One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

A qualified underground emperor knows when to retreat underground.

"Of course."

The hand on Morgans' shoulder swayed.

"But before that, we need to solve a small problem."

The eyes on his hands darted around.

As he finished speaking, a small portion of the already solitary hand suddenly split off.

Suddenly, he was launched into the guest room, which was separated from Morgans' room by only one wall.

If Brownie were here, he would definitely think that this move was very similar to his finger pistol technique.

"Photography King!"

Morgans's call was somewhat high-pitched.

The photography master was the head of his photography department, whom he had specially brought from headquarters for the upcoming big event.

But that wasn't the only thing that made him strange.

"Iron block!"

The photographer, dressed as a paparazzi, instinctively used six techniques to defend himself against the sudden attack.

"Damn it, he's actually from the World Government!"

As the head of the underground intelligence industry, Morgans was already very sensitive to the Six Styles that the CP organization was good at.

He never expected that the CP organization would infiltrate his inner circle.

But how did Bucky know that?!

Morgans felt a growing fear of this seemingly greedy man, though he maintained an extremely angry expression.

"You'd better give me a good explanation!"

Wang, the photographer, felt a surge of resentment. He had no idea how he had been exposed. Judging from the astonished expression on the face of Morgans, the intelligence chief, his undercover strategy must have been very successful.

Unfortunately, he encountered Bucky.

This person has a prophetic ability.

After noticing the existence of the photography king, he was determined to deal with him.

Morgans was a very important tool of his.

To instill genuine fear in someone like him, who has spent so many years immersed in the earthly world…

Bucky felt that the corners of his mouth should be turned up high at this moment, but the back of his hand was not big enough to accommodate his smile.

So it looks like a circular, curved crack has appeared on one hand.

Even stranger!

Although the photographer managed to activate the metal block in a moment of panic, the finger that Bucky unleashed exploded the instant it touched his skin.

Bucky's face turned pale in the solitary confinement cell at Sector 66.

The disintegration of his body's organs was like an explosion, and the price he paid was his current pale complexion.

He knew from his memories of college students that abilities were not limitless.

However, the mouth on Morgans' shoulder was still grinning.

You could blow yourself up again.

"That's really surprising."

His relaxed and nonchalant tone made it sound as if he had suddenly appeared at his old friend's party in Gotham City.

Although they didn't really welcome Bucky as a guest.

Beyond his calm words, the photographer darted away.

The sudden explosion of limbs startled him, but did not cause him any real harm.

"Major Yaro is a Devil Fruit user. Although this information is not very significant, I still have no choice but to evacuate."

The photographer buried his head in thought, then punched the window.

With just a few agile leaps, he easily landed on the hotel street.

"We can't let him get away; he knows the location of our headquarters."

Morgans exclaimed, but his two claws remained firmly clenched in place.

Who knows how capable this undercover agent is? He doesn't want to go and die.

His shouts were more directed at Bucky on his shoulder.

There's no hope for Secretary Pigeon; that guy has already skillfully hidden under the bed.

"Don't rush."

"Ah, what was I about to say? The story of the scar? That's a bit old, but I can tell you if you want."

"Do you prefer the version filled with the poignant love of a wife, or the version filled with the love of a father?"

"Oh right, I remember watching a really interesting movie."

Bucky, perched on his shoulder, continued to chat with a smile on his face.

If a psychiatrist were present, they would certainly be able to recognize this as a very typical symptom of mental illness.

Thoughts race.

A typical example is that a whole string of words comes out before the brain can process them.

They didn't chase after them.

However, they couldn't catch up.

The photographer lowered his head and buried himself in the crowd, taking a quick look at the photos he had taken with his spy camera.

A strange hand, very clear.

This is enough.

The photographer's undercover instincts made him realize that there was more to this story than meets the eye.

But after taking only a few steps with my head down, I felt a strange sensation in my chest.

That feeling.

It's like a swarm of ants walking along your heart, sometimes forming a straight line, sometimes a V-shape.

The strange feeling filled him with panic once again.

He turned his head away.

His gaze followed the direction he had come from, passing the window he had stepped on twice, and through the wall with a small hole blown open by Bucky's fingers, landed on the hand on Morgans' shoulder.

That wide, grinning mouth.

"That movie is called, Let the Bullets Fly for a While."

boom----

On the hotel street, the photographer suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Something stuck to his heart exploded.

Gudong.

Morgans felt as if he had swallowed a block of ice, and a chill ran down his spine.

Strange, this hand is strange from the moment it appeared to the abilities it displays!

Did that pirate named Buggy really do this?

He had absolutely no idea.

But the tone of his inquiry had unconsciously taken on a hint of flattery.

"Sir, what is our next plan?"

"Do I look like someone who has a plan, my big news sir?"

The mouth on the excavator stopped smiling and asked in a calm tone.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 25 I Don't Want This Cruel World

Three days before the public execution.

Sergeant Jacques, who had just stepped out of the interrogation room, breathed a long sigh of relief.

The base commander seemed particularly persistent, his fierce gaze fixed on trying to get something out of him.

He wasn't sure if his body language or facial expressions had given anything away, but at least he hadn't said anything.

There shouldn't be any problem.

"You're back, Lord Jacques."

Private Joel came over.

As marines who participated in the human auction incident together, they naturally formed a common circle within the base.

Other naval forces are still observing.

Let's see what happens to these people.

"It should be over soon."

Jacques rubbed his head, feeling uncertain about the large-scale operation currently underway at the Navy Headquarters.

Even the Sicilian Major General, who had originally planned to pursue the matter extensively, had to reduce the intensity of his actions.

When necessary, their base, which is adjacent to headquarters, will also be deployed to the battlefield.

"We actually provoked that strongest man." He shook his head, still feeling somewhat incredulous.