One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 241 Turbulent Ocean Currents

New world.

On the Red Force ship, several pirates were running around.

"Captain, Captain!"

"The clown is out again!"

The pirates were holding the latest newspaper, with nearly half of the page used to display the Joker's declaration to the World Government in Marijoa.

I also selected a photo of Bucky standing in front of the camera with a cold look in his eyes and a joking smile on his face and placed it in the upper left corner.

"This guy..." Shanks sat on the barrel, crossed his legs, took the newspaper and read it for a while before shaking his head, "He's getting worse and worse."

"Maybe he will become our final competitor."

"Ugh!"

"Didn't the Joker go to the Holy Land? Why would he be our competitor?"

"Hey, hey! If you're going to be so childish, don't call yourself my companion anymore."

The one who spoke was the chef, Lachi Lu, whose chin was bulging three or four times when he laughed.

"We've been to Marinford before, and now we're still moving forward. Pirates, how could we not yearn for the great secret treasure?"

"Maybe the Joker went to the Holy Land because the Celestial Dragons collected a piece of red historical text."

Hearing the chef's words, Shanks suddenly felt relieved. "Hahaha, that's indeed possible. That guy will never give up his dream."

He didn't smile in a very authentic manner, and his patterned cropped trousers and baggy white shirt gave him a ruffian vibe.

"The Joker and the Boss are both trainee crew members on the Pirate King's ship!"

"That will be interesting, a showdown between two trainee crew members!"

"Hey, Rampal, will you be this powerful in the future?"

His companions also started to make fun of him.

A trainee crew member named Rampal was on the ship, about fourteen years old. He smiled shyly when he heard the chef's teasing.

Amid the laughter, only Shanks' expression restrained slightly. He lowered his head, and it was unknown what he was thinking secretly.

Luffy... needs to grow up quickly.

"Boss, boss!"

The pirate who first took out the newspaper stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Shanks to call his attention back.

"Boss, should we intervene in this war?"

"Let the Joker and the Celestial Dragons give us some face!"

"Don't say childish things." Ship's deputy, Beckman, came out of the cabin with a cigarette in his hand. "We are not saints."

"What about last time..."

The pirate murmured unwillingly.

He joined the Red Hair Pirates because of their domineering mediation at the top battlefield, so naturally he wanted to see the same side again.

Last time it was Marinford, this time it was Marijoa.

They both start with “马”, so there shouldn’t be much difference, right?
"Last time it was because of Whitebeard's ability."

Shanks didn't hide it either, he swung his legs twice and said, "A man who can destroy the world is no joke."

"The balance of this ocean is very fragile. Moreover, if the world is destroyed, our journey will be unsustainable."

As he was talking, he stood up again and could see the outline of a small island in the distance.

Shanks lowered his head and smiled softly.

"That guy Buggy wouldn't do such a thing. It's the Five Elders who should be worried, not us."

"If I have to say, Zephyr is more troublesome than that guy."

……

"Teacher Zefa, we have found a craftsman for coating!"

FOOD…Island.

Ian trotted from the direction of the town towards the port.

The port here is very special, as if it was poured with a bucket of cold water during a sudden prosperity, leaving behind piles of half-burned ashes.

Well, the clown did it.

Shortly after Buggy came to prominence and before the news of the Battle of the Fog had spread, countless bounty hunters and pirates put on a show for the Joker here for a bounty of 3 billion.

The result of the performance is that under the slightly west-facing sun, the sea surface looks as bright as a red glow.

When the sea water surged, many ship wreckages were pushed onto the beach.

On the beach, there were more and more dilapidated ship wreckage and dead bones, as if they had been ravaged by some large creatures.

It is now a nest for seabirds.

Zefa was sitting next to one of the nests, cross-legged, watching time slip away before his eyes.

This is already a seventy-four-year-old man.

Every time he saw this scene, Ain felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

Although he was already in his twilight years, he still managed to hold on and lead them all the way to the island.

Unfortunately, my ability has no effect on a strong person like the teacher...

"Teacher." Standing in front of Zefa, Ian put away his weak look again, "The coating craftsman at the port said that the entire coating process will take at least five days."

"Besides, he also gave us a few warnings."

"Well, what did you say?"

There was no disdain in Zefa's eyes. When it came to diving, he was definitely not as familiar with it as these craftsmen who had been coating here for years.

"The seabed has become chaotic. The ocean currents that pass directly under the Red Earth Continent have become extremely turbulent. In the past, either no ships were seen coming, or the ones that came were pirate ships that had safely crossed the natural chasm."

"It's different now."

"Ships often come up, but nine out of ten are wreckage left after being ravaged by the current."

"The luckiest one is also in tatters."

"The coating is not safe anymore."

Ian relayed the coating craftsman's original words truthfully.

Only after that did I talk about the information I had collected.

"Teacher, what is certain is that these changes are all related to the destroyed Fishman Island ten thousand meters below the sea."

"That's not unexpected."

Zefa was wearing a pair of cat-eye sunglasses, and half of his purple hair had turned gray.

"The location of that island is too critical, especially after I learned some future situations from Vegapunk."

Zefa chuckled a few times, his eyes flying away along the sea breeze, no one knew what he was looking at.

"I'm sorry, Ein, but in the end I still couldn't completely kill Whitebeard II."

"You can't blame the teacher for this!"

Ain's face turned serious. "It's because Binz and I are not strong enough to keep them."

After getting the murderous medicine, Zefa did a lot of things.

The first one is revenge.

Zefa is already half buried in the ground. If he doesn’t avenge the training ship, he will take the regret to his grave.

Unfortunately, Whitebeard II's mother was very cunning and let the two of them escape.

Of course, this may also be because Zefa himself has poor endurance. Once the effect of the murderous potion wore off, his breath almost couldn't be stabilized.

"And teacher, we have obtained enough power rocks as planned."

“We can truly transform this world!”

Hearing this, Zefa became alert for a rare time. There were only two things he wanted to do while dragging his remaining body.

"Haha, five days... I hope Borsalino won't catch up so quickly. We can make some more preparations."

"Maybe we should make a backup plan." Ain had a relieved smile on his face. It was not easy to be chased by the admiral of the navy.

"Don't we have an ally? He should be interested in things like this."

Ian remembered the Joker's most recent live broadcast, which was yesterday evening. He wondered how Marijoa was doing now?

……

"Cresswell Saint, that's my name."

"Don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything!"

Cresswell, the Celestial Dragon held hostage by Buggy, begged in a very humble tone. There was no trace of the arrogance of the Celestial Dragons that looked down on others.

Cresswell Saint thought it was very reasonable for him to give in at this time.

The previous arrogance was because no one had ever dared to offend the dignity of the Celestial Dragons, regardless of right or wrong, and no one had ever heard of a Celestial Dragon being killed.

But everything changed after the Joker showed up.

The Celestial Dragons will really die.

It was an extremely cowardly way to die, being hacked to death one by one by those lowly pariahs in front of the whole world. This was even more difficult for these Celestial Dragons to accept than dying at the hands of a clown.

"Well, can you tell me what methods those hypocritical navy used to make you perform such a ridiculous performance?"

"To be honest, you might be able to find a job in a circus. I have experience in this field."

Bucky folded his arms, taking his time.

The street sweeping work must continue at least until nightfall.

Nightfall is not the end, but the beginning of another round of large-scale search.

A large number of navy and CP organizations swept through Marijoa again and again like a fishing net, as if they would not stop until the clown was caught.

With so many people involved, it wouldn't be a problem if Buggy disappeared halfway, after all, he was just a team leader responsible for searching for his traces near Tianlongmen.

Well, raid yourself.

really interesting.

At his glance, Saint Cresswell began to recount his tragic experience.

He was originally a member of the Celestial Dragon family who lived in harmony and could ride a slave to roam around. But once he met the clown...

All the family members and slaves were gone.

The huge explosion took away the lives of many Celestial Dragons.

All that was left was Cresswell Saint himself.

He is the only descendant of one of the twenty kings!

When the Five Elders were selecting people, they saw that this one was good!

Without any worries, no one will have any objection if I die.

A definite innate holy body for fishing!
As Saint Cresswell spoke, his eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at the clown.

Bucky didn't spoil him.

After stretching his arms and legs, he gave the celestial dragon a good beating.

Then he pulled up the collar, "Okay, now tell me, who caused you to have such a bad day?"

"Is it me?"

Saint Cresswell wanted to nod, but shook his head hastily.

It hurts, but I’m also afraid of dying.

"Then it's very simple."

"You didn't actually do anything wrong. You didn't even do anything." Bucky's tone softened and he found support for Cresswell Saint.

When people are in pain, they always look for a reason.

Yourself, someone or fate.

Just like when the internal conflicts of an empire cannot be suppressed, it is necessary to find an external enemy in time to divert the conflicts away.

The same can be said for Cresswell Saint.

His pain, suffering and sorrow were intertwined. He wanted to blame the clown, but was afraid of being beaten, so he could only find another object to blame.

It can't be my own problem, right?

impossible!
"It's Yimu and her five elders."

Bucky said patiently, "They are the ones who caused your tragic fate."

"They saw your weakness and wanted to take advantage of you. When they saw that this operation was bound to fail, they pushed you out again."

"They actually just want you to die in my hands."

"But we...we can't let them have their way."

Bucky patted Saint Cresswell's shoulder and saw the change in his eyes over his pig-like face.

Well, if he couldn't transform himself, he would have to take some direct measures.

It doesn't seem necessary.

"What should I do?" Cresswell Saint sobbed, and the pain in his heart found an outlet and rushed out of the gate to form hatred.

There is one very important point here.

It depends on Saint Cresswell's own judgment. He thinks that what the clown said is all true and not a single word is false.

He is terrified of clowns and hates those of his kind who pushed him out.

"Don't worry, we still have fun."

Bucky asks about Cresswell Saint's family estate.

In the newly built area, he took a quick look around and did two other things.

One was to plant a bomb on Cresswell Saint.

The second is to improve the proficiency of the Childlike Fun Fruit on CP agents and navy officers.

But just after he dropped Cresswell Saint off at his own home, the guy confessed another thing.

About Devil Fruits.

The Celestial Dragons possess the most Devil Fruits in the world, enough that they can feed their slaves and use them for their own amusement. However, other than the Five Elders, no Celestial Dragon is a user of special abilities.

It is even difficult to say whether the forms of the Five Elders are the abilities of their fruits.

why?
Do the Celestial Dragons look down upon the powers of Devil Fruits?
Or is it that they collectively love swimming?

Saint Cresswell also has only a vague understanding.

He only knew that the Celestial Dragons did not eat Devil Fruits in order to avoid the curse of the sea.

It is said that it is related to the national treasure they hold.

Bucky disliked the Riddler the most.

He was beaten again on the spot.

Saint Cresswell's resentment towards the Five Elder Stars doubled.

Especially at night when there was no one around, he would hate her even more when he thought about how this happened to him was deliberately arranged by the Five Elders because they saw that he was alone.

Damn the Five Elders!

Bucky was quiet for three days.

This is not an easy thing for him, but fortunately he can see the hustle and bustle in Pangu City every day.

The time bomb exploded step by step.

There will be no more bombs after today.

However, there are still nine days left until the half-month mark.

Im and the Five Elders still have very good strategic determination and have not wavered until now.

On the contrary, it is the Celestial Dragons who are more shaken.

He was not instigated like Saint Cresswell. During these three days, Buggy also captured two Celestial Dragons who came out of Pangu City.

Go with Cresswell Saint.

The Navy and the Five Elders are also confused now.

There are constant time bombs in Pangu City, and sailors and agents keep disappearing outside the city... Where is this Joker hiding?