One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Zhan Guo thought with a chill in his heart.

Perhaps we shouldn't have used such a large force against this clown in the first place.

It's too late for regrets now.

"Order the warships behind to attack; this farce should end now."

Also, it's time for you to step down.

He saw that the Warring States period was sitting limply, like an old man in his twilight years.

Satan added another comment.

He needs a more obedient dog; Sengoku has been in this position long enough.

Furthermore, we need to retrain them within the navy to make them more obedient.

Soldiers can be recruited again if they die; there are plenty of people in this world.

It's just that it's not easy to cultivate a few generals and general candidates.

He was confident that he could find replacements for the other soldiers in a short time.

After all, there are still too many people in this world who have nothing to do.

There are too many people who have been robbed by pirates, who either resent evil or worship power.

The navy and pirates are, in fact, the tools of checks and balances in the hands of the World Government.

Saint Satan suddenly remembered the woman who had been secretly disobeying him in the Holy Land, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Let the less affected warships attack the warships in front.

Zhan Guo felt another pang of pain in his heart.

These are all veterans who experienced the Marineford War, and they're just being wasted like this.

His expression shifted between light and shadow for a while.

He even regretted leaving Garp out of this battle; that guy didn't need someone as rational as himself.

very nice.

Finally, it was his chief of staff, Lieutenant General Tsuru, who connected the Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) to the front lines.

"Mole, I command you to clean up the soldiers corrupted by the clown, and at the same time, try to stop the fighting of several lieutenant generals."

"Now that the Joker has self-destructed, it's good that you're all back safe and sound."

When He received the order, he glanced sideways at Satan's attitude.

She flexibly adjusted the standards, since officers at the lieutenant general level were already quite familiar with the World Government's scandals anyway.

On the other end of the phone.

The flying squirrel, who had been patrolling the perimeter as a security force, remained silent for a long while.

He had a mohawk hairstyle, with his long, dark purple hair tied back in a topknot.

He loosened the collar of his dark blue shirt and sighed softly.

Unexpectedly, what we received in the end was this kind of instruction from higher-ups.

"Then they can only blame their bad luck."

"All the evil should be attributed to that clown."

"Perhaps in the future, he will become the most vicious criminal in the world."

Despite the fact that the Gorman Army has been operating for so many years, it has not been able to cause any damage to the Navy or the World Government.

The damage caused by Buggy alone is almost comparable to that of the Four Emperors.

Although it is indirect.

With this thought in mind, the flying squirrel made up its mind.

He drew his snow-white sword, its tip pointing at the still somewhat dim night sky.

"On my command, launch an attack on the warships ahead where internal strife has broken out!"

"They have betrayed justice!"

In the dark clouds of the night sky.

Two white lines alternated between the dark clouds.

Doflamingo's body hung dangling from the white line, swaying as he hurried forward.

His face was beaming with an uncontrollable smile that stretched all the way to his ears.

It was rare for him to have such a strong desire to torture someone to death with his own hands.

"You absolutely mustn't die before I get there."

"My clown!"

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Chapter 74 Explosion is Justice

For Pakistan.

Pirates, Navy, Allied Nations, Non-Allied Nations, Revolutionary Army, World Government.

This and that.

Actually, it made no difference to him.

Just like when he first transmigrated, he simply hoped that these toys would bring him some joy.

So that my heart, which had become somewhat empty after losing my dearest friend, could be filled again.

Just then, the Navy and the World Government appeared before him.

Like a giant with a limp who is still trying to walk fast, constantly shouting about justice while desperately pulling out money.

That's when things get interesting.

He narrowed his lone eye.

White mist slowly rose on the deck of the warship. The night had quietly slipped away, and the sunlight hadn't had time to fill the void.

Therefore, the scenery is a light morning mist, white with a hint of gray.

Long, dark railings appeared and disappeared in the fog.

In the middle of the black threshold.

The pink-haired woman was still hugging her knees, her head half-buried. Her originally intellectual beauty was now tinged with helplessness and confusion, and her pretty, aloof face looked somewhat lifeless.

Her long hair fell onto the cold deck.

Good morning, Ms. Hina.

Bucky finally managed to find his mouth again and pieced together a quarter of his body.

It's just not very coherent.

It looks like it was riddled with bullets and then half of it was cut off.

However, he still wore a bright smile.

This must be the first time he's said this on a specific morning, which is quite heartwarming.

The results are obvious.

The navy men were going crazy, but he was still perfectly fine.

So he won.

"You win."

Hina felt the same way.

She certainly had a strong urge to go up and tear this clown to pieces, then hang him in sea stone handcuffs and sink him into a 10,000-meter-deep ocean trench.

But for now, she is not so indifferent as to ignore her crew.

"win?"

"Does Hina-san think our game is over?"

Bucky found a relatively smooth spot among the rows of black bars, sat down, and even greeted the soldiers whose bodies were locked in the bars.

Hina raised her head, her face stained with blood, her eyes filled with resentment.

"So, you're just treating this as a game? You're treating their lives, our lives, as a game!"

"life?"

Bucky looked up at the white mist filling the sky, while on the other side of his mind he watched the battle between Doberman and Vergo.

Hehehe, making two naval colleagues face each other to the death.

However, he was still looking forward to seeing how far Doberman's amplified sense of absolute justice could go.

"I have no interest in this."

His tone was unhurried, and he didn't emphasize the word "life" at all.

It seems that this word is no different from any other word in Pakistan.

"Then what's going on with them?!"

Hina had already stood up, and a black slit had appeared on her wrist.

He felt a pang of regret that he didn't have a weapon made of seastone like his friend Smoker from the same period.

But that didn't stop her from venting.

"The Feather Barrier!" A black, fence-like barrier extended from her hands, enveloping Bucky's half-crippled body.

Are you referring to these adorable soldiers?