One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Bucky closed the door behind him, a hint of surprise on his face.

Old Hughes remained remarkably calm in the face of the Joker's provocation, simply stating, "You're right."

"However, I'm not planning to turn against you."

His hand, hidden under the table, moved with exceptional gentleness and quietness as he inserted six sea stone bullets into the pistol.

This was his greatest source of confidence when facing these ability users.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Old Hughes raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion, clearly having rehearsed it countless times in his mind.

He didn't expect to hit him with one shot, so he fired five shots at Bucky in succession.

Bucky was somewhat surprised by such decisiveness.

The principle that a gun can be both fast and accurate within seven steps holds true even in the extraordinary world!

At least firearms still occupy a mainstream position in wars around the world.

However, for extraordinary people…

Would it be better to switch to a more imposing sniper rifle?

Bucky opened his mouth and made a "click" sound.

A small gas phantom suddenly appeared on his chest and exploded in front of the bullet.

Gas Ghost is a convenient way for him to combine the Chop-Chop Fruit and the Gas Fruit.

Like a missile.

The ghost lightly grazed the bullet casing, and a spark flew out first, instantly igniting the ghost, and flames shot up from the ground.

The force of the explosion swept away the furnishings in the captain's cabin.

Even old Hughes was sent flying several steps backward, crashing against the wall.

However, his expression conveyed a sense of ease, and his beard, dusty with dirt, swayed with his soft laughter.

"Heh heh heh, the clown, just as expected of the clown!"

Old Hughes's perception was completely corrected at this moment; at least before the explosion, Old Hughes had felt a sense of fear.

I was terrified that everything I thought was just my imagination; the person in front of me was indeed a naval officer.

In that case... I would become a sinner.

Fortunately, he made the right bet.

You seem very happy.

"This makes me a little unhappy."

Bucky's steps were leisurely, and the firelight made his eyes shine even brighter.

So what if I'm unhappy?

Old Hughes smiled smugly, his tone still somewhat impatient, "You're the Joker, that pirate with a bounty of 3.96 billion Berries!"

"That bewitching demon!"

"I recognize you! You're not an officer at all; you're a despicable thief!"

He took out the Den Den Mushi he had been holding close to his chest and let it crawl down his wrist to the floor.

"Whatever you were planning to do on board, you can't do it now!"

"You're going to die, pirates!"

Old Hughes spat, letting out all the pent-up frustration of the past two days.

His eyes held an undisguised hatred for pirates.

Leaning against the wall, the revolver was still aimed at Bucky.

There's one last Seastone bullet... If we get close enough, the Joker definitely won't be able to dodge it!

"It seems that pirates have left an indelible... bad impression on you?"

Bucky remained unmoved by Hughes's threats.

Since he had anticipated this cognitive correction issue, he naturally had already made arrangements to address it.

The main thing is to keep it a secret that I'm here.

Don't scare the old spider.

He squatted down, his expression playful.

The part of the body that had exploded as gas then gathered back together.

"Would you like to play a game?"

Old Hughes looked taken aback.

I really can't figure out what this pirate is thinking.

Then he revealed a fierce expression.

Instead of responding to the clown's words, he roared:

"You are the cancer of this ocean, vermin, you all deserve to die!"

The clown scratched his head, looking hesitant.

"Some things aren't fun if you just say them out loud."

"Captain, even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about everyone else, right?"

"Or do you think the sea monster can pinpoint my location, then bare a small piece of its fangs, just to kill me?"

He squinted, noticing that a group of people seemed to be gathering outside the captain's cabin, with shadowy figures looming under the ship's lights.

"Do not."

Bucky's smile widened.

"Those little cuties will definitely swallow the whole ship whole. Can you see the greed in their eyes?"

"Look at those young sailors and soldiers... They should have wives, maybe daughters. You should know them. Their wives or daughters are waiting for them on the island."

"And you!"

The clown's tone suddenly rose, as if he were gradually piercing through the shield protecting old Hughes's heart.

You killed them!

"You did it!"

Old Hughes's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. "No, it wasn't me. I didn't mean to kill them."

But you are doing it!

Bucky's hand landed on the Den Den Mushi, and he was already in front of old Hughes without him even realizing it.

"I know that perhaps your loved ones died at the hands of pirates, or perhaps you yourself were cruelly treated by pirates, but that is your own business."

"Do you really want to drag them all into hell because of your own hatred?"

"They're not all marines, so there's no need to risk your life to kill...heh, a pirate like me."

Old Hughes remained silent for a long time. His initial smugness at breaking through the fog quickly faded away. He was not a heartless person; otherwise, he wouldn't have been just a captain of a transport ship.

The Den Den Mushi, its fingers gradually moving away, had a strange look in its eyes.

I really did cause their deaths... Don't blame old Hughes, I thought about bringing them back safely, but the science class already knew.

I already know...

“Fortunately…” Bucky suddenly tapped his fingers twice on the snail shell, “you have one more chance.”

"The communication just now was not actually made; the communications room is occupying the signal line."

Old Hughes suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief.

"Just call them now and tell them nothing happened."

"Then really... nothing happened."

Port Authority.

The female researcher with long, wavy hair sat upright, her eyes filled with seriousness.

"Control...don't let the Hughes dock! The captain's gone mad, old Hughes's gone mad!!"

An urgent call came from the loudspeaker in front of her, and the signal was coming from the approaching ship.

"Second Officer Melbin, I need to remind you that you are now accusing a highly experienced captain who has served in the Navy Logistics Department for many years."

Donna was not swayed by a few words, but instead reminded the person on the other end of the phone with a serious attitude of the seriousness of the matter.

"Yes...I understand..."

The person behind the loudspeaker seemed much more relaxed.

"Old Hughes might have colluded with the Joker, and I have evidence!"

“You can pull up the footage from two days ago, when the ship just emerged from the white fog. After that, old Hughes seemed like a different person. He appointed a major as commander.”

"These things may not have been recorded in the ship's log."

The man who called himself the second mate made a solemn vow, and from an outsider's perspective, it certainly seemed so.

"What does this have to do with the Joker?"

"Old Hughes had been in contact with the survivors of the Fog Battle, and the change in Old Hughes began when he emerged from the fog."

The Battle of the Fog was the true beginning of the Clown Demon's legendary fame.

The vast majority of the navy personnel who participated in the Battle of Fog were purged...

Donna didn't reply, but instead pulled up the ship's surveillance footage for that moment.

The transport ships modified by the science class naturally have higher authority, just like the pacifists created by Dr. Vegapunk.

They all have an authoritarian chip to ensure control.