One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

For colonel-level officers in the new world, mastering a few moves or techniques is a prerequisite.

The lieutenant colonel was about to pass through the light curtain.

His steps suddenly faltered, and he paused in mid-air for a moment before his whole body tensed up abruptly.

"Iron block!"

The lieutenant colonel's body gleamed with a metallic sheen.

He's not blind; how could he possibly attempt to breach the defense system without any preparation?

After setting up his defense, the lieutenant colonel stomped his feet down hard, compressing the air and then bursting it out with such force that half of his body was plunged straight into the light barrier.

Through the light barrier, his eyes seemed to reveal a hint of disdain—the defense system is nothing special after all!

But the next moment, a blinding laser burst forth from the light screen.

It instantly engulfed the short-haired lieutenant colonel.

With a loud bang.

The lower half of the short-haired lieutenant colonel fell from mid-air.

It looks incredibly desolate.

"Luckily, I can't use Moonwalk... nor Iron Body..."

McKinning looked at the half-body and felt a lingering fear.

The leading lieutenant general's expression hardened.

Judging from this, forcing our way in is not an option... Is Lord Kizaru not going to make a move, or is it... Lord Satan's intention?

The lieutenant generals had already roughly guessed their superiors' intentions.

It's impossible for the Five Elders to remain indifferent to the leak of screen content.

"Use bullets to wear down this system!"

"I refuse to believe we can defend against it forever!"

With a wave of his hand, the lieutenant general unleashed a barrage of bullets into the sky.

But just then, a hole suddenly appeared in the defense system.

Is there a chance?

The lieutenant general hesitated for a moment and did not directly use this opportunity to break into the research level; he was also a little apprehensive.

The opening closed in a flash, and only a few figures fell down.

"what is that?"

"Seraphim! It's a Seraphim, and a Pacifista!"

Jinbe's S-Shark in his juvenile form appeared in the factory floor, followed by three Pacifistas.

The counterattack from the research community has begun!

To be precise, it was a counterattack orchestrated by the Joker.

In order of the authoritarian chips, the Five Elders are the highest, followed by Vegapunk and his clones, Sentomaru, and then the holders of the authoritarian chips.

It was a tangible thing, like a black bomb frozen inside a square block of ice.

The bomb had the word "PX" printed on it.

"Attack! Destroy all the navy!"

S-Shark muttered to himself, repeating the commands he had received.

He wore a brown training suit, had Lunarian wings on his back, and was surrounded by orange-red flames.

His eyes, adorned with pentagrams, swept across the area.

They're all enemies, there are no friendly forces at all!

S-Shark raised its hand directly, and Seraphim, as an advanced version of the Pacifista, also carried the Pacifista's laser weapon.

Several beams of light burst forth simultaneously.

Not only the S-Shark, but three other Pacifistas also received the same order.

The mechanical gaze, devoid of any warmth, began its sweeping through the navy.

massacre!

Faced with the relentless laser sweep, even high-ranking officers, let alone ordinary soldiers, would find it difficult to withstand.

Within moments, rows of naval soldiers fell to the ground, their blood staining the floor.

"Where are those gentlemen, those lieutenant generals and generals?!"

"Stop them!!"

McKinning hid behind a broken wall, her cries for help heart-wrenching.

The soldiers beside him were instantly reduced by half under the laser sweep, and two others were left with only half their original number.

The other half of his body was pierced by the laser, leaving behind a burnt smell.

The will from above has never been so clear.

"Sergeant, continue the attack."

The same cold, icy voice came through the microphone.

"This is a test of your will. If you can defeat the pacifists, it is not impossible for you to be promoted directly to colonel."

"Go to hell!"

"This is a massacre, a massacre!"

McKinning's eyes were wide with rage.

Another laser beam swept past, and he quickly lay flat, pressing himself against the wall.

The heat wave swept overhead.

He finally understood: the petty-minded World Government simply couldn't tolerate them, the Navy, who knew the "truth"!

Yes, I shouldn't have had any illusions.

If even someone like Dr. Vegapunk can be abandoned by the World Government, why can't they?!

He glanced to the side and saw that his companion was already fully cooked.

"Damn the World Government!"

"Are you just going to let the clown control you like this?!"

"You're going to kill whoever he lets hear the truth? Wouldn't that make you all just toys for the clown?!"

McKinning launched into a tirade of profanities.

I really couldn't help it.

This world government is incredibly stupid!

But at that moment, the light screen above opened up again, and hundreds of clown masks floated down like advertisements.

In McKinning's opinion, there are no more than two hundred!

One of them just happened to fall next to him.

The paint on it wasn't even dry yet, and you could smell a pungent odor.

"clown?"

"Does this mean they are surrendering to us?"

McKinning muttered to himself, not expecting the Joker to offer a chance to surrender.

He's a pretty nice person.

Then it cautiously peeked out.

Some of his colleagues have already started wearing masks.

Clearly, they were also furious at the World Government's indifference at this time.

It's better to vote for the Joker; at least you'll survive!

McKinning, with his sharp eyes, noticed that as soon as a lieutenant put on a mask, the pacifists nearby immediately shifted their attack.

really!

It's a clown's trick!

But with no more than two hundred clown masks, the factory floor had a force of ten thousand men deployed...

McKinning wasn't the only one who witnessed this, and he wasn't the only one who reacted.

He immediately saw a gunshot ring out behind his masked colleague.

The mask on his face was taken off in an instant.

"clown!!"

Upon seeing this, McKinning couldn't help but let out a low growl.

That's the devil's trick!

There was no such thing as a meek surrender; he was conducting a selection process, a selection facilitated by the combined efforts of both sides of the navy!

This is a horror game!

McKinning quickly hid the mask beside him in his arms and rolled away from the pacifist's gaze.

I absolutely cannot lose this mask!

……

……

"It's that same old trick again."

Satan Saint had already left his luxurious cabin and come onto the deck.