One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 170: Justice or Freedom
Is this night?

Fujitora felt that the night was even quieter than usual, and the air seemed a little stagnant, like the air on the top of a mountain he had climbed before.

There is still a feeling of tightness in the chest.

There was no response from the gate for a long time.

Fujitora could only knock a few more times.

The echoing sound of "dong dong dong" was particularly clear in the thick fog.

"Morning... still early..."

Finally, a soldier pushed the soldier away and frowned.

Very reluctant to give up.

"I have a bad feeling."

"G1 shouldn't have such thick fog. According to my usual habits, the sun should be blazing hot by now."

The climate in the ocean changes greatly, but the climate on the island often remains in one state. The island where the G1 base is stationed has no name and is usually referred to as G1.

But there has never been a history of foggy weather.

Especially when it is so thick that I forget the time.

This shouldn't be the case. Even if the biological clock is wrong, the mechanical clock should serve as a reminder. Moreover, Yixiao also smelled something unpleasant in the mist.

The navy soldier became much more awake and rubbed his eyes.

"Are you teaching me how to do something?"

Being woken up suddenly was unpleasant enough, especially when the blind man who woke me up sounded alarmist.

Soldiers felt their professionalism was challenged.

He smiled and sighed, then continued:

"Please check the time."

His temper is pretty good. If it were any other soldier or pirate, he would have twisted his head off and talked to him.

The soldier looked doubtful, but he still looked back as advised.

It's... 10 o'clock in the morning!

But it’s as dark as midnight outside?

“Even if it’s still dark, people will still wake up, just like me. But as we walked along, the air on this side of the base seems to be even thinner.”

“People in this state may have a harder time discerning the situation.”

Yixiao continued to explain that he was lucky last night and was able to play longer in the gambling den with the same amount of money.

Although he lost all the money, he did not plan to take it out after entering the casino.

He has ways to win, but prefers to rely on luck.

The result of luck is that you lose every time.

So he only gave himself a fixed amount of money every day, and left when he lost it all.

Therefore, when I returned last night, no hotel was open, so I could only sleep on a park bench near the woods.

"The air is thin..."

The soldier took a deep breath, but the stuffiness in his chest did not lessen at all, and his head did feel swollen.

He hesitated only for a moment.

He quickly turned around and jogged from the small door to the sentry post.

The short, rapid whistle sound broke the silence of the thick fog.

Red alert lights suddenly lit up all over the base.

"what happened!!"

Javier immediately stood up and hugged the empty box tightly to his chest, which helped him turn over.

"Hahaha... I thought you guys could sleep until the second night comes."

Bucky said indifferently.

This was a busy night for him.

Let the gas fill the town, and be careful of some accidental open flames interrupting his fun.

This is not an easy job.

Fortunately, it’s almost the same now.

"Okay, you can go knock on the door now."

He suggested seriously.

"This...door?"

Javier listened to the alarm outside and pushed the iron door in front of him again. He heard a loud bang and the iron door of the prison fell straight down.

Outside.

The naval forces were gathering rapidly.

The flying squirrel twisted the tie of his shirt, looking heavy-hearted.

No one knew where the fog came from, but it enveloped the entire base and the town in the night.

What made him even more angry was that the sentries didn't even notice it.

But soon, his expression became even gloomier.

After the lights were turned on one by one, some people noticed that a few large words had been painted with red paint on the training ground in the center of the base.

No open flame.

Who is this? !
Which pirate is so arrogant!

Not only did they run into the navy base, but they also sprayed these words in red paint!

md, don’t think about it!
There is only one person in the entire ocean who can do such a thing and has the ability to do such a thing!
The flying squirrel's eyebrows twitched and his expression became extremely unfriendly.

He was somewhat familiar with this fog.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, the test results are out. The fog is only on the periphery. The main thing that permeates the town is gas!"

gas!

His eyes suddenly widened and he roared in almost the blink of an eye.

"No open flames are allowed in the base. Swords, guns, and other weapons must be handled with care. No scratches or collisions!"

Surrounded by such a large amount of gas, even a single spark would blow everything up to the sky in the blink of an eye!
After giving the order, he would quickly turn around and jog towards the message room.

The current situation is definitely beyond his ability to solve!
The only possibility for him to still be alive is that the other party is trying to achieve a certain purpose through such threats, but such a purpose is definitely not something the flying squirrel can decide.

In the sea slightly away from the G1 branch.

"This... movement, isn't it a bit too loud?"

Without a telescope, Smoker could see the island shrouded in thick fog.

Only one night had passed since his last encounter with the Joker.

“It was really fast.”

"Fortunately, we caught up."

He lowered his head and muttered a few words again.

Neither party had a very detailed plan. For them, if everything went according to plan, it would be restrictive.

"That flying squirrel has been too lax over the years. He didn't even notice it until now."

"It's really unqualified."

Zefa continued, holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand, and kept replaying the signal for help.

The flying squirrel was once his student, but his current performance does not satisfy Zephyr. In the new world where pirates are rampant, losing vigilance is as deadly as exposing your back in a battle.

"I don't think Kuzan can come."

"Yes, the headquarters is still recruiting soldiers. Even if Marshal Aokiji comes through the Red Earth Continent now, it will be too late."

"Where's Borsalino?"

"Lord Kizaru is still stationed in Egghead, and it seems that there has been great progress in the research there."

Zefa asked two more serious questions.

If Buggy were here, he would definitely be surprised at Zefa's change at this moment.

This is completely different from the original plot where he robbed Power Rock's transport ship like a bandit and was then surrounded by his own students.

Zefa has already taken all the navy people into consideration. Once a former admiral who is serious, responsible and capable plans something, the effect cannot be underestimated.

Almost the vast majority of the backbone forces of the navy in the past two generations were trained by him, and Zefa knew them very well, including their temperament and strength.

When planning the Dynamic Rock, he took into account the Navy's two cards, Aokiji and Kizaru.

Although these two guys are not as radical as Akainu, they will definitely be very cautious about the approach of two extremely dangerous items, the Power Rock and the Joker.

He picked up the Den Den Mushi and stared at it for a while.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zephyr?"

...

"G1 branch was attacked by clowns, we need support!"

"No, don't enter the base. There is something that the clown must not know or touch. We need to evacuate urgently!" "Yes, it has been approved by the headquarters. We have to get this thing out before the clown notices it."

"Teacher Zefa, please provide cover!"

As expected, the phone rang.

The Pirate Guerrillas are also part of the Navy, and their location is no secret to the Navy.

Zefa himself can be regarded as a high-end combat force.

After Zefa agreed, he hung up the phone gently.

He turned around and glanced at everyone on the boat.

"If you want to quit, you can quit now."

"The path I am about to take will not be allowed by the World Government and the Navy, and may even be blocked. The pirates will also hate and resist it."

"It will be hard to find a place for us on the shore..."

Zefa had already thought through the consequences, the only thing he couldn't let go of was the soldiers behind him.

Among them, except Ain and Binz, who had the same hatred as him, the other soldiers were recruited and grew up later.

There is no need to bear the same burdens as yourself.

So he chose to confess.

For those who quit, he would leave a boat for them to leave.

Zefa had finished speaking, but no footsteps were heard.

In the sea ahead, a special warship has emerged from the thick fog.

There is no trap here. You can always get out by driving in one direction.

"Teacher, you don't have to say it."

"Ever since you formed the Pirate Guerrilla Group, our goals have been the same."

"Whether it's justice or freedom, they will become the targets of our cleansing!"

Ain smiled. She was wearing a green shirt and a short skirt. She stood with her legs sideways, and her long wavy ocean-blue hair fell to her waist.

This is also their intention.

There is no justice in the navy, but they can see justice in Zefa.

Do not kill the general.

In the G1 base.

The flying squirrel finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mr. Zefa's reply.

With the teacher around, things won't be so bad after all.

He took a moment to check all possible places for open flames, both on base and in town.

"Your Excellency, this is not a solution. Huh... I feel like the air is getting thinner and thinner."

"Yes, Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, how about we leave the fog area first!"

"Hold on a little longer."

The flying squirrel looked unkind.

This is also the most troublesome thing about dealing with the Joker. He rarely jumps out and fights you one-on-one like other pirates.

He prefers to watch himself and others kill each other.

The flying squirrel won't let the clown achieve his goal.

He knew that the soldier's suggestion was actually feasible. The transport ship had already verified that, at least in the bay, the fog area was not widespread.

But he couldn't do it so early at this time.

It was one thing not to reveal that a transport ship had left.

On the other hand, the mere two warships could easily have put them in a train dilemma.

There are thousands of naval soldiers in the base alone, not to mention the towns outside.

The total amount probably amounts to tens of thousands.

This is definitely not something that can be solved by two warships or a few sailboats anchored at the pier.

Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality.

Limited resources will instead become the fuse for them to kill each other, and the flying squirrel does not intend to give the clown this opportunity.

"Don't mention leaving again."

"This is the branch base, and I'm the base commander!"

He stared and tried to get the idea out of his subordinates' minds.

"Your Excellency, a bounty hunter has offered his head in exchange for your reward!"

"It's already so late, I'm gone!"

The flying squirrel didn't even look back and strode to adjust the high-power fan.

Compared with the thick fog covering the entire island, these few efforts might be a drop in the bucket, but they were the best he could do at this moment.

"Is that really why I didn't knock?"

Javier looked frustrated.

He had imagined many possible outcomes, such as the navy using the excuse of not believing it and embezzling the bounty, or directly withholding it, or denying it.

But he never thought that he would fail at the first step.

People don't see me at all...

He held the box and watched the failures coming and going in the base, his face full of helplessness.

Even the blind man looked at him with pity.

"Need some help, bro?"

Yixiao asked very seriously. He didn't know what the person in front of him looked like, nor did he know what the other person's expression was. He just sensed the other person's inner helplessness through his observation.

"call--"

"I came to exchange for the bounty, but no one paid any attention."

“The current situation is indeed special.”

He smiled and nodded.

"It would be a bit of a bother to go directly to the lieutenant general. If you trust me, please follow me."

"Colonel Hardy will take care of the registration."

He showed a nostalgic and self-deprecating smile on his face, "Sometimes when I encounter really difficult situations, I will also use this method to exchange for some bounty."

Javier never thought he would need a blind man to lead the way.

However, he had just hit a wall with the flying squirrel, so he had no choice but to follow.

He didn't have any good solution.

……

……

"What about the situation of G1 branch? Will there be support?"

"Stop the conscription plan for now? To deal with the clown, the marshal should be called upon to take action."

"That's weird, why would the Joker attack G1 at this time?"

In the Navy Headquarters.

After what happened in the G1 branch, the staff had to get together again.

And not surprisingly, the target this time is the Joker again.

Just change your name to Joker to deal with the office.

"Damn it, why can't the Joker go grab territory like the other emperors?"

A staff officer wiped his face and said helplessly.

There has always been a subtle tacit understanding between the navy and the Four Emperors.

They do not attack the bases of the Four Emperors, and the Four Emperors cannot attack their bases at will.

Everyone solves their problems at sea.

The other three emperors, as well as Blackbeard, whose power has expanded recently, are having a lot of fun fighting for territory, newcomers and money.

This should be a good time for the navy to recuperate, but a clown comes out to cause trouble!

"According to the latest intelligence, the Joker possesses two abilities: the Split Fruit and the Gas Fruit. The fog covering the G1 base right now contains a large amount of gas."

"It can be said that the current G1 branch is a powder keg, and anyone can ignite this powder keg."

This conclusion is not difficult to draw.

The difficult part is solving this problem.

"Is there anything that could threaten the clown, the mermaid princess?"

Another staff officer made a suggestion.

"No, that's what he used to threaten us."

(End of this chapter)