The Next Amusement

After the gunshot.

Another figure emerged from behind the sprawling fiery ruins.

The newcomer's footsteps were initially hurried, but after sensing the situation ahead, he seemed to quickly adjust, his footsteps becoming steady.

"Well done."

Brownie's expression returned to its usual stern, unsmiling demeanor.

His coat was quite damaged, and his figure was slightly disheveled.

He appeared composed, as if everything was under his control.

If Buggy hadn't just seen the sweat on Brownie's face, he might have suspected that the latter was the one who caused the explosion to escape.

In fact, upon seeing Buggy light the fuse.

His first reaction was to find cover.

Given that guy's madness, it was possible he'd drag the entire fleet down with him.

Brownie casually praised the major in front of him.

He also knew this was a distinguished major.

A representative from that side.

However, after the chaos of the explosion, he was able to quickly descend to the crew quarters and intercept the pirate who was about to escape.

It was commendable.

He glanced at the muzzle of the gun on the pirate.

On the right side of his abdomen.

Not fatal.

Perhaps they intended to transport this pirate to the Sabaody Archipelago, a pirate prisoner who attempted to escape and was recaptured...

Those people would be interested, right?

Thinking of those nobles' strange hobbies sent a shiver down Brownie's spine.

"Never mind, once he's reported to the prison, he's no longer my responsibility."

Brownie was long accustomed to this.

Did they really expect those slave catchers to actively arrest vicious pirates?

What good are the Marines then?

The vast majority of pirate slaves actually flowed out from the Marines, which is why Brownie leaned more towards killing pirates on the spot.

He couldn't change this system.

He had even become an accomplice himself.

At least they had killed quite a few pirates.

This was the only thing that gave him some comfort.

"This is what I should do, Commodore."

Buggy bowed and replied with a smile.

As he bent over, Brownie's heart couldn't help but jump, as if that disgusting clown was in front of him again.

His face suddenly turned ashen.

"What's wrong, Commodore?"

"Nothing, nothing." Brownie coughed twice, suppressing the disgust in his heart.

This was just a weakling Major who liked to play with noble etiquette; he didn't need to overreact.

Where had that red-nosed clown gone now...

Had he really taken the opportunity to escape?

The thought made his scalp tingle.

After so many years in the military, this red-nosed clown was definitely the most disgusting opponent he had ever encountered.

Bar none!

Watching helplessly as the other party learned all his moves and then quickly adapted them to fight him back.

It made him extremely cautious even when making the slightest move!

What was even more disgusting was that, apart from Seastone, he had no way to harm the other party. The fragmented body had the same effect as elementalization.

For the first time, he desperately wanted to master Armament Haki.

"This isn't Enies Lobby; there's no need for these formalities. A salute is sufficient."

"Understood."

Buggy followed the advice, no longer provoking the Commodore.

This also proved the success of his current disguise.

Even Brownie, who had just fought him, was completely unaware.

Moreover, the chaotic situation he personally created just added another layer of fog to his current identity, making the subsequent investigation by the Marines much more difficult.

Brownie was still alive, and the chaos caused by the explosion could be quickly suppressed.

Difficult-to-identify charred corpses were dragged out of the burning cabins.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, half of the warship had sunk.

The people originally on the escort ship had to transfer to the supporting warships, including the captured fugitives.

Facing the encirclement of a sea of fire and dark muzzles, they could only make a futile resistance.

The only thing that weighed heavily on Brownie's mind was that the red-nosed clown was gone.

"Is a mere pirate fugitive worth worrying about so much?"

Onigumo's face was grim, and his tone was not good.

Even the warship had sunk, and Brownie would probably get a lot of scolding, and he himself would likely get a couple of words too.

"Alas, you don't understand." Brownie said with a pained expression, "That guy is a monster."

Brownie felt that he wouldn't be able to escape the shadow of this clown for a while.

"Then don't leave him any chance."

"Listen to my orders, sink the escort ship completely!"

"Sink it?!" Brownie exclaimed in surprise, "Are there still Marines on board?"

Onigumo was unconcerned, "Sinking it within the Gate of Justice is good for both you and me."

"After all, the escort ship wasn't following the designated route."

Hoo, quite decisive.

Buggy leaned against the iron railing on the second deck, watching the Marines' actions with a hint of ease.

As for the action...

He had finally found himself a noble identity as a Lieutenant Commander, and being able to stay here was already fulfilling his duty.

The view from here was perfect.

He could see what was in front of him.

The entire process of small mushrooms dragging the massive warship to the seabed.

Truly spectacular.

"Fireworks to celebrate, and a second round at that. It seems this world is exceptionally enthusiastic."

"Next, what kind of fun should I bring to this world?"

Buggy twisted his neck, ideas popping into his head one after another.

Searching for the One Piece?

Boring.

Conquering the world?

Still boring.

As for some kind of justice adventure.

Buggy felt it was less interesting than performing knife-swallowing at the circus.

He suddenly remembered that trivial and boring diary.

"Perhaps, I should squeeze every last drop of value out of this identity."

Buggy lowered his head, his white justice coat rustling in the sea breeze.

"Sometimes, the truth is more stimulating than anything else."

--

Marineford.

Within the towering city walls stacked layer upon layer, a heavy "bang" suddenly echoed.

Sengoku slammed the report in his hand down.

"What the hell are these scoundrels up to!"

He pushed up his round-rimmed glasses with his left hand and rubbed his brow.

He was no longer young; distinct wrinkles could be seen on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes.

But as the leader of the Marines, the largest force of violence on this sea, many things were not as he wished.

Like the report before him.

A Marine escort ship had experienced an escape incident. Some vicious pirate fugitives detonated the warship's boiler room, causing the vessel to sink.

Attached to this report was a wanted poster for a red-nosed clown.

Clearly, it was that vicious pirate.

It was just that the bounty amount was a bit dazzling.

Fifteen million Belly.

It could be considered top-tier in the East Blue, but on the Grand Line, he wouldn't even count as a small fry.

Now, this very small fry had not only escaped the Navy's custody but had also sunk a warship.

"Buggy. One red-haired pirate is troublesome enough, and now this guy shows up."

"And precisely at this time."

Sengoku glanced thoughtfully at a top-secret report on his desk.

The sudden appearance of this unexpected incident also made him hesitate about a certain grand plan brewing in his mind.

"But this old man will never give up this opportunity."

Having reached the position of Fleet Admiral, Sengoku's decisions were not so easily shaken.