One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The servant felt incredibly happy today.

It's that kind of happiness where you wake up unexpectedly in the early morning, only to find that you can sleep for a few more hours.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Leaving the gambling den, Yixiao tapped the earth and stones with his cane, using the sound to determine his location.

"Let's go to the base and take a look. I didn't explain things clearly to the guys yesterday, so we need to show them what we can do today."

In the thick fog, Yi Xiao could only hear the sound of his own footsteps. The whole town seemed to be still asleep, dull and deathly silent.

He followed the route he had noted down yesterday and walked to the small gate next to the main gate of the naval base.

He reached out and knocked three times.

dong dong dong-

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 170 Neither Justice nor Freedom

Is this night?

Fujitora felt that it was even quieter than usual at night, and the air seemed a little stuffy, like the air on a mountain peak he had once climbed.

I still feel a bit stuffy in my chest.

There was no response from inside the gate for a long time.

Fujitora could only knock a few more times.

The thumping echoes were particularly clear in the thick fog.

"Good morning...it's still early..."

Finally, a soldier pushed aside the others, his eyes narrowed.

I am very reluctant to part with it.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

“There shouldn’t be this much fog in G1. Normally, it should be sunny and hot by now.”

The ocean's climate is unpredictable, while the island's climate tends to remain relatively stable. The island where the G1 base is located has no name and is usually referred to simply as G1.

But there has never been a history of foggy weather.

It's so intense that you forget about time.

This shouldn't be the case. Even if the biological clock is off, the mechanical clock should still serve as a reminder. Besides, Yixiao could smell something unpleasant in the fog.

The naval soldier was much more awake and rubbed his eyes.

Are you teaching me how to do things?

Being suddenly woken up is unpleasant enough, but it's even worse when the blind person who woke me up seemed to be making a big fuss about it.

The soldiers felt their professionalism was being challenged.

He smiled, sighed softly, and continued:

Could you please check the time?

He has a pretty good temper; if it were any other soldier or pirate, they would have twisted the other person's head off and started talking to him by now.

The soldier looked suspicious, but still took the advice and glanced back.

It's...10 AM now!

But it's as dark outside as midnight!

"Even if it's not dawn, people will still wake up, just like me. However, as we've traveled, the air here at the base seems even thinner."

"People in this state may have difficulty discerning the situation."

Yixiao continued to explain that he had been lucky last night, spending more time at the gambling den with the same amount of money.

Although he still lost everything, he had no intention of taking the money out of the casino.

He has ways to win, but he prefers to rely on luck.

The result of bad luck was that I lost everything every time.

So he only sets a fixed amount for himself each day, and leaves once he's lost it all.

As a result, when I returned last night, no hotels were open, so I had to make do on a park bench near the woods.

"The air is thin..."

The soldier took a deep breath, but the tightness in his chest did not lessen at all, and his head did feel throbbing.

He only hesitated for a moment.

He quickly turned around and ran from the small door to the sentry post.

The sharp, short whistle broke the silence of the thick fog.

The red alert light suddenly illuminated the entire base.

"what happened!!"

Javier immediately stood up and hugged the empty box to his chest, which was his support as he turned over.

"Hahaha... I thought you could sleep until the second night arrived."

Bucky said something indifferently.

This was going to be a busy night for him.

He filled the town with gas, while also having to be careful of accidental open flames that might spoil his fun.

This is no easy task.

Fortunately, things are almost back to normal now.

"Alright, you can go knock on the door now."

He gave his advice very seriously.

"This...door?"

Hearing the alarm outside, Havel pushed the iron door in front of him again, and heard a crash as the prison door collapsed.

Outside.

The naval forces are rapidly assembling.

The flying squirrel twisted the bow tie on its shirt, looking quite serious.

The fog, its origin unknown, enveloped the entire base and surrounding town under the cover of night.

What angered him even more was that the sentries hadn't noticed anything either.

However, his expression soon turned even more gloomy.

After the lights were turned on one by one, people noticed that several large characters had been painted in red on the training ground in the center of the base.

Do not use open flames.

Who is this?!

Which pirate is so arrogant!

Not only did they run into the naval base, but they also sprayed these words in red paint!

Damn it, forget about it!

There is only one person in the entire ocean who would do such a thing, and who is capable of doing such a thing!

The flying squirrel twitched its eyebrows, its expression extremely unfriendly.

He was somewhat familiar with this fog.

"Your Excellency, the test results are in. The fog is only on the periphery; the main problem spreading throughout the town is gas!"

gas!

His eyes widened instantly, and he roared out in the blink of an eye.

"No open flames are allowed anywhere in the base. Handle all weapons, including swords and guns, with care and avoid any contact!"

Enveloped in such a large amount of gas, even a single spark could blow everything into the sky in the blink of an eye!

After giving the order, he quickly turned around and jogged towards the gatehouse.

The current situation is far beyond his ability to handle!

The only possibility that he is still alive is that the other party is trying to achieve some goal through such threats, but this goal is definitely not something that the flying squirrel can decide.

In the sea area a little further away from the G1 branch.

"This...isn't this a bit too much of a commotion?"

Even without binoculars, Smoker could see the island shrouded in thick fog.

Only one night had passed since he last met the Joker.

"That's so fast."

"Luckily, we caught up with them too."

He lowered his head and muttered two more words.

Neither side had a very detailed plan; for them, following the plan would only restrict their actions.

"That flying squirrel has been far too lax all these years; it only just realized it now."

"It's really substandard."

Zephyr continued, holding a Den Den Mushi in his hand, repeatedly playing back the distress signal.

The flying squirrel was once his student, but its current performance is not satisfactory to Zephyr. In the New World where pirates roam, losing vigilance is as deadly as exposing one's back in battle.

"Kuzan probably won't be able to come."

"Yes, the recruitment at headquarters is still ongoing. Even if Marshal Aokiji came over via the Red Line now, it would be too late."