I Have a Favorite Movie

The calming effect of the explosives was very obvious.

At least the bristling bird feathers on Morgans became much smoother.

He wasn't sure how much effect such a small amount of explosives would have, but he didn't want to gamble at all.

It was too close to his head!

"This is truly big news," Morgans forced himself to stay calm, his beak trembling. "Major, you're a Devil Fruit User too? This is something no other intelligence has ever mentioned."

This ability seemed familiar.

Independently moving limbs.

The Four-Way Split-Split Fruit!

Joker Buggy!

Buggy's related news had just been in the newspaper not long ago, with his bounty skyrocketing from Fifteen Million Belly to Two Hundred Million Belly. It wasn't just his former crewmates who were surprised, even an Intelligence Chief like Morgans was taken aback.

Moreover, that Major named Arrow seemed to be someone from the warship.

If he could blow up the warship escorting him, blowing off a bird head wouldn't be too much, right?

His heart grew more wary. For the sake of his bird head, he still didn't dare to show too much.

He even said somewhat submissively, "How can I help you, Major?"

A qualified Underground Emperor knows when to retreat underground in a timely manner.

"Of course."

The hand on Morgans's shoulder swayed.

"But before that, we need to solve a small problem."

The eye in his hand rolled around.

As his words fell, a small part of the already solitary hand suddenly split off again.

It shot out like a projectile, heading into the guest room just one wall away from Morgans.

If Brownie were here, he would definitely think this move was very similar to his Finger Gun.

"Photo King!"

Morgans's cry was somewhat shrill.

Photo King was the head of his Photography Department, whom he had specifically brought from Headquarters for the grand scene that was about to unfold.

But that wasn't the only strange thing.

"Iron Body!"

The Photo King, dressed as a paparazzo in the room, instinctively used Rokushiki to defend against the sudden attack.

"Damn it, he's with the World Government!"

As the head of the underground intelligence industry, Morgans was already very sensitive to the Rokushiki that the CP Organization was skilled at.

He just hadn't expected that the CP Organization had infiltrated his side.

But how did Buggy know about it?!

Morgans felt a bit more fear towards this seemingly greedy guy, but his face still showed extreme anger.

"You'd better give me a good explanation!"

The Photo King's heart sank, and he secretly cursed. He had no idea how he'd been exposed. Judging by the astonished expression on Morgans, the Intelligence Chief, his undercover strategy should have been very successful.

Unfortunately, he ran into Buggy.

This guy had the Prophet Cheat activated.

Ever since he noticed the Photo King's existence, he had intended to deal with him.

Morgans was a very important Tool Person to him.

And to make a guy who had been operating in the Surface World for so many years feel genuine fear...

Buggy felt that the corner of his mouth should have been turned up high at this moment, but his back of hand wasn't large enough to accommodate his smiling mouth.

So it looked like a ring-shaped slit with an arc had appeared on one of his hands.

Even stranger!

Although the Photo King had activated Iron Body in a moment of crisis, the finger that Buggy unleashed exploded the instant it touched his skin.

Buggy, in the solitary confinement room of the District 66 Base, suddenly turned pale.

Decomposing his body's organs into an explosive result, the price was his now pale complexion.

His abilities weren't limitless; he knew that from the College Student's memories.

However, the mouth on Morgans' shoulder was still grinning.

He could explode himself again.

"This is truly surprising."

His relaxed and indifferent tone was as if he had suddenly appeared at an old friend's banquet when he was in Gotham City.

Although they didn't really welcome Buggy as a guest.

Beyond his indifferent words was the figure of Photo King rapidly escaping.

The sudden explosion of limbs startled him, but it didn't cause him any substantial damage.

"Major Arrow is a Devil Fruit User. This intelligence may not be significant, but I have to withdraw."

Photo King thought to himself, then punched the window.

With just a few agile leaps, he easily landed on Inn Town.

"We can't let him escape, he knows the location of our Headquarters."

Morgans exclaimed, his two claws still tightly gripping the spot.

Heaven knows the strength of this undercover agent; he didn't want to go to his death.

His shout was directed more at Buggy on his shoulder.

He didn't expect anything from Secretary Pigeon; that guy had already skillfully hidden under the bed.

"Don't rush."

"Ah, what was I just about to say, the story of the scar? That's a bit old, but I can tell it if you want to hear it."

"Do you want the tragic version of a wife full of love, or the version full of fatherly love?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I even saw a very interesting movie in my memory."

Buggy on his shoulder was still chattering away with a smile.

If a psychiatrist were present, they would definitely recognize this as a very typical symptom of a mental patient.

Flight of ideas.

The typical manifestation is a long string of words that spill out before the brain can even process them.

They didn't chase after him.

But they couldn't catch up anyway.

Photo King lowered his head and buried himself in the crowd, taking a look at the content he had captured with his spy camera.

A strange hand, very clear.

That was enough.

The undercover agent's instinct told Photo King that the inside story behind this hand was likely more than met the eye.

He hadn't taken two steps with his head down before he felt a strange sensation in his chest.

The feeling...

was like a swarm of ants marching on his heart, sometimes forming a straight line, sometimes forming the character 'person'.

The strangeness filled him with panic.

He twisted his head.

His gaze followed his path, swept over the window he had stepped on twice, passed through the wall that Buggy's finger had blasted a small hole in, and landed on the hand resting on Morgans's shoulder.

That brazen mouth...

"That movie is called, Let the Bullets Fly for a While."

BANG----

On Inn Town, Photo King suddenly exploded into a mist of blood.

A lump of something stuck to his chest had detonated.

Gulp.

Morgans felt as if he had swallowed an ice cube, a chill spreading through his heart.

Strange, this hand, from its appearance to the abilities it displayed, was utterly bizarre!

Could this really be the work of that pirate named Buggy?

He couldn't figure it out at all.

But his tone of inquiry had unconsciously taken on a hint of fawning.

"Sir, what is our next plan?"

"Do I look like someone with a plan, my Lord of Big News?"

The mouth on the strange hand dropped its smile, and it asked back calmly.