One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

"A dark environment gradually erodes a person's rationality. People who consider themselves civilized will reveal their crazy side when faced with life-or-death situations."

"I can guarantee that I won't lay a hand on the last warship, but it's hard to say about the others."

"And your town, there must still be people you care about there, after all, that's life."

Bucky raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his tone as if he could truly empathize with the flying squirrel.

"We are not naive teenagers who can live on passion alone. When the scale of life is extended, we will always meet someone we can't forget, and we will want to stand in front of someone."

"real."

"It's human instinct."

You know what? I was married too. My wife… she had beautiful blonde hair, or maybe black, I can’t quite remember, or maybe red. There’s this guy who’s always been really hung up on it.”

"But she was beautiful, I always remember her as beautiful."

"She's so beautiful that I always want to cut my body open and stuff her inside, so she won't leave."

Does such a person really exist?

Not only was the flying squirrel suspicious, but Bucky was also unsure.

Anyway, he thinks he does now.

"But it's a pity."

"She also liked to gamble, and then she owed a large sum of money to loan sharks."

"The gangsters from Xihai came knocking on her door. Yes, we lived together in Xihai back then. They burned spots on her face with cigars."

"It was really pitiful. When she was hugging my leg and crying, it was really heartbreaking."

"She begged me to help her."

But how can I help her?

"I'm just a clown."

Bucky's expression was filled with reminiscence, and his words were filled with genuine emotion, with even two tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Even the flying squirrel had some doubts.

Did Buggy stay in the East Blue after Roger died, or did he go to the West Blue to get married?

This information is valuable; it might be used to threaten the Joker.

The flying squirrel secretly noted down the information about the woman the clown had mentioned.

Blonde, black, or red hair.

She was beautiful, but her face was disfigured.

He likes to gamble.

He immersed himself in thinking about the past the clown had mentioned, deeply burying his only soft spot.

"I can understand all of that."

Bucky's tone lowered considerably.

“At that time, I had no choice but to cut myself in half, very thinly, like peeling an apple, and then wrap myself around her…”

"See, this way she won't see her own face anymore."

Or perhaps... hehehe

Bucky didn't say anything more; he didn't like that idea.

Although it really happened.

His story ended, and the flying squirrel had made his decision. The old navy man didn't let the clown's words cloud his judgment. He raised his head, his face resolute, and said:

"280 people. I bet the last warship to leave will carry 280 people."

His mohawk hairstyle gave him an added height advantage, and the long vertical striped suit made him look very thin.

The Joker is right; a prolonged dark environment does indeed erode a person's rationality, and this includes his.

The flying squirrel has a thin face with obvious wrinkles.

Those eyes, however, held an extraordinary firmness.

280 men, all of them his soldiers!

And myself…

The flying squirrel has no intention of boarding the warship, nor does it intend to leave with the clown's head as requested by headquarters.

Instead, he must protect the clown and the town himself.

As long as I remain here, the public will still retain a degree of rationality!

How many people are you betting on?

"3?"

"Wait, wait, wait, I think the possibility of 0 is more likely."

Bucky's face showed a mixture of conflict and nonchalance; it was hard to believe that such contradictory emotions could be expressed on one person's face.

But that is indeed the case.

He was debating which number sounded better, but he didn't care about the result at all.

"How about six? I like that number."

The flying squirrel's forehead vein twitched.

I really want to die together with the Joker.

But they didn't want to let this opportunity slip by.

"Then let's have 6."

The bet on 6 and 280, concerning the number of people who could board the warship and leave, began.

"No problem, hehehe."

Bucky chuckled to himself, the upward curve of his lips impossible to suppress.

However, darkness descended upon them once again.

The flying squirrel sealed the box, placed the sea stone shackles on top of it, and was separated from the clown by only a wooden box panel.

It seems that only in this way can he feel at ease.

Then he quickly completed his own deployment.

Sending 280 soldiers away on a warship required careful consideration, but it had to be done discreetly.

There are thousands of soldiers in the base. If they all find out, it will inevitably cause a mutiny.

There are also supplies, and the allocation of supplies is also a crucial aspect.

He first circled a name.

T. Capone.

The commodore, known as the Shipbreaker, possesses a knightly character that is rare even in the Navy. Only if this person leads the team can Momonga feel at ease.

Using the pretext of protecting the warships, we can first transfer some marines to the warships...

He himself had to show up to reassure the soldiers and the public, and the work on the wind tunnel also had to continue.

After some thought, the flying squirrel put on a white navy coat, its gold tasseled epaulets particularly ornate, and its samurai sword hung at its waist, making a soft rustling sound as it walked.

But after taking only two steps, the flying squirrel quickly returned and took the clown's head with it.

The flying squirrel was really worried about letting the thing out of its sight.

"Hahaha…"

The box, and a cold laugh, followed.

Without a trace of emotion.

Bucky really doesn't care about the outcome of the bet.

Because he couldn't possibly destroy the entire town and base with just gas. If the gas concentration had reached that level, the flying squirrels would have suffocated to death long ago.

Of course, adding some bombs might achieve a similar effect.

But there's no need for that anymore.

The flying squirrel joined the betting game, and that was enough.

The commotion he created had already satisfied Zephyr and his group's needs.

Now...

Of course, it's about having fun.

From the moment the flying squirrel agreed to the bet, things began to spiral out of control.

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, and darkness in people's hearts is an ocean."

"Hey hey hey..."

He turned his head, mimicking the way Shen Gongbao looked in his memory.

The flying squirrel had no time to pay attention to the clown's antics.

He appeared directly at the base, issuing orders while also using various pretexts to allocate resources.

“The last warship absolutely cannot have any problems. Kibing, you will take over Capone’s mission to continue developing the wind tunnel.”

"Have Capone and his men stationed on the warship."

"Don't worry, the warships won't leave port. The Joker doesn't intend to do anything to us. Headquarters believes his target isn't here."

"I was just caught in the crossfire!"

The flying squirrel has been stationed at the G1 branch for many years, so its prestige is self-evident.

At his command, the people who were initially panicked by the burning of the ships immediately calmed down; being busy always makes people forget something.

"I can also do some things."