One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

This should have been a good time for the navy to rest and recuperate, but a clown had to come out and cause trouble!

"According to the latest intelligence, the Joker possesses two abilities: the Chop-Chop Fruit and the Gas-Gas Fruit. The fog currently enveloping the G1 base contains a large amount of gas."

"It can be said that the current G1 branch is a powder keg, and anyone can ignite it."

This conclusion is not difficult to reach.

The difficulty lies in solving this problem.

"Is there anything that could threaten the clown, that mermaid princess?"

Another staff member made a suggestion.

"No, that's what he used to threaten us."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 171 Base Chief of G1 Branch

Another silence fell over the staff room.

The room was dimly lit, with a few chandeliers emitting a faint, pale light, and the walls were painted a deep gray.

A staff officer with the rank of major general exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Doesn't he have any allies? Could we use them to blackmail him?"

"Yes, Alvida and her gang are Bucky's partners, but I don't think the Joker will care."

Judging from the Joker's crazy appearance, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would care about any friends.

The respondent was also a staff officer at the rank of major general.

All the staff officers participating in the meeting were at the rank of major general or above. It should have been chaired by Admiral Tsuru, but due to the global conscription, this naval chief steward was also extremely busy.

"We have to come up with an idea, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with the higher-ups." The major general staff officer who asked the first question smiled bitterly. He had a mustache that made him look a bit like a flying squirrel.

The G1 branch's messages were first reported to the Marine Headquarters, but the World Government also had an intelligence agency stationed at the headquarters, so their messages were synchronized.

It's estimated that soon, higher-ups will come to hold them accountable.

"There's another way."

Another major general staff officer pushed up his glasses.

His eyes were exceptionally wise.

"We're not sure what can blackmail the Joker, but based on past experience, the Joker has a particular fondness for creating twists and chaos, in other words, he loves to play."

"so…"

"All we need to do is get the flying squirrel to surrender."

"He surrendered, so the Joker's game is over!"

The bespectacled advisor's idea was simple: since the clown loves to play, then just stop him from playing!

He felt as if he had found a shortcut to align himself with the Joker's mindset.

But the way his companions looked at him seemed to have a hidden meaning...

Could it be that someone is backing me up?

Don't play that game, I was just kidding!

"Take them out."

A cold snort came from behind him.

The good news is that the person standing behind him is not a marshal; the bad news is that it is Vice Admiral Tsuru, the chief steward of the navy.

The bespectacled staff officer recognized the voice very well.

"You should be glad that you're not Marshal Sakazuki now."

His companion patted him on the shoulder, and two soldiers pulled him inside.

If Sakazuki heard this, he would probably follow up with a chop after taking him out.

“We can’t deal with the clowns using the same mindset we use with ordinary pirates.” Tsuru glanced around, then sat down in the main seat and crossed her arms.

She didn't mention what had just happened at all.

Surrendering outright would be too foolish.

So, to avoid being played by the clown, you put your own head under someone else's butcher's knife?

If the flying squirrel heard this news, it would probably wonder if it had been tricked by the clown again.

"The most important thing is to figure out where the Joker is, what he wants to do, or what he wants to get."

"In the Kingdom of Luna, the clown used the people of a town to turn Akainu against his cause, brought out Poseidon on Fishman Island, kidnapped a Celestial Dragon in Sabaody Archipelago, and... huh."

"The Joker's behavior may seem chaotic, but it all has some ulterior motive."

"A purpose that will make him happy."

Crane dislikes the smell of smoke, so as soon as she came in, everyone voluntarily put out their cigarettes and fanned the smoke a few times to get rid of the smell. They didn't want to be hung on the clothesline to cleanse their souls.

However, the old man with a full head of white hair still showed signs of fatigue in his eyes.

The global military recruitment drive might be just a bold headline in the news, but for her, it meant a non-stop, massive amount of work.

The plan is to distribute information from headquarters to each branch, and then formulate corresponding screening and supervision schemes to prevent each branch from using this as an opportunity to recruit people. At the same time, it is necessary to identify strong individuals who can be used by the Navy while minimizing espionage.

The goal of this recruitment is to select a sufficiently strong general.

Then, select one person from the current general candidates for promotion.

There are so many things to do, it's already quite remarkable that He was able to find the time to attend the meeting.

She held her chin in a door-like shape with her hands.

"Once someone has eaten sea monsters, it's hard for them to go back to eating fish. Flying squirrels don't have that much appeal."

Crane doesn't think that even clowns have downgraded their consumption.

Although Akainu also defeated Doflamingo, the impact was not significant, and considering the entire Donquixote Family combined, it wasn't exactly a demotion.

But it's highly unlikely that he would come and beat up the flying squirrel; a base commander doesn't have that kind of nerve.

Even if the G1 base is in an important location, this guy has already destroyed the Holy Land, so why would he bother a branch?

It's not surprising that he's looking for targets like the underwater prison, Marineford, and Eghad.

"What else could the G1 branch possibly do to impress the Joker?"

She asked the group of staff officers.

Although they didn't come up with any solutions, they were still able to integrate the information.

The staff officer with the mustache stood up.

"Besides Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, there are two Brigadier Generals, including Shipbreaker T Peng En, who was just promoted to Brigadier General this year."

Steel Kibin was also promoted after the Marineford War. He previously worked for the CP organization and is skilled in using iron blocks.

There are also several school officers; their names are listed here for your perusal.

In addition, there are three special-purpose warships…and it seems there's also a transport warship on a secret mission, but we don't have permission to view the details.”

Even a major general doesn't have permission to view these tasks?

Her brows furrowed as she perused the documents for a while; there were some things she had access to…

For example, items transported from warships, such as power rocks.

"This thing, and Zephyr are nearby too... They agreed to the escort mission... You're not thinking of doing something rash, are you...?"

"Alas, Edward II."

She felt like she was about to touch the end of the thread.

"What is that Sengoku guy doing..."

"Is he still on vacation... that old man?"

Not to mention the brainstorming sessions held by the General Staff.

Meanwhile, at G1 base, the flying squirrel was also having a brainstorming session.

His eyes were half-closed, scrutinizing.

A blind man and a gambler, carrying the head of a clown, came to collect the bounty.

It's still a bounty of 3.2 billion Berries.

It was pitch black outside. Maybe I wasn't fully awake yet?

Fortunately, the lights inside the base could still barely penetrate the fog.

He glanced at the faces of the two men in front of him. The gamblers, needless to say, both looked like they were overdrawing their money, but Javier's gambling addiction was even stronger, with bloodshot eyes.

The blind man, on the other hand, seemed unusually calm. I heard that he was the one who first noticed something was wrong.

Beside him, the colonel in charge of registration stood ramrod straight, his eyes occasionally darting around, accompanied by two brigadier generals.

The clown's head appeared alongside the fog, which made him suspicious.

"How did you get your hands on this head?"

The flying squirrel had already opened the box, inside which was the clown's sleeping head, as if having a sweet dream, with the corners of his mouth occasionally curling up.

“He…picked it for me himself, saying he would give me ten percent of the reward money.”

Did you pick them yourself?

The flying squirrel's heart skipped a beat, and that bad feeling surged up again.

A lone clown head, surrounded by gas fog that permeates the town and base.

Something just doesn't feel right!

Did he say anything?

"some."