One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

As the leader in the intelligence industry and the largest news media.

In addition to having reporters all over the world, World Economic News also has a close relationship with newspaper-delivering gulls that travel all over the world.

Even Secretary Ou herself could have become a newspaper delivery ou back then.

“That would be even better!” Morgans said sinisterly.

"If we were to spread such shocking news widely, people would become skeptical and seek verification. But as long as no further evidence is found, people will gradually forget about the event."

"Don't ignore human inertia," he said, sounding very experienced.

"But if the news gets out, it will be censored and strictly prohibited!"

"Then people will believe the news is true."

"Especially the navy, which is already in cahoots with the World Government."

"And we, the World Economic News Agency, which have been blacklisted, will become a great news agency recognized by the people as daring to speak the truth and report the facts!"

Morgans stretched out his hands, his face filled with emotion and excitement.

Admittedly, all you really want to see is more sensational and exciting news.

But that doesn’t prevent his behavior from becoming a kind of symbol.

It can also enhance their credibility.

Perhaps that's why Mr. Bucky only let him report half?

With half the groundwork laid, the second half of the news can cause an even greater sensation around the world.

Mr. Bucky not only detonated an unprecedented bomb in the Holy Land, but also planted two landmines for the World Government and the Navy!

In an instant, Bucky's status in Morgans' heart rose rapidly.

They no longer cared so much about the initial threats.

Mary Geoise.

A makeshift camp was built on the desolate ruins.

The navy is gathering the remaining personnel here.

Within the blast radius, there were no survivors except for Akainu, a Logia-type Devil Fruit user.

This includes many Celestial Dragons.

The soldiers gathered at the naval camp were mostly those who were not within the blast radius but were affected by the aftershocks of the explosion.

This also includes some surviving slaves.

The wailing made Gion somewhat irritated.

He rubbed his fingers on the hilt of the Kinpira sword.

She remembered Bucky's mocking words.

They had to pay such a high price for such a basic order.

That's really... ridiculous.

Furthermore, the justice they uphold is nothing but a joke to the Celestial Dragons and the World Government.

"Are you going to abandon them all just to save face?"

She gripped the hilt of the knife, her voice growing colder.

Gion is here to carry out the orders of the Five Elders.

If she kills everyone in the know, including the Navy, CP agents, and slaves, she can become a trusted dog of the Five Elders and finally shed the label of "candidate" that she's carried for so many years.

Of the three existing generals, one will become a marshal and then take his place.

"If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

Her tone was puzzled, "You clearly have everything."

Kinpira's sword was already drawn.

The navy in the camp seemed completely unaware, so what did it matter that the vice admiral drew his sword in the camp?

Some slaves even lamented:

"That demon destroyed everything, and my masters won't let me off the hook either."

"He just ran away."

“We’re probably going to be punished too,” another navy officer chimed in.

They used to have no dealings with these slaves, but now that they felt a little empathy for them, they were able to exchange a few words.

"And you even found out about that kind of thing."

"Silence!"

One of the men, who was clearly an officer, reprimanded him a couple of times.

Up to now, the worst-case scenario they've considered is demotion or a pay cut.

"Lady Momousagi, is there anything you need?"

"It was a subordinate of Gion who greeted him."

"Nothing, where is that fishman?" Gion smiled, her beautiful smile causing the surrounding marines to flutter in their hearts.

Her fingers were no longer content with merely rubbing the hilt of the knife.

Instead, her pale fingers lightly traced the blade, and black blood flowed down the grooves of the blade.

The subordinate who greeted her gave her a deep look, and his face turned deathly pale.

Parada was paralyzed inside a tent.

He never imagined that he would still be alive after his heroic act ended.

What's the point of living?

He hadn't even considered that.

Even when a naval vice admiral walked by, he acted like a rogue, willing to be beaten and killed at will.

Gion is no place where anything unusual happens.

A sly smile played on his lips.

"Let's do this one last time."

She walked up to the fishman.

"Remember this, from now on my justice will be called hypocritical justice."

Bloodstained fingers suddenly gripped the knife hilt.

But the blade wasn't pointed at the enemy, it was pointed at himself.

With a soft "plop" sound—

Black blood flowed from her shoulder.

"You attacked the navy's slaves, aren't you going to run away?"

Gion still had a smile on her face.

As if he felt no pain, he even dipped his finger in the blood and licked it off his tongue.

On the contrary, the subordinate who had been there earlier looked horrified for a moment.

He suddenly threw off his uniform.

"Run!"

I'll update this now. I'm not entirely satisfied with the end of the paragraph; I'll revise it later.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 62 The Peaceful Island

The blood had a slightly fishy smell.

But it still smells somewhat fragrant.

After all, it's her own blood.

Gion closed her eyes and carefully felt the tearing pain coming from her shoulder.

This pain, ironically, gave her a sense of relief.

By acknowledging the hypocrisy of his own righteousness, he attained true liberation.

If there were no concept of justice at all, how could the Navy fight against pirates so relentlessly?

It was precisely because they possessed a sliver of justice, and because they always spoke of various kinds of justice, such as lazy justice, absolute justice, and justice that ruled from above, that when the Celestial Dragons revealed the truth, her heart twisted into a pretzel.

The word "justice" does not come from a description of natural things, but from a human definition.

It stems from the most basic values.

Even after various additional interpretations or definitions, its foundation remains the human desire for fairness.

That's why Gion felt even more distressed.

When faced with the Celestial Dragons' broadcast, she instinctively dissuaded her subordinates from believing it, and in doing so, she was also dissuading herself.

Because she knew the other person was right.

But would things be better after the world government's established order is torn apart?

She couldn't imagine, nor dared to, bear such consequences.

But Bucky gave her a demonstration.

A demonstration was conducted using a spectacular fireworks display.

The result is

Who cares about the consequences!