Don't Do It for Nothing

Celestial Dragons!

One had just been shot in the head!

Right in front of the whole world!

Morgans felt every feather on his body stand on end. Deep down, he was terrified that a Celestial Dragon had died right before his eyes, but his instinct to chase Big News filled him with boundless excitement!

The Marines were judging and executing that sinful bloodline.

And they had just shot one of the twenty most exalted kings in the world in the head, right in front of everyone!

He could almost imagine how furious the World Government must be right now!

Some high-ranking official was surely pounding the expensive conference table, beard bristling and eyes bulging.

Too bad he couldn't record that scene.

Put it alongside the scene before him, and the effect would be truly shocking.

His instincts as a reporter were already making him think about how to describe the news in a way that would grab the public's attention.

Of course, he might exaggerate a little.

But that was forgivable.

Still, while Lord of Big News was daydreaming about his career prospects, he hadn't forgotten his current predicament.

What happened to Buggy was none of his concern.

But he could imagine that, as an accomplice, he must have a whole swarm of CP agents looking for him right now!

He couldn't exactly expect them to believe he'd only helped because he was threatened, could he?

A wise man knew which way the wind was blowing!

A good reporter also knew to get himself out of danger before it arrived.

Fortunately, he'd moved everyone from the branch office in advance, so the agents must have come up empty.

Even Luo's normally indifferent gaze was momentarily clouded with shock.

This guy was a genuine lunatic!

Until the very last second of the countdown on Buggy's lips, Luo had thought he might use the hostage to bargain with the World Government.

Even for the status of a Member Nation.

As long as he was willing to restore some of the World Government's dignity in front of the entire world.

But to Luo's surprise, there hadn't even been a countdown.

He'd suddenly shot a Celestial Dragon in the head just like that!

How insane!

And yet, his madness was so carefully calculated!

First, he'd drawn Luo in, using Room to kidnap a Celestial Dragon without alerting the guards. Then he'd quietly waited for the perfect moment, when Marineford was facing its greatest war—even after being beheaded once himself!

And this Underground Emperor of the intelligence world had dared to join this madman in doing something so insane.

Compared to Luo, who kept himself completely out of sight, Lord of Big News was the one truly risking his neck!

The whole affair, in Luo's eyes,

was utterly impossible to replicate, with timing gauged to absolute precision—and only then came the gamble.

Was the man not afraid that the Marines would consider the Celestial Dragon more important than Ace? Not afraid that the Whitebeard Pirates might not commit all their forces to this war?

Even the slightest chance of that would mean Buggy was doomed to die without a grave!

Insane?

Buggy calmly picked up the detonator he'd accidentally dropped.

He pressed a few buttons at random.

Yep, it had definitely gone off.

After sitting in his hand for three seconds, the little oval detonator suddenly developed several white lines across its surface.

The lines spread. In the blink of an eye, the detonator split apart.

What was this, Devil Fruit Awakening?

He didn't feel any different.

Buggy rubbed his chin, puzzled.

The devil was quite pleased with him, but he wasn't very pleased with the devil.

He'd thought there might be room for one more outsider in their little world of three.

How boring.

He kicked the chunks of flesh by his shoe with mild disdain, then wiped the blood off himself.

Everything was going according to plan, which was why it was so boring.

What Buggy was really looking forward to was whether Sengoku had the nerve to send an Admiral after him while facing Whitebeard.

Or perhaps the Celestial Dragons' so-called Holy Land would send over some Knights.

At the very least, it would've been fun if they'd fired a Space-Based Weapon at Sabaody Archipelago.

But nothing happened.

Sengoku had chosen to fight when faced with Whitebeard and the Celestial Dragons, while the devil had happily chosen him.

But inside, he still felt unsatisfied.

Maybe the gold that would satisfy those two guys could fill that void a little?

Once his smile faded, Buggy's eyes turned dark and cold.

The screens at Marineford had been destroyed, and the signal had cut out with them. There was no need to keep the live broadcast going.

He clicked his tongue twice and guided the disconnected Live Broadcast Den Den Mushi onto his shoulder.

Then he yanked down the huge red curtain that had served as the backdrop.

A flash of gold stabbed at his eyes.

It also lit up the surrounding area.

Jewels and jade of every color were scattered across heaps of gold, carelessly tossed around this enormous underground chamber.

Devil Fruits worth at least two hundred million berries, and impossible to buy at any price, were treated no better than anything else in the room: tossed into crude boxes and left wherever.

This was Saint Shalria's vault.

They had never left the Celestial Dragon's estate.

"If you're good at something, don't do it for nothing."

Buggy turned his head, tossing a strangely patterned fruit in his hand.

"I hope they'll like the gift I left behind."

Area 1, on the site of the former Human Auction House.

A building identical to the original had somehow been rebuilt.

"Quick!"

"Intelligence says it's this place!"

"Surround it! Saint Rosward and Princess Lulius are missing too. We can't let that lunatic kill another of their kind!"

Nearly every Marine and World Government force on Sabaody Archipelago had been mobilized.

They had surrounded the auction house several layers deep.

Leading them was a mysterious man in a white suit and a white mask.

The white mask bore obvious signs of having been patched up.

The CP0 Organization—the strongest shield of the Celestial Dragons.

That had been true before.

Today, they had clearly failed in their duty.

Not another Celestial Dragon could be allowed to die.

That was an order straight from the Gorosei.

It was also why they were only surrounding the place.

The venue's doors were locked. A crude wooden sign was fixed to them, covered in black scribbles.

It read: "Please don't touch anything in here. Not a single thing!"

"Child's play," the masked man muttered.

They couldn't keep standing around like this. As long as no more Celestial Dragons were harmed, the masked man thought it might be worth paying a price.

But remembering Buggy's madness, he hesitated as he pressed a hand against the door.

Only for a moment.

Then the masked man firmly pushed the door open.

Creak—

Whoosh.

The venue was empty, save for a stage with a curtain.

The masked man relaxed a little, but then remembered his moment of cowardice and couldn't help getting annoyed.

He smashed the wooden sign on the door with a single punch.

Crack!

The board shattered.

Exposing a complex network of switches and wires inside.

Next came the jubilant sound of several strings of firecrackers exploding in succession.

Multicolored streamers drifted down from the ceiling.

And falling alongside them were two figures, hanged by thick hemp ropes.

Celestial Dragons!

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