One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

"Please take care of this retired old man's appetite; I'll pay for it."

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"This can't be fake, it can't be fake!"

Havel, emboldened by some unknown source, rushed forward and grabbed the collar of the dignified lieutenant general.

He risked everything for this head!

"Do you know how much I've sacrificed for this brain?!"

“He wanted a suitable box, so I sold everything in the house, not even a grain of rice left. That greedy Vanessa outside the town also wanted one of my daughters, but she was sold that too!”

"And those two pieces of red silk cloth, do you know how difficult it is to find two clean pieces of red silk cloth in a damned pirate town?!"

"You have to sell my other daughter too!"

"Waaaaah, my poor daughter!"

"But you, what makes you think this is fake!"

"I have nothing left but this head!"

Havel couldn't believe what would happen if he lost the bet. He had blown up the town he lived in, and he had sold his daughter. Who would respect a scoundrel like him?

He yelled at the vice admiral.

His emotions were out of control.

"I only need 10% of the bounty, just 10%! With that 10%, hundreds of millions of Berries, I can win everything back!"

This is my chance!

"I seized this opportunity; they were all cowards. I should have been the one to win!"

Havel saw this as an opportunity to turn his life around, a chance for his luck to turn around!

He no longer had the courage to be a pirate.

But his struggle only lasted a short while.

Havel saw the tsuba of a samurai sword, which was shaped like a blooming flower, with smooth edges and every curve was exceptionally beautiful.

It resembles the plum blossoms of Beihai Park.

Following the guard upwards, one sees the snow-white blade, stained with dark red blood, obscuring most of it.

After all, it's embedded in one's own body.

"I can win it back."

What he was thinking about was a samurai sword he once owned, with the same beautiful tsuba (handguard).

Later, he put it on the gambling table.

With a whoosh.

The flying squirrel deftly pulled the katana from Havel's body.

Then he took out a piece of white cloth and wiped the blade.

When he carried out the Buster Call, the lives of an entire island were destroyed under his command, and the villains who died by his blade were known for their ferocity and cruelty.

Even during the Marineford War, he fought against a group of skilled members of the Whitebeard Pirates.

He was, to some extent, a swordsman who had reached the level of cutting through iron.

Now they're actually going to execute a nobody who's a gambling addict...

Gamblers' blood is dirty.

The flying squirrel was extremely disgusted.

He didn't glance at the gambling addict again from beginning to end, let alone launch into that hysterical outburst.

Instead, he grabbed the box containing the clown's head.

He glanced at the two brigadier generals behind him.

"I am the base commander, do as I say."

"Yes."

T. Peng En didn't say much, gave a military salute, and went about his own business.

At least one ventilation path should be created to reduce oxygen loss.

"clear."

Kibin lowered his head, his eyes showing a hint of resentment.

In his view, the clown's head was far more important than the town itself.

Besides, what makes them think that the Joker can only do this much? If the Joker isn't dealt with, the lives of everyone in the town are in his hands.

Above the gas in the sky, a large face seemed to appear, with a smirk on its lips.

Like, what opinion do you have on the performance below?

Under the command of the flying squirrel.

The entire naval base was busy, and the idea of ​​creating a ventilation duct using a large number of fans seemed feasible.

Capone, the shipbreaker, has already made every effort to deploy his soldiers.

The whirring sound of the fan seemed to make the air feel much more comfortable.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yixiao followed along, but his abilities were useless in the current situation, so he could only follow Capone and the others.

The hands on the clock were spinning very fast.

Another round was completed quickly.

The flying squirrel's tone was much more relaxed when reporting to headquarters.

"The wind tunnel solution is indeed feasible. If the transport ships can expedite the delivery of more wind turbines, we can avert this crisis."

Apart from the odd one, G5, none of the other naval bases exist in isolation.

"Perhaps this is just a prank by the clown."

"He's trying to scare us."

"This is very close to Staff Officer He's assessment," came the response from the headquarters staff through the microphone.

He doesn't sound very enthusiastic.

"So, the expected support has already gone to the transport ship and should arrive shortly after sunset."

"Isn't that Professor Zephyr?"

Hearing that there was no more support, the flying squirrel suddenly felt uncertain again.

"Headquarters thinks we should be more cautious, after all, it concerns that thing."

"Yes."

The flying squirrel nodded helplessly.

"In addition, the transport ship has also stopped."

He could feel helpless about the previous incident, but this sentence made the flying squirrel's voice suddenly turn into a low growl.

The solution has already been found, so what's the point of headquarters stopping now?!

"I need an explanation."

He suppressed his anger.

"We still need a lot of ventilation fans to open up channels, as well as rescue supplies. The gas has been lingering for a long time, and many people are showing symptoms of poisoning!"

"Yes, but none of that matters anymore."

After a moment of silence, the voice on the other end of the microphone seemed to change, coldly saying, "Your mission has been changed. You don't need to worry about towns or bases. Board the warship now."

"Killing the Joker is your top priority!"

The Joker's reason?!

The flying squirrel's pupils constricted sharply; he clearly hadn't reported this...

No, he also has two of his own men!

He gritted his teeth.

"Is Marshal Kuzan here? I'll explain to him personally that the Joker's head is fake; he used it to divide us..."

On the other end of the microphone, Aokiji breathed out a puff of cold mist, and the temperature in the staff room immediately dropped several degrees.

"Flying Squirrel, this is Satan's order."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 173 The Justice of Heroes

"Sengoku! What are you doing, you old man! Why didn't you leave Zephyr behind?"

"Don't you know what the consequences would be if he really defected from the Navy?"

"He's not young anymore, he'll die!!"

The series of roars forced Sengoku to push the Den Den Mushi a few steps away, then chuckled twice and waited patiently for Tsuru's temper to subside.

The only person in the entire navy who would yell at him like that is probably Tsuru.

Even Garp wouldn't be able to stop him; he'd yell back.

Moreover, it was indeed his willfulness in this matter.

Crane has a keen sense of smell and understands his old friend's feelings quite well, so when he learned that Zephyr had taken on the task of temporarily escorting Power Rock, he immediately called Sengoku, who was vacationing nearby, over.

Although Sengoku had retired, he still held the position of Grand Inspector in the navy, so Tsuru's transfer was reasonable.