One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Leon did not respond, but the knocking soon turned into kicking the door.

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!"

The dark and inexplicably oppressive environment had already put everyone's nerves on edge, and what the flying squirrel did was use his status as a vice admiral in the navy to alleviate this tension.

Bucky pushed in the opposite direction.

It's always easier to tear a taut string than to loosen it.

"Quick, to the dock!"

"The navy warships are there!"

"We pay such heavy taxes every year, they can't just ignore us!"

"Yes, they eat our food and use our products, how can they ignore us?!"

"Once we're on the warship and leave, the Mist Demons won't be able to find us!"

Driven by the influence of the group, these people, blinded by rage, even forgot the unbridled behavior of the thugs not long ago and began to build a moral high ground for themselves.

"A boat! There's a boat!!"

Leon suddenly stood up, his eyes glazed over.

He suddenly understood why these people were running in such a panic.

Warships can only carry a limited number of people!

They're fighting for seats!

No, I can't just wait here. Don't... don't abandon me!

"Hehehehehe!"

Bucky's laughter faintly penetrated the wooden box's partition.

"Crazy, it's always been this simple."

"Like a lit match falling into a clump of dry grass."

"In a flash, it all burst into flames."

"Ah, that reminds me of that sheriff. We were both plotting our schemes from the shadows."

"But I only gave it a little push."

Bucky's mood immediately brightened.

Although his eyes could not see anything, his aura surged forth from all directions like a raging fire.

Then it was extinguished again.

The flying squirrel was tempted to kill.

It wasn't directed at his own subordinates, but at people outside the warship.

Aside from ourselves and a few others, there are already 280 people on the warship!

The flying squirrel's forehead veins bulged, and his fingers gripped the hilt of the longship's sword several times, emanating a violent aura.

If I were to actually do that, I would be fulfilling the clown's wish!

"We absolutely cannot leave port now, but we must not let anyone board the ship. We need to calm the crowd first!"

"The Joker couldn't possibly maintain such a large-scale oxygen-free environment!"

"Otherwise, why bother with all these tricks!"

The flying squirrel felt that its vocal cords had been stretched to their limit, and these words were absolutely from the bottom of its heart.

But the problem is...

He can't hear.

He couldn't hear a single sound, including the sound he himself made.

Vacuum! The environment here has become a vacuum!

Without air as a medium, sound cannot travel at all!

That damn clown, he wants us to be suspicious!

Just like during the Battle of the Fog Sea!

The flying squirrel could only turn its gaze to T. Capone, a Navy officer whose character was always steadfast.

He made a gesture indicating that the task was completed.

Some simple signals also have corresponding hand gestures in the navy to avoid the current situation.

T Capone opened his mouth, seemingly also realizing the unusual nature of the current situation.

His task was to guard the warship and prevent Kibin and other unauthorized persons or individuals from boarding.

He nodded, giving the flying squirrel an affirmative answer.

Then the flying squirrel turned around, took a few steps in the air, and landed on the ground.

The port was the base's port, and the first to crowd in were the naval soldiers.

The air quality at the port has improved.

The soldiers, huddled together, were finally able to catch their breath.

"what's the situation?"

The flying squirrel, sensing the presence of oxygen, breathed a sigh of relief.

The clown isn't actually that scary.

If he could directly extract air over a large area, he might as well just surrender; why bother struggling?

"...Breathing...is very difficult."

The soldier's face was still turning purple, and his response was barely perceptible.

His gaze remained fixed on the warship.

Everything was fine when nothing else happened, but now... this warship has become their only way to survive.

"Don't worry, the Joker's strength is also limited."

The flying squirrel never imagined that the Gas Fruit would have such terrifying power.

Who was the last ability user?

It seems to be a scientist named Caesar…

This guy must have misled them about the power of the Gas-Gas Fruit!

"Will the warships... wait for us?"

The soldier finally caught his breath and was shoved forward a few steps.

His eyes seemed to say he couldn't wait to get on the ship himself.

"The warships will not leave port!"

"As long as I'm still here!"

"That's what the flying squirrel said firmly."

His will was exceptionally firm.

Although the warships could achieve their gambling goal by simply setting sail at this point, the civilians and soldiers would definitely be thrown into chaos and go crazy!

Who would give up the hope of living?

Who dares to turn around and face this inexplicable fear?

There's no one there.

Even when a plane is about to take off, they have to cling to the landing gear!

Hearing this, the soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The flying squirrel still holds considerable prestige.

However, he overlooked one problem.

There is air in the port, but not on the warships.

The gas separated the two...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 176 An Unfair Bet

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The sound of the anchor being pulled out of the water rang out behind the flying squirrel.

This voice, so familiar to the Navy, now made the flying squirrel's body stiffen.

The warships still started moving.

Is this all the time T-Capone can buy?!

Even without oxygen, this shouldn't happen.

The naval personnel stationed in the New World are naturally physically fit; unless they are Devil Fruit users, diving and breath-holding are standard practice for them.

Not to mention that these were more than two hundred soldiers handpicked by the flying squirrel himself, considered the elite troops of G1 base.

But in just a short while, the warships began to disobey orders.

then.

The flying squirrel heard another bang; the heavy anchor chain had bumped against the side of the ship during retraction.

The ship seemed to have been weighed down by something heavy, and as it rocked, it created a wave more than a meter high.

Water splashed up, soaking the flying squirrel's trouser legs.

He couldn't feel the cold.