Blood.
Slowly filling the iron-grey deck.
Arne couldn't help but shudder.
He is not some newbie pirate.
Follow the last captain as he burns through towns and plunders merchant ships!
When he went to sea, he threw his conscience into the sea and fed it to the Neptunes. They were thieves. Burning, killing, robbing, and plundering were all commonplace!
If you don’t rob others, others will rob them!
But he still couldn't help but feel frightened by the bloody way in front of him.
When he opened the wound, took out the knife inside, and threw it to the funny-looking clown...
…
…
"I'm so sorry."
Bucky turned his head and flipped his hair casually, "I was so happy all of a sudden that I couldn't hold it back."
"How do you say that? Yes, I am peace-loving."
He casually stuffed the knife into his waist, ignoring the mass of rotten meat behind him.
It seems to be called...Puppy Musa, he does talk a bit too much.
It caught his eye.
He picked up the other hand that fell on the ground.
Of course, there is a price to pay to break free from the sea stone handcuffs that target Devil Fruit users.
He sawed off his own hands.
As long as he doesn't come into contact with the sea tower stone handcuffs, Bucky's immortality will naturally come back.
Then just put the amputated hand back on.
"It's so interesting to split the fruit into pieces."
He licked his lips, and the sections of his arms and palms touched together and joined together like building blocks.
He didn't know if it would work until he tried it.
The original Bucky didn't have the guts to try this.
But when it comes to courage, Jack from Arkham Asylum has a lot of it.
Ah, I hope his dear attending doctor and those lovely patients will not regret his departure.
Especially, that cute little bat!
He's having more fun now!
"Devil Fruit... Do you want to get another one to try? I heard that if you eat the second one, you will explode and die, but I can already explode it myself, how else can I explode it?"
"Or, feed it to other people with abilities."
"Yes, yes, this is called an experiment."
Bucky thought about all kinds of interesting things in his memory, his eyes became brighter, and his hair that was originally tied up was let down, matching his nagging face.
It's the Joker that the good people of Gotham City will never mistake for...a madman!
"B...Baki-sama."
In addition to having the bad shortcomings of a pirate, Alne also has the advantages of a pirate, such as being able to quickly recognize his position in a ship.
Of course, the situation in front of him was not what he could have predicted.
The reason why I gave Bucky the knife before was because I thought that the other party was just a pirate with a bounty of 15 million beli, so he shouldn't be too cruel...
md, did the Navy guys use their brains when setting the bounty?
With such ferocity, a big pirate with hundreds of millions of people can only do this, right? !
"Don't worry, don't worry."
"I'm in a much better mood now."
He saw Bucky waving his hands, splitting his body into pieces, and then calmly walked out of the cage of the vicious dog Musa.
The curse of the sea, the power of the devil fruit.
It should be superhuman.
After all, Arne is a pirate on the Grand Line, so it’s not like Arne doesn’t have this knowledge.
"Your hand...?"
Bucky's hands were filled with his own thoughts.
One used his index finger, middle finger and ring finger alternately to climb towards the upper cabin.
The other hand floated up on its own and reached into the depths of the deck cabin where they were currently located.
The three of them together didn't have enough pirates for 100 million beli, but they didn't have the nerve to ask the navy to use a warship to escort them.
It takes a whole layer of pirates to make enough.
tens of?
Or hundreds?
Bucky didn't remember either. He only remembered that it took more than two hours from the time he was loaded into the cabin to the time he started to wander on the ship.
In addition, the feeling of operating three separated body parts at the same time is surprisingly simple.
Maybe it's because he has three brains now.
The original Bucky didn't have such smooth control ability.
"Busy, busy." He shook his head, and the rest of his body was like a lonely old man left behind. "It's better to be busy."
It looks like a mental illness!
…
Outside the cabin.
The sea is dark.
Only the dark green camouflage-colored warships rolled out circles of ripples glowing with milky white scales.
The night is very late.
But as a naval officer escorting the ship, Sergeant Jacques still did not slack off at all.
He led several first-class soldiers to patrol back and forth in front of the ship building. The footsteps made by the leather boots should be gentle but still have enough presence.
The gentleness is to not disturb the officers' rest, but the presence is to make Commodore Browne, who occasionally wakes up at night, aware that outside the warm cabin, the loyal Sergeant Jacques is doing his best to perform his duties.
When he was a little far away from the commander's lounge, Sergeant Jacques' footsteps became unsteady.
Light a cigarette casually.
"We'll reach the Gate of Justice in about an hour. If you all work harder, we won't have to patrol hard after entering the gate."
He patted a private on the shoulder, convinced that nothing unusual had happened throughout the night.
What Sergeant Jacques didn't know was that when he turned his head, a not so clean but diligent little hand flew past him quickly.
If you look more closely, you will see a dripping eye and ear on this hand.
Not long after.
The diligent little hands brought back more and more things to Bucky.
Gunpowder, swords, guns, navigation charts, keys, and an officer's diary...
This person is not serious.
He flipped through it casually.
The records in the diary are trivial and detailed. Bharara contains a lot of the officer's various thoughts and daily matters, as well as a lot of complaints about his current job...
Quite boring.
Bucky took it seriously.
It can help him understand the real side of the world better.
As for the navigation charts, he also flipped through them.
kindness…
can't read.
The clowns in Gotham City have high IQs and high levels of education. College students who work part-time as clowns dare not say they have high IQs, but they still have the quality of higher education.
But this does not mean that they can immediately understand the professional charts of another world.
Especially those drawn by the Navy, which has its own set of standard nautical charts.
As for the original Bucky...
He is good at reading various Riddler-type nautical charts, but he is easily blinded when he sees the navy's professional version.
There are too many notes!
"I can read navigation charts, Lord Bucky!"
Arne seized the opportunity and spoke quickly.
His hands were shackled but no one had helped him untie them.
Although the nautical charts of the Great Line have the same homework as the reference answers at the end of some test books.
He skipped everything you wanted to see.
However, it is still good to understand the situation around each island.
"very good."
"It seems that I already have a candidate to be the navigator on my future pirate ship."
Baki Jie smiled and drew a piece of cake.
"Yes Yes!"
Arne looked excited. This was not a lie. It also mattered what kind of boss he was with.
Like his previous captain, who claimed to have a bounty of 70 million Baileys, but ended up not being able to survive three rounds in the hands of an ability user navy.
"Next..."
Bucky raised his arm and called the busy Xiaoyou back. Xiaozuo had more important things to be busy with.
He picked out a brand-new pistol from the sack of sundries in front of him, stuck his fingers in the gun buckle, and turned it around a few times.
Then he took it and fired three shots at Arne's cage.
Three shots were accurate, two shot in handcuffs and one shot in the iron cage.
The gunfire roared, and the bullets and iron fragments collided with each other.
Arne held his sore wrist, but suddenly felt extremely frightened in his heart, "Are you crazy? We are still on the warship?!"
The navy is a little stupid, but they are not deaf!
"Wow, your guess is really accurate."
Bucky grinned and complimented him.
Aren't those who came out of Arkham Asylum a lunatic?
"So next, we don't have much time left to choose the crew."
He casually threw the sack to Arne.
Humming an unknown melody, he walked toward the depths of the cabin with steps that he didn't recognize.
"Crazy, crazy crazy!"
Arne was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but he still followed quickly with the sack in hand.
