One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

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Chapter 68 Let's Go Crazy Together

Fireworks in the night sky are like fleeting moments, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A thin mist rose along with the surging seawater, clinging to the dark green hull of the warship and slowly climbing upwards with the waves.

The sound seemed to have vanished.

Grant glanced around blankly.

The panicked soldiers passed by, and the rustling sounds of uniforms and guns should have been heard, along with the image of Lieutenant General Doberman standing on the bow deck, shouting orders...

Not a sound came from it.

"Heh, hehe..."

He didn't investigate why the sound had disappeared; instead, he lowered his head and forced a sorrowful smile.

"A quiet world is wonderful."

Grant found some solace in this world where he had lost his voice.

His expression was half-crying and half-laughing.

He approached the lieutenant general with slightly lighter steps.

The word "Justice" on the general's cloak was incredibly eye-catching.

And coincidentally, Grant was eager to destroy and disrupt something, using catharsis to cover up his inner sorrow.

Otherwise, he feared he might not be able to resist tearing out his heart, which felt like it was being tightly gripped by some hand, to see if it was as ridiculous as it seemed…

His inner turmoil and the need to vent his emotions outweighed his reason.

It's as if a demon lurks in the mysterious spiritual world, manipulating people's emotions.

It wasn't something fabricated out of thin air, but rather an amplification of Grant's existing resentment and dissatisfaction to the point of filling his entire being.

The lieutenant general seemed to notice the silence as well, and his expression became extremely serious. He began to use kicking and hand gestures to make his orders clear to the soldiers.

He wasn't alert, he wasn't alert...

Grant couldn't help but chuckle, like a child about to pull off a prank.

This behavior seemed to bring him some kind of pleasure.

He leaned against the lieutenant general from behind.

Bow down.

His sword was drawn swiftly without making a sound.

The roar that came out of Grant's throat only echoed in his own mind.

"Who gave you permission to kill him!"

"Who gave you permission!"

The snow-white blade flashed by, and he saw blood spurting from the lieutenant general's body.

"traitor!"

Doberman reacted quickly, unleashing the Iron Body of the Six Styles the instant the blade sliced ​​through the air. Grant's strike only left another new cut on his back.

I just don't understand how this major, who was originally an excellent performer and very obedient to orders, would dare to lay a hand on me.

He then kicked again, the force of which sent Grant flying more than ten meters, vomiting blood.

"Are you crazy, Grant?!"

Doberman, with a solemn face, said something as usual, but his expression became even colder after he realized that the voice had disappeared.

Is this the clown's goal?

First, they used self-destruction to bewitch people, then they used a field that could isolate sound...

His gaze swept over the chaotic soldiers.

Some of them seemed to have suddenly realized some truth, their faces filled with sorrow, and a few cowardly ones even jumped into the sea themselves.

Those who were already resentful became even more resentful.

They actually turned their cannons around and opened fire on a friendly warship next to them!

From the moment the clown self-destructed, everyone was filled with a kind of frenzy…

Doberman began to understand why the CP agents called it Demonic Contamination, the Joker Virus.

He is eroding people's spiritual world.

We must find all of that clown's parts and throw them into the sea!

Doberman immediately thought of the most direct solution.

Grant, who was lying on the deck convulsing, managed a smile, as if the pain had soothed his inner turmoil.

"Ah, that feels so good..."

Doberman wasn't sure what his major was saying, but the smile made him feel nauseous.

Just like that clown.

kill him!

A murderous thought sprouted in his heart.

His rough hands gripped the familiar hilt of the knife, then released it, and a hint of hesitation appeared on Doberman's face, which was covered with knife marks and sword scars.

The executioner, accustomed to killing, even began to doubt the act of killing itself.

This isn't me!

He remembered the clown standing on the watchtower, his cheerful expression as he waved...

kill!

The blade flashed across Grant's body, far exceeding his reaction time.

Blood gushed out, but he only chuckled twice, as if he had gained some kind of satisfaction.

Let's go crazy together.

Doberman, wielding the knife, read his words from his lip movements and felt a strong sense of dread.

This can't go on...

He ignored the soldiers on his own warship and instead tried to contact the officers of other warships.

But then, Doberman's warship suddenly rocked, and flames shot into the sky from one side of the ship.

A warship opened fire on us?!

On the adjacent warship, a strikingly beautiful woman with long pink hair was staring at him with a fierce gaze.

Doberman quickly figured out the reason.

Its own warships fired at the enemy.

She even saw herself kill Grant…

He was, after all, a major.

But the other party made the first move.

Just as Doberman was about to explain, his expression suddenly froze.

The sound was blocked.

The unknown ability user must have isolated the sound of these warships!

He wants to isolate us all on an island!

A sense of fear welled up within him, and Doberman realized that in the silence, they had become isolated islands, trapped in unavoidable suspicion.

For the first time, Doberman experienced this feeling of utter terror, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The clown didn't even swing a knife at him, and he hadn't even had any contact with the clown at all!

The clown looked so frail and weak.

But he only got himself into this predicament through a fireworks display.

Find him!

Only by finding that clown can we stop all this!

clown!

Doberman's eyes were filled with rage, and his Observation Haki was pushed to its limit, enveloping the frenzied emotions of all the soldiers on the warship.

His figure moved like a ghost, flitting about on and off the warship.

Malice!

He was searching for the greatest of these malices.

Lieutenant Colonel Barto, the way he was looking at me was very strange!

Lieutenant Kiltjo could not hide his resentment at all!

Chef Marcelino's curry is absolutely terrible!

The thought of killing filled Doberman's mind. He even forgot what his original idea was. He just wanted to keep killing until he no longer felt that fear.

It seemed as if a maniacal laugh was echoing in his mind.

On this silent warship.

It was extremely jarring.