As Long As It Explodes

The Baku feeds on dreams and is accompanied by mist.

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From this perspective, the white mist filling the sky is a bit like the Baku's secretions.

Quite strange.

However, it will take some time to create enough dense fog to conceal the approaching Terror Thriller Bark.

Just right, it can serve as time for fear to ferment.

Buggy rubbed his hands in anticipation.

Standing on the extremely high mast of the Terror Thriller Bark, he stood there, even seeing the red continent, faintly merging with the night sky, from afar.

The grander it is, the more decadent it is, the more value it has in destruction.

"Mr. Morgans, I'm here!"

Morgans flapped his wings and climbed up the main mast with some difficulty. Birds that can't fly indeed face more difficulties in life.

His eyes were filled with excitement.

Unlike Buggy, who wanted to see the destruction of order, this Intelligence Emperor only wanted to see a big scoop.

Good or bad, it doesn't matter!

Buggy didn't care about such a look.

There must be a desire to keep these tools firmly in hand.

Fear alone is not enough.

He realized this long ago.

"Send a message to the World Government."

"A message?" Morgans took out his notebook.

"Yes," Buggy stroked his chin and chuckled, "Tell them the souls of God Valley have come to seek revenge."

God Valley?!

Morgans' eyes widened.

"You always knew?"

Why did Captain Buggy know about God Valley?

Didn't the World Government block all the news? And Captain Buggy wasn't on the ship back then.

No, that's not right either!

Captain Buggy was once a member of that crew, so it's normal for him to know such secrets!

"I knew it. How could someone like you suddenly decide to come to the Terror Thriller Bark."

Birdman looked enlightened.

"So you already knew that the Terror Thriller Bark was part of God Valley."

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Captain Buggy turned his head, looking slightly confused.

What he had just mentioned about the lingering souls clearly referred to Captain John and Silver Axe.

However, Morgans' words also coincidentally validated his previous guess.

Even Moria didn't have the luxury to build an island.

Coupled with the fact that the ship's origin, West Blue, was where the God Valley incident occurred.

It wasn't surprising that this was the answer.

"But Captain Buggy, if we release the news, what if an Admiral comes directly?"

He didn't ask who to take revenge on.

In this world, nearly 80% of those bearing deep grudges target the Celestial Dragons.

However, the God Valley incident did leave a considerable impact on the Celestial Dragons.

Well, that was also when he earned his first pot of gold from the World Government.

Morgans recalled that when he was still a rookie reporter, he received a hefty hush-money from the World Government for documenting such a shocking event.

"Then release another piece of news to the pirates, hmm, especially the Supernovas."

Captain Buggy hadn't forgotten that among this generation's Supernovas, there was a Marine mole.

Where were they now, Fish-Man Island?

He wasn't sure, but Captain Buggy believed Morgans had the ability to deliver the message.

"Say that Whitebeard's remnants are preparing to retaliate against Marineford."

He thought of the pirate corpses of the Whitebeard Pirates that Moria had collected and felt that this statement had no issues.

"Release it to the pirates?" Morgans paused, not quite understanding.

He then asked with some worry, "But what if the World Government doesn't budge?"

He was referring to this smoke message.

Well, in his opinion, their goal was still to blow up Mary Geoise, after all, they had already planned it, hadn't they?

"Then we'll blow up Marineford. I heard they've put a lot of effort into rebuilding it."

Buggy tapped the Birdman's shoulder.

"And if they're on high alert for both Mary Geoise and Marineford, then we'll blow up Impel Down."

He licked his lips, "I'm not picky. Judicial Island would work too, just for a fireworks show."

"Of course, it's best if we can make them feel fear."

The charm of an explosion wasn't just its brief brilliance, but also the anticipation of waiting for it.

Buggy was certainly anticipating it, and he didn't care how the World Government felt.

"Use your imagination, release more messages, and add a sense of panic to the World Government."

"Where will the final explosion be?"

A particularly brilliant smile spread across Buggy's face. "My Mr. Big News, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

"You don't have a plan?"

Looking at that smile, Morgans suddenly felt an exceptionally thrilling sensation.

He felt he had underestimated the Joker's madness.

Then, he chuckled along:

"Yes, no matter where we blow up, it'll be big news."

Night deepened.

A pirate ship shaped like a penguin sailed out of the jaws of the triangle sail.

On the slightly cramped deck.

Secretary Gull was incessantly tapping away with his broad wings.

Four Den Den Mushi with different functions surrounded him.

The underground king of the intelligence industry began to show his value, and as his subordinate, Secretary Gull naturally had to get busy.

Value was the biggest difference between them and rations.

Especially Secretary Gull.

He hadn't forgotten the look in the madman's eyes when the ship's food was running low before.

It made Gull tremble!

But what he was doing now was something that would make the world tremble.

Judicial Island, Marineford, Mary Geoise, and even Impel Down would begin to tremble over the news he was preparing to send out.

Of course, it was hard to make people believe rumors, even with the World Economic News as a guarantee.

But Buggy didn't intend for Morgans to do that.

If the news had more evidence, people would naturally believe it.

"Captain Buggy, where are we going now?"

Morgans couldn't suppress his doubts and asked.

His professional habit as a reporter made him always want to get to the bottom of things.

"Are you hungry?"

Buggy tapped his fingers on the ship's railing, the wood making a rhythmic thud.

Secretary Gull, who had been busy working, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Huh?"

"I'm hungry. Let's go ashore for a late-night snack."

"Well, if things go smoothly."

Buggy's words seemed to hint at something.

In the past, he would have felt like a dog chasing a car, completely unaware of what he was doing.

Once he caught up... then he'd have something to do.

But now...

He felt like he was on the car and had never gotten off.

On an antique train that always smelled of decay and rigidity, covered in rust, making one wish they could scrub it clean with a water gun several times!