One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

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Chapter 156 Biological Bomb

"Is Lord Clown serious?"

Bai Xing stared blankly, feeling as if the overwhelming darkness of the knowledge had defiled her.

But... they used methods like having the fishmen chisel the bottom of the boat, steal fresh water, drop flags to frame others, and pull each other underwater.

It sounds really useful!

This is the right way to play the Murloc race!

Whose fish-man is going ashore to fight humans in a strength contest?

Shirahoshi glanced sideways at Jinbe in the distance.

Bucky wasn't very interested in her inner thoughts.

Caesar is now able to produce the deadly drug ES and artificial Devil Fruits on the giant ship, since the equipment from the original research institute has been transferred to the ship.

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

Bucky won't let the demon go just because it's hiding.

Fortunately, Caesar gave a timely affirmative answer.

He then straddled Monet's back.

I brought her along specifically for this purpose.

It comes with big wings.

He had no intention of showing any mercy or chivalry towards women.

The Joker gang exists solely to serve his game.

"Let's go, let's go to Dressrosa."

"Love and passion...heh, hopefully it won't give you hope."

This pose is somewhat humiliating.

However, Bucky can partially vaporize his body, which doesn't pose much of a burden for Monet.

“Young... Mr. Clown, you can actually hold me tighter.”

Monet looked at the gas surrounding his waist.

He said it in a very serious tone.

"We are family, and family members don't need to be too reserved with each other."

Bucky frowned.

Compared to the two Don Quixote family members who followed him, he was much gentler when invading Monet's mental world.

But something doesn't seem quite right.

Her ears are still so red.

“My family…” he murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips. “You’d better not think that way.”

He gently stroked the ends of Monet's hair.

Bright red lips pressed against her earlobe.

His voice was cold.

"Their fates were not good."

"Let's go."

"Oh."

Monet lowered his head, a hint of disappointment in his expression.

She buried her ears in her long hair, then flapped her wings and took flight, her off-white wings drawing a white vortex in the sky.

The blue and white sky swept past them.

Bucky was holding a permanent pointer.

He would point out directions every now and then.

Once away from the islands with their fixed climates, the oceans of the New World immediately revealed their chaotic nature.

Blizzards, freezing rain, thunderstorms, and drought have been occurring one after another.

Fortunately, both of them are Logia-type Devil Fruit users, so as long as they don't fall into the sea, the weather will have a limited impact on them.

"About ten years ago, Doflamingo appeared at the palace with his subordinates and made a request to the old king."

There's not much to say about the sea and the sky except for the changing weather, so Monet simply took the initiative to talk about the history of the Don Quixote family's rise to power.

"He demanded that the old king raise 10 billion peso for him within a day, or he would attack the country."

"Isn't the navy going to do anything about it?"

“Never mind.” Monet shook her head. “At that time, Doflamingo was already one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and also a Celestial Dragon.”

"Therefore, the king could only plead with his people to hand over all their cash to him."

"But that's also what Doflamingo wanted to achieve."

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

“When the common people were utterly disappointed with the old king, I opened the gates of the King’s Highlands and let them in.”

Monet's memory of this is very clear.

But then, her delicate brows furrowed.

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

Her logic has become contradictory once again.

My goal is to drive Doflamingo insane, so why am I helping him?

Seeing that the single-person plane was starting to think and was at 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 will panic.

"and after?"

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

He even licked the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:

"Later, we started wars in many countries. Those foolish nobles had the most shamelessness. With just a little provocation, they could drag a country into the quagmire of war!"

"Weapons became indispensable to them!"

"And then, my country was no longer poor."

"They no longer need to pay the Heavenly Gold; they only need to work in the factory to have enough to eat."

"We also found a very suitable young worker."

"All it takes is holding a knife to their throats and threatening them a couple of times to earn countless Pyrrhic victory for the family..."

This story sounds similar to the businesses owned by the Gotham City mob.

That makes sense, though, since both are mafia families.

These types of families often share similar characteristics.

They would place exceptional importance on being a member of the family and on the family's honor, even above so-called morality or law, if they had any.

This is a business model dominated by violence and conspiracy.

The main products sold are the same three items.

This is not uncommon in Gotham City.

"It's such a nostalgic atmosphere."

Bucky narrowed his eyes.

"He must have received my gift."

The Kingdom of Dressrosa.

Beneath the towering King's Heights.

The town is arranged in a hierarchical manner around the highlands, with buildings of varying heights. Next to the red terracotta tile roofs are large, iron-gray factories.

The bustling town and the arms industry are combined.

It was strange yet harmonious.

Hidden along both sides of Lover's Street are many charming little shops with flamboyant decorations.

Don't get me wrong, these are legitimate dance halls.

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

"There have been a lot more tourists from other places lately, and the dancers' business is booming."

Some people outside were making a fuss.

Night had not yet fallen.

The dancers in the dance hall also like to chat outside for a while to pass the time.

"Hey, those pirates are really rough!"

"But they're also very generous."

“That’s right.” A short-haired dancer smiled sweetly.