One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The small boat is moored on the shore.

The islands with naval presence are clearly more orderly, and after nightfall, you can see scattered lights on in the nearby towns.

If this were a town where pirates had planted their flags, it would be party time right now, with everything brightly lit.

The base marked with naval insignia is on the left side of the town, which is obviously in a better location, with a circular bay and three warships anchored there.

The lighthouse, its beams spinning like pillars, swept across the sea.

"Well done."

Bucky made a couple of compliments, and outside the box, a cloud of gas gathered and formed the shape of a body—a headless body—before walking towards the base.

"Sir, what...what is he going to do?"

"Of course, it's to have fun."

"Cheer up, you're here to collect your money."

Bucky gave the other person some pointers, then put on a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Yes, keep this smile, then walk to the base gate and politely knock three times, like this, knock knock knock, then when you see someone, say, 'The Joker's head has been delivered, the bounty of 3.2 billion, we agreed to split it 19/10, hahaha.'"

This guy's crazy...

Javier was sweating profusely and terrified, but he still followed the Joker's instructions and headed towards the base gate.

If someone wasn't insane, how could they possibly rip off their own head and use it to pay a bounty on someone's head?

Their landing point was on the back of the island, with shallow reefs and shallow water, making it unsuitable as a port.

Fortunately, there weren't many people around.

Havel shook his head in relief, hugged the box to his chest, and started jogging.

It's already night. I wonder if the base still accepts bounty hunters?

Javier and the others didn't stay overnight, and the Joker had no such intention either.

He went into town.

The streets were lit by scattered lights at night, and naval soldiers in white uniforms walked by from time to time, using the light as a guide.

This is the New World, the Navy's G1 branch.

It was the first nail they drove into this pirate-infested world, connecting the Red Line behind them and Mary Geoise above.

Its position in the navy is second only to the newly rebuilt headquarters.

It also has extraordinary significance for world governments.

The long-term stable environment and convenient transportation have made the streets here exceptionally wide, with houses lining both sides. Havel felt that one street was even bigger than his original town.

At first, Javier instinctively avoided the patrolling navy, but only after being mocked twice by the clown did he realize it.

He didn't have a bounty on him at all; he was a pirate who hadn't even managed to get a bounty. He deserved to die.

I am now a bounty hunter.

He cheered himself up.

He mustered up his courage and walked up to the navy.

Before he could even speak, he was immediately restrained by several soldiers.

The reason is simple: Javier's image is terrible, and he even showed up in the middle of the night. It's definitely the right thing to arrest someone like that.

"Wait, I'm a bounty hunter!"

"I brought a pirate's head!"

He shouted repeatedly, but several sailors still looked on with suspicion.

Javier felt he had stepped out of the Joker's script in an unexpected way.

He was immediately captured by several naval personnel and taken back to base.

He was locked in a cell with only a dim light.

"We can talk about it tomorrow. You can stay here tonight!"

The officer with rank said with a stern face.

Their footsteps faded into the distance.

You can also faintly hear a childish voice asking:

"Boss, if this guy really is a bounty hunter, it wouldn't be right for us to lock him up here for no reason, would it?"

"Ha, what a bounty hunter!"

The naval officers with rank saw it much more clearly: "That's a hyena, who knows where it touched its head from!"

"Colonel, you're busy with recruitment, you don't have time for this hyena. Or do you want to bother Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel?"

"I wouldn't dare..."

The servant lowered his head and replied weakly.

A naval base has at least several thousand people, so it's impossible for the flying squirrels to oversee everything. Mid-level officers also take on their respective responsibilities.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow when the Colonel is available."

"Sigh, it's been half a month since the conscription started, and we haven't seen many strong men, but there are quite a few old, weak, sick and disabled ones."

The officer shook his head and began to talk about some things that had happened during the day.

"I even saw an old blind man come by today, saying he also wanted to join the army. It was hilarious."

The sound grew fainter and fainter, and Havel's expression grew increasingly bitter.

His abilities are certainly not enough to escape this prison, so he will have to continue to suffer at the gambling table.

It's like the agonizing wait after you've gone all in, waiting for the dealer to open the hand, only to have the sexy dealer suddenly yawn and say she's going to take a nap and open the hand again tomorrow.

It's so uncomfortable.

"Sir, what should we do next?"

"Then try knocking on the door again first thing tomorrow morning."

"I think the reason things turned out this way tonight is because you didn't knock."

Bucky gave him a serious piece of advice.

If Javier knocked on the door seriously, he would have run out the clown's name.

Yes, he promised.

The base will be in a state of emergency within three minutes.

This is pretty much the kind of commotion Smoker and his crew wanted, right?

As soon as there's news of his appearance, the G1 branch will definitely keep dangerous things like Dynamic Rock and the Clown away from them.

This would give Zephyr and his team a chance to find a place where there is currently a large amount of Power Rock or where Power Rock can be manufactured.

The navy has always been reluctant to use this stuff.

They might be brewing something big.

A small amount of dynamic rock is not enough to sway the clown; he can achieve a similar effect by blowing himself up.

"Yes Yes."

Havel responded with a wry smile.

Following a crazy big shot has its pros and cons.

The advantage is that it always makes people feel at ease.

Aside from the mad boss himself, there's nothing more dangerous.

The downside is that there's no one to discuss it with.

Difficult!

Javier, his eyes still red, clutched the box containing the head tightly. He wasn't afraid of being robbed, but he was more afraid that the head inside would grow legs and run away.

This is not impossible.

In that case, I would truly have nothing left.

Havel looked anxious, while the oil lamp gradually dimmed.

The night grew deeper.

The clown is still busy.

He always enriches himself in this way.

The headless bodies each went about their own business.

White mist also rose from the sea, intertwining with neon-colored air masses to form a thick fog that even sunlight could not penetrate.

"Aren't you open today?"

A blind old man, wearing wooden clogs, poked the familiar wooden door a few times with a stick in his hand.

This place should have been wide open.

"Don't people who run gambling dens need to sleep?"

"It's not even dawn yet!"

The wooden door opened slightly, and a head peeked out, saying rudely.

"It's not dawn yet?"

"Are you kidding me, bro?"

Yi Xiao was stunned for a moment. He always woke up at this time every day. It should be bright outside now. Even on a cloudy day, the gambling dens would still be open.

"Hey, I almost forgot you're blind!"

"I told you, it's still pitch black outside, you can't see anything!"

"I'm sure I can catch up on two more hours of sleep!"