One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 238 A Fair Duel

"Our garrison area is the new district, between the estates of Purminger St. and Hamalainen St.."

T. Peng En was a very responsible sailor. After reporting to his superiors, he led a group of people to the garrison area.

As they walked, he took a deep breath again and said, "Remember, no matter what happens in the manor... it is not our responsibility."

This is clearly instructed by the superiors that the Celestial Dragons enjoy immunity from all laws.

T Peng En felt that he was mentally prepared.

The area he was in charge of was not small, but there was so much empty space in Marijoa.

T Peng En thought for a while and decided to split the patrol into two teams, so as to avoid complaints.

As soon as he expressed his idea, he saw Bucky step forward.

"Just give me the other one."

This is actually not appropriate.

T Peng En looked at several majors in the team. Taking care is one thing, but leading a team is a little different... Will they listen?

To his surprise, the looks of several officers were exceptionally submissive.

How did he do that?
Could it be that Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel also greeted him?

T. Peng En didn't quite understand, but he accepted the advice.

He waved his hand and said, "Yaro, take a team to patrol near Saint Purming's manor. Although it is not the time for the World Conference yet... you should be careful."

This was also T. Peng's first time to be stationed in Mary Geoise, and he had only a vague understanding of the situation here. Fortunately, he had always had a good relationship with people, and he was able to gain a lot of practical experience just by saying a few words to them.

He said to Buggy, "Don't rush in when you see a suspicious person. If a Celestial Dragon says something to you, just respond."

“Don’t ask too many questions about what they do.”

"no problem."

"To be honest, this is actually my second time in Marijoa."

Bucky said honestly.

"That's even better!"

T.Paine felt much more relieved immediately. For a place like the Holy Land, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel should have given special instructions. No wonder he could ask the sergeant if he really had any questions!

I guess the other party has extraordinary knowledge.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon." He took out a pocket watch from his arms. They set out from the G1 base in the morning. After arriving at the holy land, they reported to their superiors, established their base, and had meals. It was already afternoon when they finished all the work.

"Gather here at sunset."

"It's the first day of patrol, just get familiar with the terrain."

"clear."

T Peng En did not blame his men. He led the way in front of them towards another manor. When they left the bluestone road and stepped onto the soil, they could see something that seemed to be buried in the soil.

The half divided out with Pangu City as the center is the half that was blown up by Buggy.

Even the bluestone road is newly paved.

The stones were not as large as the last time he saw them.

"Let's go too."

Bucky turned sideways and smiled at the soldier officer behind him.

Fortunately, the Navy recognizes not only military rank but also strength.

When T. Peng went to report, he had already let these sailors know who had the bigger fist, which was why they were so obedient just now.

A team of about 40 people saluted Bucky in unison.

In addition to the Celestial Dragons' Knights of God, there are three major organizations in Mary Geoise. Needless to say, the first one is the hound in the hands of the Celestial Dragons, the CP organization.

Next are the navy guarding the gate. The will of this group is at a different level.

Then there are the city guards who have little presence.

Mainly serves as a background board.

Perhaps we can do something with the help of the tall and majestic city walls outside Marijoa?
Buggy wasn't sure either. He only remembered that in the original plot, the Revolutionary Army had an almost smooth journey when they infiltrated.

Sabo went straight to the vicinity of Im's throne.

The security of the holy place is evident.

But now it’s a little different.

After being bombed by Buggy once, the living areas of the Celestial Dragons were further apart, as if to prevent them from being wiped out in one fell swoop.

But it also makes it easier for Bucky to operate.

"Remember what the Commodore just said?"

After walking for a while, Bucky could already see the newly built manor. Agents in black suits glanced at them warily from time to time.

"Remember, don't mind your own business..."

The man nodded, and Bucky looked at his shoulder straps. He was a major named Nathan Jones, with his hair tied into thick braids.

"As long as you know."

"Just walk around by yourselves, and remember, don't ask too many questions."

Bucky's eyes were somewhat teasing. Considering that he had just been bullied by this look not long ago, Nathan Jones shuddered immediately.

He nodded repeatedly, "I understand, you have always been with us!"

Bucky didn't want to be exposed so soon.

It's like playing hide-and-seek, and you feel anxious because you can't find the other person no matter how hard you try.

But we have to let the old guys in Pangu City know first.

He walked towards the manor alone.

I didn't go through the main gate, but went through the low wall on the side.

It's like the upper body floats over and the lower body flips over by itself.

Silence is the basic characteristic of ghosts.

There were about thirty agents walking back and forth on the green of the manor, and soon they became dull toys.

"This is a good place to brush up your proficiency."

The threshold for dual-color domineering is quite high. If you can master both, you would have to start as a major general in the navy. Naturally, these agents do not have such luxurious configuration.

Maybe there are agents in charge of Pangu City?

Buggy gave them a contract to be a gatekeeper, and then headed towards the Celestial Dragons' villa.

Perhaps because it was newly built, the villa looked bright and clean inside, without the half-worn feel of the castles Bucky had seen before.

It has more of a nouveau riche feel.

He saw several slaves wearing collars trying to clean up every speck of dust on the floor. They were working so hard that they didn't even dare to look up when Bucky walked past.

His body was shaking, but his hands were wiping the floor very hard.

Bucky lifted the chin of a slave, and the slave girl's eyes were fixed on the floor, as if there was some treasure there.

"Nothing new."

There is actually no difference between this woman and the toy he created.

He was complaining about these celestial dragons.

The first floor of Dabieye was empty, with only a few maids scrubbing the shiny and clean floor. Bucky saw that their kneecaps were rubbed bloody.

It seems that the Celestial Dragons living here should be on the second floor.

Bucky had no intention of liberating slaves. Unlike the slaves he had seen before, the slaves he saw now were fully domesticated.

I don't even have the courage to raise my head.

Only their trembling backs tell of the horrible "lessons" they had faced.

The handrail of the stairs is made of an unknown solid wood, inlaid with intricate gold threads.

Bucky tapped his fingers on the armrest a few times and heard a muffled echo.

The people above don't seem to notice yet.

After all, Buggy broke in so quickly that everyone who saw him turned into toys before they could even react, and the maids on the first floor didn't even have the courage to raise their heads to look at him.

But after reaching the second floor, Bucky's eyes suddenly lit up again.

A clown!
To be precise, it was a man wearing a clown mask, a collar around his neck, his upper body naked, and holding a wooden knife in his hand.

"Come on! Demon!"

"You will die today at the hands of Master Pulminger's sword!"

In contrast to this clown, Saint Purming wore a white robe of the Celestial Dragon, which was stained with blood.

In one hand he held the chain that connected the collar, and in the other he held an extremely ornate long sword with a blue gem inlaid on the blade. Saint Purming pulled it, and the clown staggered two steps, then picked up the knife and swept it randomly a few times.

He gritted his teeth, like a wild beast struggling desperately in a trap.

The Purming statue treated the clown's small wooden sword as a child's play and easily cut it off with a one-meter-long knife.

Raise it high again and chop it straight down!
Bright red blood spurted out.

The clown's arm was chopped off cleanly by the long knife.

The small wooden sword fell and the clown knelt on the ground, opening his mouth as if howling in pain, but no sound came out.

Is a mute.

"Is that all you can do, clown?"

"Show your arrogant attitude! When your bomb blew up my family's manor, did you ever think about today?"

"You must endure the pain a hundred times more!"

"I have trained slaves for five years, but they are all gone!"

Saint Purming was so immersed in the scene that he even pretended to jump back a few steps, as if he was afraid of the clown's counterattack.

However, when he jumped back, the chains on his hands were pulled along with him, and the clown was dragged to the ground.

It was covered in blood.

Some are left over from the past, and some are newly added.

"Humph!"

"He's just a clown."

Saint Purming found unspeakable satisfaction in the clown's silent screams, as if he had really chopped the clown down with a knife.

He exerted force on his hands and dragged the chain.

He pulled the clown in front of him and was about to step on him.

But there was a hand holding it up.

"navy?"

"Who allowed you to step in here!?"

Saint Purming was confused at first, but when he saw the uniform on Bucky, he immediately became arrogant again.

Without even waiting for Buggy to answer, the long knife in his hand stabbed straight at him.

"Compared to this, I think another issue is more important."

The long knife pierced through Buggy's heart, and he looked calm, "We have to make the duel fair. Do you know what fairness means?"

Saint Purming frowned. He had no idea about this word.

But the navy in front of him was very strange.

The long knife pierced his body, but no blood flowed out.

"Fair is fun. I promise, the next game will be fun!"

Bucky curled the corner of his mouth and took off the mask on the slave's face. There were no holes for the eyes in the mask.

The Celestial Dragons are facing off against a dumb and blind clown.

The clown's eyes were filled with pain and bloodshot, and there were more wounds on his body than just his left hand.

"How do you feel about fairness?"

Bucky chuckled and split the collar around his neck.

The clown visibly gasped. The collar was a size smaller than his neck, and it had been stuck into his flesh after being bound for so long.

Even if you use a key to open it, it will tear your flesh.

But it's nothing compared to Bucky's splitting ability.

"Hey! Any slave who removes his collar will be executed immediately in the Holy Land!"

Saint Purming's expression changed slightly, and he secretly took a few steps back.

There's something very wrong with this navy.

Some bad memories began to come flooding back.

"You're about to die, but there's still a choice. Are you interested in a second round?"

The Joker had lost too much blood for Bucky to save him, but compared to this, he would rather give him the chance to choose how to die.

"Or I can help you fight, as long as you ask."

The clown raised his head and hummed twice.

He didn't understand the navy's behavior.

"Because clowns help clowns."

Bucky grinned, smiling widely.

The clown also laughed, with tears in his eyes.

He propped himself up with one hand. He had a strong body with well-defined muscles, but most of his body was covered in blood.

Bucky gave him a knife that shone with a cold light.

There was a clang.

As Purming Saint retreated, he hit a vase, which fell to the floor and broke into dozens of pieces.

His face turned pale.

Shouting outside.

"No. 7! No. 8!"

"Quick, there's an intruder!"

The agents did not respond at all. They faithfully fulfilled the Joker's contract and paced back and forth in front of the door with their bodies made of building blocks.

However, the maid on the first floor suddenly stopped mopping the floor.

Some people wanted to raise their heads, but their necks, which had been drooping for a long time, had already become deformed, so they could only lift up their backs together and look towards the stairs to the second floor.

"What did you do, Marine?!"

Saint Purming's voice trembled, and he became panicked when the manor did not respond at all.

"I said it."

Bucky spread his hands, "Haha, how about a fair fight?"

Saint Purming was not stupid, so he didn't care about the duel and just wanted to run down the stairs.

But Bucky appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye and kicked him directly.

Saint Purming rolled twice, and when he raised his head, he saw the "clown" standing in front of him again.

The blood all over his body dried up and spread again, his breathing became as heavy as a cow, and finally his two eyes could be seen, shining brightly.

“Hey…hey hey!”

The "clown" grinned and laughed twice.

Walking over with heavy steps.

Saint Purming hurriedly picked up the long knife, "Don't come over here! I told you not to come over here!"

He waved his knife around, his panicked expression no different from the clown's before.

The Joker's pace suddenly quickened, as if he realized that his body and consciousness were about to be disconnected.

He just held the small knife with his backhand, and it touched the long knife that was swinging around, and then he directly used the blade of the small knife to block the blade of the long knife.

With a backhand-to-forehand spin, Saint Purming's delicate hands freed the knife handle.

The blade turned around and turned inwards, and was pressed horizontally by the "clown" with a knife.

Purming Saint tried to grab the handle of the knife again, but the blade cut into his neck before he could.

"Um... uh..."

He whimpered a few times, and all the air he had breathed in leaked out from the broken neck.

The Joker didn't seem to want to kill him like this.

After throwing the long knife away, he tore off a corner of Saint Purming's robe and stuffed it into the cut on his neck.

“Hey…hey hey hey!”

The "clown" looked at the dying Saint Purming with an expression that was simply bright, and his hoarse throat emitted a series of shrill laughs.

He used a knife to dismember Pulminger Saint piece by piece.

(End of this chapter)