One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Sengoku gently wiped his nose, composing himself completely.

As a marshal, he had long been accustomed to not revealing his thoughts to his subordinates or the World Government.

“I understand, but the existence of slavery is still illegal as declared by the World Government, at least from our perspective, what Aaron did.”

But this was a good dream, and the Warring States period wanted it to last a little longer.

"The CCP organization will not tolerate this either."

Beside him, Vice Admiral Tsuru, the white-haired Chief of Naval Staff, gave a reminder.

She was giving a reminder to the Warring States period.

If the navy doesn't handle this matter promptly...

The CCP organization will deal with that in a more brutal way.

I seem to have become a bit indecisive because of the newspaper headline.

Zhan Guo shook his head and made a self-deprecating remark.

Then, in an unquestionable tone, he said:

"Notify the World Economic News Agency to cease reporting this news article and, at the same time, to confiscate this newspaper throughout the island!"

"At the same time, block news of the human auction venue and don't give our enemies any chance."

As for Yaro…

He flipped a page of a file on the desktop, on which was pasted a picture of Yaro's somewhat youthful face.

“His promotion was irregular, and I recommend that he be recalled to headquarters for questioning.”

There are certainly problems with Yarrow's promotion.

A marine who hadn't even killed many pirates was promoted to the rank of lieutenant commander in just two or three years.

He's almost on par with the Navy King.

However, as long as the higher-ups don't mind, these things are fine.

If you start arguing, you'll find fault with everything.

I disagree.

A government official in a black suit stood up.

"This is no longer an internal problem of your navy."

"This major is suspected of murdering nobles from member states and plundering their legal property. His actions are no different from those of a pirate!"

"This is none of your business!"

Sengoku was equally unceremonious. He was, after all, a naval admiral. How could a mere official make him change his mind?

"This is the opinion of the Five Elders."

The official said something indifferently.

Is this really the opinion of the Five Elders?

Not necessarily.

Given their position, they shouldn't need to concern themselves with such matters.

But they wouldn't object to such opinions.

Sengoku's face showed no change, but he felt somewhat disappointed.

Justice reigns supreme.

The navy, under the control of the World Government, is simply incapable of achieving this.

Recalling Yaro back to headquarters was itself a form of protection for him.

"Then suspend him from his duties temporarily, pending investigation."

The crane standing nearby offered a relatively moderate suggestion.

"Another topic of today's meeting is the issue of what to do with the pirate Ace..."

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Sicily had a very bad night's sleep.

Whether it was the barrage of phone calls from the Navy and high-ranking officials of the World Government, or Pakistan's hurtful words.

All of this left him feeling utterly exhausted.

Unfortunately, it was quite noisy outside the base early in the morning.

"Why is it so noisy outside? Have we been invaded by pirates?!"

He had a stern face and was extremely unhappy.

The nobleman died, and so did his future.

Forget about his future; he'd be lucky to keep his current position.

"Major General!"

Diouf rushed over from the base gate, holding a crumpled newspaper in his hand.

"Sir, they say the navy is going to liberate the slaves, is that true?"

"Liberate slaves?!"

Sicily suddenly became aware of the situation.

The last person who shouted for the liberation of slaves is now nothing but dust!

He almost cried out repeatedly, "No, I didn't!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 20 Participation

This is the first time the naval base in District 66 has been this lively.

Beneath the imposing concrete walls, a large crowd had gathered from various parts of the Sabaody Archipelago, waving the day's newspapers published by the World Economic News Agency, their jubilant demeanor as if celebrating a grand festival.

Of course, for them, it makes no difference.

Such jubilant sounds were even more jarring to the ears of Sicilians than the shouts of pirates.

The Navy would never respond in this way!

We can't let this news continue to spread!

His expression grew increasingly cold.

Sympathy, such emotions, will only affect a soldier's judgment on the battlefield.

However, what prompted him to make that decision was also an order from the Navy Headquarters.

Expecting a massive machine that has been running for eight hundred years to reverse its enormous inertia is simply a pipe dream.

"Diuf, use the high-pressure water cannon to disperse the crowd!"

Sicily has no intention of getting involved in things that would easily draw public criticism.

"What about the newspaper?" the lizard-headed man asked.

"Someone will take care of it."

"By the way, bring over those gangs from your lawless areas too, and create some disturbances on the outskirts."

Sicily stroked his pointed beard, his tone growing increasingly sinister.

He now has to work hard to keep his position.

Whoosh—

Water cannons on the gray-white high wall sprayed down at the jubilant crowd below.

A bucket of cold water was poured directly onto their foreheads.

"Isn't this a little cruel to them?"

To Baki's surprise, it was Jacques, not Swann who had just escaped slavery, who felt compassion.

This sergeant, who was clearly being obsequious yet trying hard to maintain his self-respect.

What kind of cruelty?

Give people a beautiful, false hope, and then extinguish it.

"Don't leave any tenderness in this cruel world, my sergeant," Bucky kindly advised.

He changed into a purple suit, a slightly fitted style.

Jacques and the others also changed into similar casual clothes.

The white naval uniform makes it all the more easy to stand out in a crowd at this moment.

"This is a survival rule I learned in an interesting city."

His tone carried a hint of nostalgia.

Gotham City, though equally rife with crime, at least did not retain such backward practices as slavery.

Another difference is...

The citizens of Gotham City have developed a high tolerance for evil.

Well, even an old lady who just shakily carried her laundry basket out of the laundry room in the morning might suddenly pull out an AK and start shooting.

"However, an old friend of mine taught me an interesting fact."

"The truth?" Swan turned his head, his bright eyes filled with curiosity.

From the moment they left the iron cage, their eyes were no longer filled with despair, but began to actively explore.

As for whether it's cruel...

Swan believed that all of Bucky's actions were correct.