House Search

As everyone knows, the World Government does not permit human trafficking.

And as the World Government's enforcement agency, the Marines naturally cannot condone it either.

Therefore, most of the auction houses on Sabaody Archipelago are disguised as Employment Agencies.

This way, the Marines at Base 66 can pretend not to see it.

"Darkness, too much darkness," Buggy shook his head, looking heartbroken.

He felt he was really getting into character; if he was playing a Marine, he had to act like one.

So he gently pushed open the door of what was called an Employment Agency but was actually a Human Auction House.

Before the two burly Suit Thugs could stop him, he spoke first:

"Hello, House Search."

Is this person crazy?

The Suit Thugs were stunned for a while, unable to imagine what kind of person would dare to come to a lawless zone and say such a thing to an auction house with an obviously powerful background.

But when they noticed the White Uniform of the person who arrived, their expressions turned to joy.

The person they were told about had arrived!

But before he could relay the information inside.

A squad of Marines filed in.

Sergeant Jacques led the way, his expression filled with righteousness.

The Marines' new appointments had already been made; the esteemed Major Arrow was now a Marine Major at Base 66 of Sabaody Archipelago.

Naturally, he, Jacques, was also part of Base 66.

So when Major Arrow came to enforce justice, he, as his Lackey, had to be at the forefront.

The two doormen in suits, along with the dozen or so thugs who rushed out later, all decisively put their hands on their heads and knelt down upon seeing the White Uniforms.

They weren't Pirates, so why would they fight to the death with the Marines?

Until a Mustached Suit Man, clearly the leader of the suit-wearing men, came out with a clattering sound.

He shouted repeatedly:

"What are you doing here!"

"Do you know whose property this is!"

"Who is your officer? We want to see your officer!"

"Right here!" Buggy obediently raised a hand.

This Guy?

The mustached man's expression changed instantly, and he turned to run.

But he hadn't taken two steps before a musket blocked his path.

The dark gun muzzle was pressed against his forehead.

Jacques didn't know how to describe the majesty of the moment.

He himself had abandoned the light for darkness, he himself had prepared to commit evil deeds, yet now he was truly carrying out justice.

The world is truly wonderful.

"Yes, shoot here, get a close-up, this is exclusive news!"

Buggy pointed, having Arne hold the camera and shove it into the mustached man's face, taking several close-ups of him.

"What do you want?"

The mustached man clearly recognized who had arrived, and asked through gritted teeth.

"What do I want? See the uniform I'm wearing, see the two words on my back?"

Buggy's expression almost broke as he said this.

The Joker was wearing justice.

If his old friends from Gotham City saw this, they probably wouldn't believe it either.

But his "just" act wasn't just this.

With a Bang.

The only main door to the auction hall was violently kicked open.

Disco, who was working hard to create an atmosphere under the spotlight, froze.

The bright future he had longed for had truly arrived.

Just not in the way he had expected.

The person who entered wore a bright Marine Uniform, draped in a coat of justice.

The smile on his face was brilliant and sunny.

"We all believe that chaos can bring justice, right?"

Buggy muttered to himself.

This was another commonality he found among the Three Clowns.

"Then." He straightened his body and performed an awkward Noble Etiquette, "Ladies and Gentlemen, congratulations."

"You have been arrested for participating in the Slave Trade."

The Buyers below the Venue looked astonished, not understanding why the Marines who were supposed to be protecting them, the Marines who took their money, would come to crash this party.

Did anyone actually believe the World Government's Empty Talk?

Don't be ridiculous, there were several World Government officials in the front row!

"Presumptuous!"

"Which part of the Navy are you from? I'm going to Complain about you!"

From a VIP Seat in the second row, a Luxuriously Dressed Man suddenly stood up, pointing at Buggy's nose and shouting angrily.

If it were a Pirate who had arrived, he would have immediately shrunk under his chair, even hiding his plump body into the floor.

But it was the Navy.

So he dared to curse Buggy's name.

But clearly, he had overlooked one thing.

Some Marines were just Criminals wearing a Marine skin.

The response was three violent Gunshots.

The Attendant next to the Tax Official looked stunned.

But this Marine in front of him still seemed dissatisfied. One hand covered his Ears, as if afraid of the loud Gunshots, while the other hand held a Pistol, firing shot after shot at the Tax Official's falling body.

Bloody Smell, Gunpowder Smell, and the Urine Smell from who knows where...

The pampered Adults were so frightened by the scene that their faces turned ashen.

"Now, all you respected Ladies and Gentlemen, do you hear what I'm saying clearly?"

Buggy casually tossed the scalding hot Pistol aside.

In fact, he had taken it from the Moustache.

"Such a large auction Venue, why is there no Security Force at all?"

Buggy muttered with slight disappointment.

He felt the pirates in this world were too conservative. With so much obvious wealth laid out, none of them were moved.

"Men left, women right. Let our dear Comrade Reporter take a clear close-up. And you slaves over there, don't wipe the bloodstain off your face. Can't you look a bit more miserable?"

The slaves in the iron cage wore extremely thin grey clothes with scattered holes.

Snow-white skin peeked out from beneath the grey clothes, only to be cruelly scraped with a few wounds.

Their kneeling sideways posture caused their black long hair to spread onto the floor.

The sky blue eyes, just covered by a layer of water mist, had just fanned the auction's atmosphere into an exceptionally heated state.

This was a female slave filled with poignant beauty.

Arne took a few photos and felt a bit disappointed.

Disco, who had been in boundless glory moments ago, now looked fearful, trembling as he hid in a corner, dialing a Den Den Mushi.

"Are you done?" Buggy leaned over to him and asked kindly.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi in Disco's hand was answered.

"Hello, what is it?!" The Den Den Mushi's expression was clearly unhappy.

"Good morning," Buggy greeted gently.

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Doflamingo glanced at the clearly dim yellow sunlight, a strange look on his face.

However, he still recognized that the voice did not belong to his subordinate.

"Where is Disco?"

"He's, uh, doing fine, I guess." Buggy took the Den Den Mushi from the stunned Disco.

His forehead was pressed against the cold gun muzzle.

"By the way, the Employment Agency in Area 1, what you call the Human Auction House."

"It's been raided by me, Colonel Arrow Lux."