One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 156 Biological Bomb
"Are you serious, Mr. Clown?"

Shirahoshi's eyes were dazed. The overly dark knowledge made her feel tainted.

But... let the fishermen use methods such as drilling the bottom of the boat, stealing fresh water, dropping flags to frame others, and pulling underwater.

It sounds really useful!

This is the correct way to open the murloc tribe!
Whose fishman is running to the shore to compete with humans in strength?

Shirahoshi glanced at Jinbei in the distance.

Bucky wasn't very interested in her mental activities.

Caesar is already able to produce the deadly drug ES and artificial devil fruits on the giant ship. After all, all the equipment of the original research institute has been transferred to the ship.

Of course, if he can't do it, then he can only continue to serve as experimental material.

Buggy won't let the demon go just because he's hiding.

Fortunately, Caesar gave a positive answer in time.

Then he sat astride Monet's back.

I brought her along specifically for this purpose.

Comes with big wings.

He has no intention of showing mercy to women.

The purpose of the clown gang's existence is to serve his game.

"Let's go to Dressrosa."

"Love and passion... hehe, hope doesn't make people hope."

There was something humiliating about the pose.

However, Buggy can turn his body into half gas, so it won't be a burden for Monet.

"Mr.... Mr. Clown, you can actually hold me tight."

Monet looked at the gas surrounding his waist.

Said seriously.

"We are a family, and family members don't need to worry too much about each other."

Bucky frowned.

Compared with the two people from the Don Quixote family who came later, he was much gentler when invading Monet's spiritual world.

But why does it look a little abnormal?

The ears are still so red.

"My family..." He murmured with the corner of his mouth raised: "You'd better not have such thoughts."

He gently stroked the ends of Monet's hair.

The bright red lips were pressed against her ear.

The voice was cold and indifferent.

"It's not a good ending for them."

"Let's go."

"Oh."

Monet lowered his head, looking a little lost.

It buried its ears in its long hair, then flapped its wings and flew up. Its beige wings drew a white cyclone in the sky.

The blue and white sky passed before their eyes.

Bucky was holding a permanent pointer in his hand.

Point out directions from time to time.

Once you leave the islands with their fixed climates, the oceans of the New World immediately reveal their chaotic nature.

Blizzards, freezing rain, thunderstorms, and droughts occur one after another.

Fortunately, both of them are users of nature abilities, so as long as they don't fall into the sea, the weather will have limited impact on them.

"About ten years ago, Doflamingo led his officers to the palace and made a request to the old king."

There is nothing much to say between the sea and the sky except the changes in the weather. Monet simply took the initiative to talk about the history of the rise of Don Quixote's family.

"He asked the old king to raise 10 billion berries for him within one day, otherwise he would attack the country."

"The Navy doesn't care?"

"No matter." Monet shook his head. "At that time, Ming Ge was already one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and also a Celestial Dragon."

"So the king could only beg the people to hand over all the cash to him."

"But this is also Mingge's purpose."

"He then used his power to control the king to kill his soldiers and civilians, and set fire to the town."

"When the common people were extremely disappointed with the old king, I opened the gate of King's Heights and let them in."

Monet had this memory very clearly.

But then, her brows furrowed.

"But why should I let them in? Why do I know so much about the Don Quixote family?"

Once again, her logic conflicted.

My goal is to drive Doflamingo crazy, but why am I helping him?
After seeing the one-person plane start to think and face the risk of crashing, Bucky rubbed Monet's head with his fingers.

“Because it’s all part of the plan.”

When things go according to plan, no one panics.

"and after?"

"Later..." After finding a logic he could rely on, Monet's painful expression calmed down.

He even licked the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:
"Later, we provoked wars in many countries. Those stupid nobles were very good at saving face. With just a little provocation, they would drag a country into the quagmire of war!"

"Arms have become something they cannot do without!"

"Then my country will no longer be poor."

“They no longer need to pay heavenly gold. They only need to work in the factory and they will have enough to eat.”

"We also found very suitable young workers."

"Just put a knife to their necks and threaten them a few times, and you can earn countless Baileys for the family..."

This story sounds similar to the industries owned by the Gotham gang.

But you're right, both are mafia families.

The characteristics of this type of family are always similar.

They will attach great importance to being a member of a family and value the honor of the family, even above so-called morality or law, if they have any.

This is a business model dominated by violence and conspiracy.

The main products sold are the old three.

It's not uncommon in Gotham City.

“It’s a really nostalgic atmosphere.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes.

"He should have received my gift."

Kingdom of Dressrosa.

Below the towering King's Heights.

The town is arranged in a hierarchical manner around the highlands, with high buildings far away and low buildings near. Next to the roofs covered with red pottery tiles are large iron-gray factories.

The bustling town is combined with the arms industry.

There is a sense of harmony in the weirdness.

There are many fancy and charming little shops hidden on both sides of Lover's Street.

Make no mistake, these are serious dance halls.

It's dusk now, not the best business time, but there are already quite a few people gathered in front of the store.

"There are a lot more people from other places recently, and the dancers' business is booming."

Someone was making a fuss outside.

The night has not yet fallen.

The dancers in the ballroom are also willing to chat outside to kill time.

"Hey, those pirates are so rough!"

“But he’s also generous.”

"That's it." A short-haired dancer smiled sweetly.

He warmly invited:

"There's a flamenco performance tonight, but the cadres brought it from Beihai."

"No, it's too late to go back, the captain will scold you."

The worker in the coarse cloth shirt felt that he was happy enough to chat with the pretty dancer during this short period of free time.

Then his eyes shifted.

He landed in the iron-gray factory, the roar took away the color from his eyes, and he dragged his body towards the cage.

Toy soldiers marched past him with rifles on their shoulders.

The workers could only stop temporarily.

It would be great if the factory could be blown up!

He had no reason to think of it.

But the next moment, the gray leather roof was suddenly lifted up, and the roar of the machine tool that had been going on for years was replaced by a muffled sound like an earthquake.

"The factory... was really bombed!?" A pungent stench quickly spread behind the smoke.

"What kind of bomb is this? Why does it stink so bad?"

The dancers covered their mouths and noses, and the workers covered their faces with gray cloth.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a fairly strong tall figure emerged.

"Hehehe, the rest is up to you, Sand Crocodile!"

Moriah came running out in a black dress.

The factory explosion was his doing.

After his shout, Lao Sha also ran out riding on the flying sand.

"The bomb was blown up in the wrong place. This is not the smile factory."

"Didn't you find the artificial devil fruit?"

"No."

"One more thing."

Lao Sha held his breath, glanced at Moria, and spoke in a low voice.

"Next time you use a biological bomb like this, I will kill you."

He didn't expect that Moria would develop the ability of the Shadow-Shadow Fruit to such a disgusting level.

They actually specialize in collecting the carcasses of large creatures such as whales, and take advantage of the "whale explosion" phenomenon that occurs after the death of these creatures.

That is, the microorganisms in the whale's intestines continue to decompose food in the stomach after the whale dies, thereby producing large amounts of carbon dioxide, methane and other gases that eventually burst and explode.

Combined with Shadow's ability to manipulate corpses, this suicide biological bomb was created.

The effect is very good.

The smell is just too bad!

Even my teammates couldn't stand it.

"Hey, do you have a quicker way?"

"That treasure factory will be taken away by others first!"

Moria laughed evilly, his eyes showing the pleasure of successful revenge.

This guy Doflamingo also looked down on himself during the war at the top!

However, the reason why he was able to convince Crocodile to cooperate with him was largely due to the news released by "A Joke".

A factory that mass-produces artificial devil fruits.

Devil fruits and artificial devil fruits are definitely the hottest things in the underground world right now.

Combined with the theory of demon awakening, it is easy to cultivate a strong person who can stand on his own, or in other words, such a person has already appeared.

At this time, news about the artificial devil fruit manufacturing factory began to spread.

The madness it caused can be imagined.

Lao Sha snorted and did not respond.

A sandstorm quickly formed in his hands.

This kingdom is still the territory of Don Quixote's family.

In the past, even the Four Emperors would not provoke without reason.

But with the addition of an artificial devil fruit factory, things are completely different.

And Crocodile doesn't think he is weaker than Mingo.

Even if Whitebeard was in front of him, he dared to attack directly.

"Sha Lan."

Crocodile, who had finally seen the light of day again, didn't plan to keep hiding forever. This factory could just serve as his start-up capital.

The sandstorm that was slowly forming in his palm was thrown out by him.

Behind the two of them, the fighting group of the Don Quixote family was chasing them closely.

The storm picked up the rotten smell that had not yet completely dissipated, sweeping towards the pursuers behind.

Diamanti gritted his teeth and was about to draw the sword, but was blinded by a gust of sand.

Then he turned around and started retching.

This is simply a biological weapon!

When he opened his eyes again, the two former Shichibukai had completely disappeared.

"These two bastards!"

Diamanti could only curse.

This was the first time they had been provoked like this.

It has always been the family members who fanned the flames in other kingdoms, when did they become the fire!

Just when he was about to conduct another search, another message came from his subordinates.

"Sir, there is another pirate disturbance at the port."

"…Walk!"

Diamante waved helplessly, his eyes still fixed on the direction the two figures were fleeing, "Go and quell the riots at the port first, and don't let the pirates land on the island anymore!"

The fighters of the fighting group came in a hurry and ran away in a hurry.

Fortunately, the stench was swept away by the sandstorm.

Violet opened the window a little, and the neon lights in the dance hall came on again. Night had fallen without her knowing.

"No one should come at this time."

While I was thinking, I heard footsteps unexpectedly at the door.

A worker in a coarse shirt stood at the door.

The eyes are earnest.

Is there anything more satisfying than having your wishes come true?
“Is there any flamenco performance tonight?”

"Of course."

Violet didn't resist the look.

Although her family's business was destroyed right in front of her, she felt better.

"Are these two behind also together?"

She saw two people with obviously different styles standing behind the workers.

What race are those people with wings on their shoulders? Birdmen?

There are so many humanoid races in this world that Violet can't tell them apart.

But she has a very pretty face.

So does the figure.

And those blue pupils give off a particularly familiar feeling.

Violet rolled her eyes calmly.

The other person was much less weird.

It's a common clown imitation makeup, but the details are very good, especially the eroded corners of the mouth and the bright red lipstick on it.

If it weren't for the pair of horns on his head, Violet would have thought it was a clown.

"Hello, beautiful lady."

"Don't you welcome guests? A lively party would not refuse a clown who likes to tell jokes, right?"

Bucky wiped his red nose and smiled.

Well, there were all kinds of explosions and commotion outside, and he was here watching the dancers perform.

He had no intention of hiding it at all.

The Don Quixote family should be extremely busy right now.

Thanks to Morgans' continuous efforts, the popularity of Dressrosa is currently high, with not only pirates and bounty hunters joining in the fun.

Buggy also met the Navy and the CP organization.

There are even Kaido's men.

He was originally the most positive person towards artificial devil fruits.

A lively stage.

Just like the one in front of you.

The interior of the dance hall is very similar to that of a bar, but there are two or three steps in the middle forming an open stage.

Violet was wearing a flamenco dance costume, and her purple polka-dot long skirt swayed like a blooming violet.

The neon lights followed her back, and the fresh flower in her mouth was fragrant, dispelling the stench from not long ago.

The workers in short clothes were all smiles.

Violet danced around in a nimble manner, then leaped in front of Bucky with crisp steps.

"If the guests enjoy the view, they can enjoy a flower."

She took the flower out of her mouth and held it gently in her backhand.

"It only takes 10,000 Baileys."

Violet lowered her eyes and maintained her graceful dancing posture while speaking, with her right leg raised high behind her.

It's more like a gesture of offering flowers.

Then, the petals suddenly turned, revealing a sharp needle.

Suddenly stabbed Monet's forehead.

(End of this chapter)