One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Instead, it felt unusually hot.

It was the soldier in front of him, his nostrils flaring with heavy breaths.

Even without using Observation Haki, the flying squirrel could sense their extremely inflated bestiality.

Survival is a human instinct.

They've already suffocated once, and they don't intend to suffocate again.

The wooden box containing Bucky's head was pressed with an imprint by the flying squirrel's fingers.

The clown creates an apocalyptic atmosphere, so people naturally assume they are living in the end times.

The flying squirrel was aware of all these circumstances.

All those gazes eventually fell upon him.

"Lieutenant General... what did you just say?"

"No."

The flying squirrel sighed softly.

He tried to struggle, but it seemed he still slid in the direction the Joker wanted to see.

Like a marionette.

But the flying squirrel is not one to complain or blame others.

In its heart, the flying squirrel still didn't want to go to the final step.

It wasn't that he felt any reluctance.

I simply don't want to hear the clown's laughter, don't want to see the clown's smiling face, and don't want the clown to get what he wants.

His name doesn't contain the letter D, and a few shouts of love or reminiscing about the past won't bring him good fortune.

He could only sit at the gambling table.

Even if the warships leave, he still wins the bet.

The flying squirrel didn't intend to explain anything; the clown wouldn't speak up for him, and the entire betting game only involved the two of them.

This is yet another struggle for the base commander against the Joker.

The only thing to fight is the ever-growing bestiality within oneself.

The flying squirrel picked up its sword and longship, slowly drawing a thin line across the harbor.

"I will not leave."

"But please don't cross this line."

He held the knife in one hand, and his striped suit made him appear exceptionally tall and slender.

Yet, standing opposite this group of soldiers, he possessed an imposing presence, like a towering mountain.

One man can hold the pass.

Frankly speaking, warships can still accommodate at least 500 people, but then what?

Once these people are promoted, will others be promoted as well?

The combined population of the base and the town is far more than five hundred.

It would be better to decide it from the beginning.

Moreover, flying squirrels don't really care about human lives.

What he cares about is his town, the town where he and his family live.

Clang.

The heavy anchor, carrying soil and rocks from the seabed, emerged from the water and rested against the side of the stern.

An ordinary, unremarkable sound.

For these soldiers, it was like a death sentence.

The warship has weighed anchor and is ready to leave port at any time.

If everyone were the same, it would be fine.

The current situation is that some people are going to live, while I am left to suffer...

Why?

Who could stand this?!

"Let me board the ship!"

"You can't leave us here!!"

"I must leave. I never want to experience that suffocating feeling again. We'd rather die at sea!"

The swords and blades were drawn from their sheaths with a whoosh.

The snow-white blade instantly added a chilling touch to the darkness in the fog.

Is it still light outside?

The soldiers stopped in front of the line drawn by the flying squirrel, impatiently stepping back several times.

The flying squirrel still commands respect.

Moreover, the first person to cross this line will definitely be one; they all know this perfectly well.

The warship suddenly sank again.

The colossal, hill-like object, like a toy boat in a child's hand, was pressed.

The reaction this time was much more intense than the last one.

The waves suddenly surged three or four meters high, crashing towards the harbor.

A soldier standing at the front was suddenly pushed by someone behind him, and when he stumbled, he crossed the line.

As the waves crashed down, the glint of a blade flashed against the blue water.

In an instant, blood mixed into the seawater.

Having made his decision, the flying squirrel showed no mercy.

He said he would stay, but he didn't say he wouldn't cross the line either.

Leaving a blurry afterimage in its original position, the flying squirrel appeared above the soldier, its eyes fixed on the person who had just given it a push.

While the eyes may not be able to see it, the Observation Haki can see it clearly.

The minimum requirement for a vice admiral is to master both types of Haki and the Six Powers of the Navy, but Momonga is able to be stationed at the G1 base, which is in such an important position, not only because of the two mentioned above, but also because he is a swordsman.

"Zhixin Kageryu-Hunting!"

The flying squirrel bent its legs, pointed its longboat knife downwards, and thrust it down with a backhand motion.

Its imposing presence is like a ferocious beast pouncing, yet its swordsmanship possesses a delicate touch, like the gentle caress of a rose.

It was like a lasso that ripped the person's head off.

Under normal circumstances, such a performance would definitely make the soldiers obediently retreat.

But things are different now.

Going back would be suffocating.

The next step was to be hacked to death.

That at least there's still a chance.

Most importantly, people keep surging in from behind. There are still people around, like ants, crowding in as they follow the scent.

They kept pushing the people in front of them out of the way.

The stench of blood suddenly became extremely strong, staining the stone slabs of the harbor red, seeping into every tiny pore between the slabs.

The surging seawater stretched the crimson stain far away, as if it were a red halo reflecting off the surface.

"This tastes just right."

Bucky sniffed the air, and as the box darted around the flying squirrel, he also felt a dizzying sensation.

"It's just a pity that I really like... this kind of justice too much."

He had thought the flying squirrel would grab him and explain himself, so he had even prepared his opening remarks.

Greet me with "Good afternoon".

Even under the cover of dark fog, they would still feel the warm sensation of direct sunlight.

How kind of you! When will the World Government finally give me my Good Citizen Award?

We can't just default on our debts like Gotham City did, can we?

Bucky felt he had really done very little.

In order to play a little longer, he even tried hard to restrain himself and prevent the gas from igniting prematurely.

He simply offered up his head and created a seemingly deadly crisis.

I really want to be a villain.

Unfortunately, I still didn't meet the main character.

All I can do is watch and observe these people's various interesting reactions in this apocalyptic setting.

Yeah, it's all Zephyr's fault.

He was the one who wanted to make a scene.

As Pakistan muttered to itself, the conflict on the warship seemed to have come to an end.

The two people who were originally inclined to support the flying squirrel.

T. Capone and Yixiao, the two men's stances and emotions began to change drastically.

They are greedier than flying squirrels; they want everything.

But he refuses to accept anything.