One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 67 I am the clown!
The clown tilted his head and grinned, his squinting eyes seemed to be greeting the navy.

He even opened his hands as if waving at them, without any awareness that he was a prey.

This was not Grant's illusion.

But Bucky really thought so.

He was greeting his companions who were about to bring chaos to this quiet world.

The night sky is like a dark curtain with a half moon hanging on it.

Rows of dark green warships made the waters around the island extremely turbulent.

The several pirate ships trapped near the port were like prey caught in a trap, and it seemed like they had no chance of escape.

But for Bucky, this is the opening horn of the game.

He reached out and touched his shoulder, and a furry head bumped into him.

"Our game also needs a background. Well, a background that can highlight the core of the game is also a very important factor for the playability of our game."

He tilted his head and spoke to the nightmare tapir behind him.

For a mythical beast like the Nightmare Tapir, even a natural barrier like the Red Earth Continent is nothing.

"Moo-"

The nightmare tapir rubbed his palm a few times, knowing full well its status as a tool animal.

After a soft roar, it blended into the night.

It likes foggy environments.

And Bucky needs it to add a background to his game that is enough to arouse suspicion in people's hearts.

Well, suspicion.

An interesting word.

As for the launch of the game.

Of course he had to come in person.

Bucky didn't want to miss such a happy moment.

His eyes kept wandering over the surging waters that were pushing the dark green warships.

"Come on, closer, closer."

Bucky muttered, his eyes seeming to measure the distance between them.

"What does he want to do?!"

Dauberman looked at the guy in confusion.

But I soon realized that such thoughts were completely unnecessary.

Trying to figure out a madman's thoughts?

What's the difference between that and a madman?

He then silently measured how far the three-barreled turret on the bow deck could reach.

As long as we get close enough, let the artillery fire directly drown this clown.

This way there is no need to consider the issue of contact.

The intelligence coming directly from the top can still allow Doberman to maintain a certain degree of caution.

Especially those CP agents.

They seemed particularly afraid of this clown.
The warship came closer as it swayed.

The eleven warships did not advance in unison, but surrounded the enemy like a pocket.

There are four warships closest to the port.

There was one ship under Doberman and one ship named Vergo from the G5 branch. The first warship that had the riot was also G5, and the navy there were all reckless.

In addition, the warship next to Doberman is the one that carries the Commodore "Black" Hinai.

The other party also got a promotion after the war.

The other ship is an agent from the CP organization.

A CP0 wearing a white mask is already one of the strongest fighters of the CP organization in the New World.

There was originally a CP9 team that had great potential, but it was beaten to pieces by the Straw Hat Pirates on Judicial Island.

The distance should be about the same.
Let me be buried here.

Dauberman's face darkened, and he raised one hand, ready to give the order.

Then I saw the clown Buggy standing on the observation deck grinning.

Tear off the clothes in front of your chest.

His entire body was covered in black explosives, and he was holding a lighter in his hand.

"What do you mean, are you planning to commit suicide?!"

Dauberman said in confusion. On the contrary, CP0, who was wearing a mask that looked like a stuffed bear, suddenly became nervous.

"No, no! This guy is the user of the Split Fruit, and at this distance, he is going to self-destruct. He wants to contaminate us!"

The pollution of the devil!
The experience of the CP0 codenamed "Owl" has been spread among CP0s as a case study.

The terrible consequences of contact with the clown are what they call demonic contamination.

Or rather, the Joker Virus!
"Quick, retreat!"

"Otherwise, fire and sink that guy!"

The masked man gave orders in a panicked tone.

Bucky on the observation deck was still unhurried.

He knew the Navy and the agents would see him.

"You are welcome to play my game in return"

"Just let's watch the fireworks together."

Bucky said with a grin. Although his voice was not loud, the agent should be able to guess the meaning based on his lip movements.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Hawkins and the guy with long arms who had been staying at the port.

They joined together and the trajectory of the original plot is somewhat similar.

Then let’s do it together.

The lighter lit the fuse.

Bucky opened his hands, enjoying the process of blowing himself up.

He has to blow himself up far enough.

He planned to detonate the emotions of the eleven naval fleets, including the two pirate gangs, in front of him by himself!
Crazy idea!
But it's fun!

Either Buggy explodes first, or everyone goes crazy together!

Well, welcome to the clown gang!
Let’s laugh together!

Fortunately, there were enough warships, otherwise Buggy would have to worry about too many of his parts falling into the sea, which would not be easy to recover.

The sparks touched the black powder in the blink of an eye.

A hissing sound.

Exceptionally gorgeous fireworks suddenly bloomed in the night sky.

If they say that what is exploding are fireworks, then they are fireworks. Lord Buggy always keeps his word.

"fireworks?"

When Grant saw the brilliant fireworks in the night sky, his eyes couldn't help but become a little dazed.

The light flashed across the night sky.

The bright beads in the fireworks lost their luster after burning fully and fell down in vain.

Grant played with fireworks a lot when he was a child, so he was familiar with this thing.

He touched the top of his head and found that a few bright beads had just fallen there.

But for no reason, the old captain's words came to his mind again.

The old captain had served the Navy for decades, but in Dauberman's eyes he had no weight at all.

In a world where individual combat power is infinitely expanding, this is something that most ordinary people have to learn to accept.

Grant used to think so too, because he considered himself to be among the extraordinary.

Things seem different now.

You are the prey.

An extremely absurd feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

Every word spoken by the Celestial Dragon in the newspaper was spinning in his mind.

"We pick directly from the Navy."

"Choose some naive and hardworking guys, and let them go to the hunting grounds in advance in the name of special training."

“Well sometimes we also say it’s for the mission.”

"But in the files, we will write it as defection."

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Am I not that naive and hardworking guy?

Am I not the clown who is looked at as a joke by others, who can take away and discard him at will?

I am such a ridiculous clown!

Might as well blow the fuck up!!
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