One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 70 You Finally Got It

Chapter 70 You Finally Got It
How does it feel to split yourself into tens of thousands of parts?
Bucky used to think that the specially incarcerated schizophrenic patients at Arkham Asylum might have a say.

but now.

He is the leading authority on this subject.

Because he really divided "himself" into tens of thousands of parts.

Every split of the body carries with it parts of the spirit, with tens of thousands of selves existing simultaneously.

Why should I exist?

Bucky thoroughly enjoyed the tearing.

In such a torn situation, he actually had a sense of normality, as if this was how his normal self should exist.

Happy!

Very happy!

In the only spiritual world, Bucky was like being in the compound eyes of an insect-like creature, with tens of thousands of different pieces of information pouring into his brain.

A devil-like shadow loomed over him, laughing wildly with him with its mouth open.

Some soldiers wiped their cheeks absentmindedly, and they didn't know when a little blood was stained on them.

Blood stains the back of his hand as he wiped it.

When a certain lieutenant general with a rough face was shouting in silence, a thin piece of keratin touched his neck.

When the beautiful woman with long pink hair lifted her hair, some tiny fragments got stuck to her hair.

The indifferent officer did not notice that a piece of unknown debris was stuck to his body.
……

Lieutenant General Dauberman?
Is he crazy?
Vergo was stunned. He was annoyed at the G5 branch for acting on their own, but he also read the general meaning from their lip movements.

"traitor."

He always pays special attention to this word, so the first thing he thinks of is this word.

His expression became even colder invisibly.

Virgo is tall, strong, and muscular. He wears a white plaid coat and sunglasses all the time.

At the cuff of the coat, a piece of bamboo slowly emerged.

This is his weapon, bamboo.

"I am not an enemy, Mr. Dauberman."

Even though he was deeply dissatisfied with Dauberman's attitude, and even though he knew that his voice was being completely blocked.

As an excellent undercover agent, Vergo still put on a gentle appearance.

At least I can't attack the navy first.

There are many people watching here.
The other party seemed to have understood his lip movements, and a bit of struggle was revealed on his ferocious face.

Dauberman is not easily swayed by his emotions.

Just lost briefly in the carnage.

He began to fear the voice in his heart.
clown!

Dauberman seemed to understand.

I remembered my original goal.

The red gaze slowly calmed down.

Blood slid down the hanging blade onto the deck, making a dripping sound.

From the distant horizon, a white line flew over and hung on the dark clouds.

There seemed to be a figure hanging below, echoing among the clouds.

"Little Lord?"

In the silent environment, Virgo spoke to himself.

He was no stranger to the realm of silence, so he didn't have too many concerns.

But these two words sounded like thunder to Doberman's ears.

The sound is back?!

The two were suddenly frightened.

And in Doberman's mind, there was a voice that mocked him unscrupulously.

"Hahahahaha!"

The clown's laughter is exaggerated and piercing.

"Did you see that, Young Master? Your fellow Vice Admiral calls a pirate Young Master!"

“Did you see it, hahahaha!”

"Where is your justice, where is your absoluteness?!"

"In your so-called absolute justice, you thought that the Navy only needed to obey!" "It has already been riddled with holes!"

"This is what you think of as justice, hahahaha!"

Dauberman seemed to see the clown right in front of him and laughed so hard that he couldn't bend over.

"Is your justice really absolute?"

A sneering voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.

"They blasphemed justice." The bloodshot eyes of Dauberman returned to calm.

Reason turns to madness.

It was like seeing a hemp rope that should have been able to pull me up was suddenly wrapped around my neck and kept tightening.
Then strangle all his sanity.

"Justice. Absolute justice."

"All those who blaspheme it will be killed!"

In his spiritual world, the white light ball occupied the living space of all other light balls.

Although Dauberman had no sympathy for his subordinates, and never cared about the lives of these irrelevant people, and although he did not care about the lives of the so-called people,
But absolute justice is his only belief.

It is precisely because of this absolute justice that he can ignore everything else and just execute it on behalf of the justice behind him.

The premise is that what he represents is truly just.
"That's right!"

The mocking voice in my mind suddenly didn't seem so harsh anymore.

Instead, he shouted in a voice of joking admiration, "Kill, kill! Absolute justice should not allow even a speck of dust. This should be what you should pursue in life!"

"You finally got it, hahahaha."

The black clouds passed by, and the figure under the white line revealed its true appearance.

A puppet with a clown mask on!!

How can a puppet be swinging in the sky!
Vergo's face was filled with anger, but his familiarity with the Fruit of Silence made him relax his vigilance.

The other party also revealed this area so appropriately.

This time it's unclear what's going on.
Vergo sighed softly, the thought of killing rising in his heart.

If we kill them all, no one will know, right?

This thought came to him involuntarily.

Just like just now, he should not have said the word "Young Master" so casually.

It seems like there is something in my heart that keeps amplifying my emotions and thoughts.

There was also a hint of red in the pupils beneath the sunglasses.

The bamboo body slowly turned black.

The armed color domineering spread up.

"Tell Hinata what you're doing, Lieutenant!"

The artilleryman who was venting his emotions had his hands and feet suddenly blocked by a row of black iron bars, which then spun around him, wrapping him up like a net.

Hinai's hands extended into a pair of black iron bars to lock up her men.

Rather than worrying about Lord Doberman who massacred his subordinates for unknown reasons, and the two warships fighting in the distance, Hina chose to solve the problem on his own warship first.

She asked coldly, a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth.

"Ms. Hinai." Tears kept falling from the artillery's eyes.

His will was not strong, and his emotions were cut into a tangled mess in his madness.

"You deceived me, deceived me!"

"The justice you talk about is totally fake!"

"I've only been serving those fat pigs!"

His face quickly turned red with anger and embarrassment.

"You just treat us as disposable materials!"

"No matter how hard we train, we can't even see your back!"

"Nonsense, Lieutenant!" Hina said coldly, "We rescued a lot of people--"

The artilleryman did not give her a chance to explain. Instead, he twisted his chained hands, took out a pistol, and pointed it at his throat.

There was a bang.