One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 16 The beginning of chaos

CRACK——

A Den Den Mushi was crushed in Doflamingo's hands.

Several veins popped out on his forehead.

His face showed an expression of anger but a smile.

This was the first time he had seen such an arrogant navy.

The first thing he thought of was that the navy was targeting him, otherwise there would be no reason for them to treat him with such arrogance.

Did the Navy realize what it had done?
The first thing that came to his mind was a gray-haired, wrinkled old woman.

But I am not without any preparation.

As for the surname Lukes...

Not enough servings.

Ming Ge pulled and tugged, and a white thread extended from his fingers and tied up a white Den Den Mushi that was dozing nearby.

"Virgo..."
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There is also a Den Den Mushi in front of Buggy.

A Den Den Mushi belonging to Major Yaro.

He is looking forward to it.

Who will be the first person to make this call?

Different people, with different levels of anxiety, can reflect different information.

If it was a panicked and angry call from Major General Sicily, the base commander of Zone 66, it would mean that not only Captain Diouf, but the entire naval base was involved in human trafficking. However, this was not unexpected to him.

Or maybe it was a direct call of accusation from the Navy Headquarters.

That means that in the eyes of the navy, the significance of a Shichibukai is far greater than justice in their eyes.

The speed at which the phone rings depends not only on the reaction of the forces behind Doflamingo and the nobles and wealthy businessmen, but also on the degree of unity within the navy.

Bucky hoped that the phone wouldn't ring for a while.

The meaning behind it is even more interesting.
"Create a little commotion, disrupt the original order, and then everything will become chaos."

“And I am the epitome of chaos.”

Bucky's smile was a little evil at this moment.

But there is no doubt that his actions were just.

So he was reasonably instructing Jacques, Arne and others to collect the so-called price of justice from the arrested nobles and wealthy businessmen.

If they don't want to see their big headlines on the next day's news.

Well, it’s not that no one has accused him of extortion.

However, the slave collars still hidden in the human auction hall quickly quieted them down.

As slave owners themselves, they knew very well the power of this thing.

Put your life and death completely in the hands of others.

A terrifying explosion that could shatter you to pieces was placed around your neck.

It’s not that they haven’t thought about the possibility that one day they will be enslaved by such things, but compared with the power to manipulate other people’s lives and trample on their dignity, such threats are deliberately ignored.

And now.

The threat was staring them in the face.

It broke down the defenses in their hearts more easily than any words or blood.

It was the first time in Jacques' life that he saw such great wealth.

Five hundred million, or six hundred million?
Baileys taller than a man were piled in front of him, and the speed of his heartbeat was completely out of his control.

"You can take half."

Bucky had no intention of curbing their greedy desires.

Greed can make them handy tools in one's hands.

And he did not deny that he also felt a surge of emotion when faced with such wealth.

However, what excites him more than the pursuit of wealth is how to use it.

"The game's startup capital is there again, right?" he muttered to himself.

What he expected seemed to come true. During the time when the navy was clearing the entire human auction venue, the Den Den Mushi in his hand was completely motionless.

But it is too far-fetched to say that Doflamingo and these noble and wealthy families would remain indifferent.

They must have had a connection with the Navy.

But this connection did not have the impact it should have.

"Thank you!"

In the iron cage, the pitiful female slave looked at Bucky with her watery eyes. The white uniform became the biggest light in her gray life.

"Thank you for what?" The light was a little puzzled.

"I need to remind you that in about half an hour, there will be a raging fire here."

"Before that, I suggest you hurry up and save yourself."

Bucky never made any attempt to free the slaves.

What he did was to peel off the fig leaf of the employment agency and expose the unbridled filth and darkness underneath.

Especially, with such a righteous identity and name.

What he wants to see is the tearing apart of order.

Because that’s where the chaos begins.

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The slave girl's face, which looked redeemed, was stunned for a moment, and then she understood.

The other party had no intention of opening the iron cage for him.

My destiny has not changed at all.

Her eyes swept across the marines in the meeting place. Those eyes that were clearly full of desire became evasive when their eyes met hers.

At least for now, their loyalty to Bucky is off the charts.

There is no way, he gave too much.

"How can I save myself?"

At least the naval commander's eyes weren't greedy.

This was her only comfort, and then she really started to think about how to save herself.

Body?

No, that's no different than being your own slave.

So what can I do?
While the female slave was thinking about how to save herself, Bucky walked towards the backstage of the auction venue.

Behind the big red curtains on both sides of the stage, there is a passage that is just big enough for the iron cage to pass through.

There are two obvious grooves on the bright tile floor.

Going further, there are several turns with gates.

It is worth mentioning that these iron gates, which were obviously built to prevent slaves from escaping, eventually became a dead end for Disco and his accomplices.

Behind the last thick iron door is the confinement area where all the slaves to be sold at the human auction are held.

Bucky suddenly stopped.

The expression is interesting.

In the prison area, there was no group of slaves with their heads hung and lifeless eyes waiting for salvation from him, a righteous navy.

There is only a hole about two meters in size.

Behind the hole, one can see several towering mangroves and rising neon bubbles, as if they were greeting him.

"It seems that I won't be able to see that old friend again."

Bucky whispered.

Back to the stage at the venue.

Bucky felt he needed to share this good news with the female slave.

What should I say?
Congratulations, you are now the only slave who needs to save himself.

Because the other slaves had already run away.

It is hard to imagine what the female slave went through when she heard the news.

But judging from her almost dull expression, the blow must have been quite severe.

This blow seemed to give her some kind of stimulation.

The female slave stood up with a determined look in her eyes.

On the wrist of his left hand was a prismatic piece of glass.

Cut your waist-length hair neatly off at the neck.

She held a handful of long hair that was as smooth as a ponytail in her hand.

Hand it to Bucky.

"Swan, my name is Swan."

This is her certificate of submission.

(End of this chapter)