound of water splashing under the horses' hooves, and white mist was rising.

This feeling is like being on the sea.
How is this possible? I was riding a horse on the island just a second ago?!
Art was shocked and confused, but the next moment, he heard a muffled sound coming from under the water.

An oak boat rose from beneath the water.

The posture was like a lion pouncing on its prey.

The deck replaced the water surface to lift up the horse, and after a while of shaking, Art found himself on the deck of a pirate ship.

There seemed to be a lively party going on here, with cheerful singing and the aroma of food filling the air.

But Art felt even more scared for no reason.

Before I encountered all this, I only met one person.

clown!

"You seem to have encountered something particularly exciting."

as predicted.

Art turned around and saw the clown's leisurely figure.

A half-illusory nightmare tapir coiled around his shoulders, its mouth open as if it had just woken up.

“Would you be interested in sharing it with me?”

Bucky waved his hand, and a wooden table appeared in the dream space with two cups of hot tea on it.

He stroked the night tapir's head with his palm.

Although this little thing has no presence in normal times, the dream space it creates is very useful.

However, the Nightmare Tapir was very sleepy and slept almost the entire way on Fishman Island.

Of course, compared with its long life, this is not even a nap.

"I've seen your bounty."

Art laughed bitterly, "Isn't a demonic clown with a bounty of three billion scary enough?"

"My pleasure."

Bucky smiled and bowed.

"But I don't like naughty children. Do you know how clowns in the circus treat disobedient children?"

"."

Art dismounted with trembling legs and tried to sit down opposite Bucky.

Looking at the face reflected in the hot tea.

Suddenly there was a burst of hysterics.

"What else do you want to know?"

"As for our volunteer army, we can't even break into the city, let alone the nearby naval base!"

He threw the hot tea down.

"Yes, I am not so kind as to save those savages. After I capture them, I will find a reason to release them to the merchants, but at least, at least I will not sell those children and the elderly!"

"You can't do this to me!"

Art took off his mask, revealing a hooked nose and a yellowish complexion.

"Then what should I do to you?"

Bucky asked seriously.

"How do pirates usually treat people from the World Government? I really have no experience with this."

When Art heard the words "World Government", he felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.

His face was as pale as paper and cold sweat ran from his temples to his chin.

When the hands are moving at a fast speed, there is no trace of ink at all.

He pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and slashed his neck with it.

Blood spurted out immediately.

"You will be buried with me."

Art seemed to relieve himself of the pressure he faced from Buggy, and there was even a hint of pride in his eyes.

You guessed it, but I can choose to die.

As an agent trained since childhood, Art has such determination.

The only thing that is puzzling is how the Joker could tell since he clearly didn't show any abnormal movement.

Even if there was tension and surprise, it was the normal reaction of a normal citizen facing three billion pirates.

Why does he doubt himself?

In the last glance of Art's eyes, he saw that the clown seemed unmoved and even blew on the teacup.

And he returned to darkness with this regret.

After a while.

The darkness was lighted again, and Art was awakened by a burst of laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha.."

The laughter was not cheerful at all, but full of sarcasm.

"Are you interested in continuing our conversation?"

The clown held out his hand and gestured.

"By the way, I was just kidding you. I hope you like my joke."

"."

Have you gotten the answer yourself?
Are you kidding me? !

After a brief silence, Art felt around his neck a few times with his hand.

There was no blood and no wounds.

He didn't feel any pain either.

“Why, why is this happening!”

Art opened his eyes wide with confusion on his face.

Then he pulled out a pistol from the lining of his shirt and shot himself between the eyebrows.

The smell of gunpowder was everywhere.

Art fell straight down.

After a while.

The light still pierced the darkness.

Art touched his forehead, his face full of fear.

"Why don't you try using poison? It might be more effective.

Oh yeah, dynamite is fine too, if I want to kill myself I usually use dynamite."

The Joker placed all kinds of explosives, knives, and poisons that looked very evil on the table, and shared them with him seriously.

"It's impossible, how can I not die!"

He doesn’t believe in evil!

A few moments later.

Art sat obediently on the wooden table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, shaking all over.

He had just tried many ways of dying, including being blown up, poisoned, hit by a car, and drowned.

In the end, he was still alive and well, but he gained a lot of death experience.

"I am an agent of the World Government's CP8, codenamed Rider."

The clown narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

It's no surprise that he reacted like this.

“Responsible for monitoring the volunteer forces within the kingdom, including the revolutionary forces that once had contact with them.

It would be best if we could infiltrate the revolutionary army.

However, my recent mission is to monitor every movement in the kingdom and report to my superiors as soon as the clown arrives."

"continue."

Bucky licked the corner of his mouth, his tone cold.

"We have already occupied all the nearby volunteer bases, and those ambushed inside are the scientific forces of the navy.

The staff believes that the Joker craves chaos and wants to take advantage of us."

Art, who had already accepted his fate, spilled the beans and told them everything he knew.

The existence of these scattered volunteer armies is also the result of deliberate connivance by the royal family and the World Government.

The occasional attacks on towns were also orders from the royal family to strengthen their rule and capture beautiful slaves.

The World Government hopes to find clues about the Revolutionary Army through these undercover agents.

The navy's arrangement is to let them play the role of resistance and the weak party, and when the clown arrives, they just need to report the direction.

Art didn't expect that he would be caught by the clown after just one encounter.

I don't even know how I caught him.

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