"Good morning, do you want to have something to eat together?"
Bucky smacked his lips and made an invitation to the guests in front of him.
Out of respect for the permanent pointer and the instinctive needs of life, he still landed on the island that once belonged to Whitebeard.
Then he happily let the islanders build several stone sculptures for himself.
If the customer in front of me had wandered around for a while, he would have discovered it.
The guest has flowing blond hair, the iconic six vertical lines on his forehead, and is similar in height to Bucky.
"Basil Hawkins, right?"
"I've seen your report in the newspaper."
"Well, supernova, the worst generation, magician, fortune teller... blah blah, those are really interesting nicknames."
Bucky grinned, talking to himself regardless of whether others answered or not.
The Holy Communion given by the islanders was not rich, but it tasted good.
A few pieces of soft dough dipped in a spicy sauce.
Considering that before he came, the islanders were already close to being homeless after serving three waves of pirates, it was still acceptable to have such a meal.
"To be honest, I thought it would be other pirate groups coming, such as Whitebeard, Blackbeard, Redbeard and so on."
"It's interesting to think about."
"Why do you think they would come to this island?"
Hawkins resignedly accepted his fate and began to try the pancakes offered by the islanders.
"Hmm..." Bucky wiped his mouth and hesitated.
"Before that, if you are interested in listening to my story, I promise! It is a brand new and true story!" He tilted his head.
Hawkins didn't answer, but instead took out a few cards in his hand and continued to divine by himself.
"Condition one. Three days ago, Bucky the Clown appeared in the Shampoo Islands."
"Condition two, there is no trace of you on Fish-Man Island."
"So, Mary Joa..."
There are only two roads to the new world, and Hawkins chose the one the pirates would take.
But the famously crazy pirate in front of him chose another path.
Also appeared here...
He held a card in his hand and tried hard to open it, but it seemed as if there was a force competing with him, and his fingers kept trembling.
Snapped--
The card snapped in half at his fingertips.
Cold sweat slid down his forehead unconsciously.
"Wow!"
"Divination, it's an interesting game."
Bucky put his feet up and held his hands as if thinking, but his eyes were slightly downcast.
"I once had a friend who liked divination, well...but his habit was to toss coins, and he was not very good at it."
"You should be different."
"After all, I don't like things that are too much the same."
"But would you like to hear my story?" He licked the half-torn corner of his mouth again.
There is still no tingling feeling like before.
Hawkins was silent.
"I have a friend. Note, I said a friend."
"He has three brains."
"As for the first brain, tell him that this world is extremely interesting and full of expectations!"
"Where is the second brain? Tell him that this world is extremely cruel and cruel, so be careful!"
"Where's the third brain? It's all bullshit!"
Bucky suddenly stood up, with a sinister expression on his face.
He has always been full of expectations for this world.
Because there is a new world, because there is an extremely old world government that can be washed away by him.
So he was looking forward to what kind of flowers of chaos would bloom in this large Gotham.
But he really arrived in the new world, when the rain and snow kept falling on him.
Bucky suddenly discovered the so-called chaotic new world.
Very boring.
The chaos in this world is man-made and false.
And it has nothing to do with him.
"This world is very boring."
Bucky's voice was low, like a clown who had been deceived.
"You are like a puddle of stagnant water that has been quiet for too long. It is too boring."
He sat in front of Hawkins and his expression became peaceful again.
He put one foot on the armrest of the chair and brushed his blue hair.
"That's fine, that's fine. That way I'll always have something to do."
"You know, life is always very boring when you have nothing to do."
"Next, Mr. Fortune Teller, let's divine your own destiny."
"I can give you some tips.
More than ten special warships are now surrounding them, and there are probably more than six vice admirals on them. "
"Well, maybe there are generals too."
Hawkins' eyelids twitched, "The survival probability is 10%. Their target is not me."
"Yeah?"
Bucky touched his chin, a look of doubt on his face.
"Then let's add another condition."
"About five, at least five CP0s will rush to this island."
"That's right, that's right, we can't forget our Tianyaksha, that turkey."
Hawkins' hand holding the new card began to tremble uncontrollably.
His face was still calm.
"At least one-third of the CP agents and one Qiwu..."
"What did you do!" Hawkins couldn't help but flick the card, his face was extremely pale, and he growled: "Did you blow up half of the Holy Land, so you were targeted like this!"
Hawkins knew that he was not the target of the world government or the navy, but as long as he was on this island.
He believed that neither the Navy nor the World Government would mind killing one more person.
I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.
They've always been like this.
Bucky was still grinning.
Neither admit nor deny.
Hawkins vaguely felt that he might be right, but he also felt that it was extremely ridiculous.
That is a holy place!
But the lineup that the Navy and the World Government came up with far surpassed the Demon Slayer Order.
This is definitely not something that can be caused by the death of one or two Celestial Dragons!
Especially after the Navy had just experienced a war and suffered serious attrition.
When Fisher Tiger made a scene in Mary Joa, he only sent a lieutenant general, Kizaru, to pursue him!
"Of course, you can try to escape."
"If you run faster, you might still have a chance."
Hawkins didn't pay too much attention to Bucky's joking words, but tried to calm down.
"The option of survival includes retreat."
"But the probability of success of this choice is..." He drew another card, "zero."
"Then you have two choices, my friend." Bucky grinned.
Hawkins looked up at the crazy clown.
He didn't understand how the other party could have the confidence to maintain a mocking attitude in the face of such a level of encirclement and suppression by the navy and the world government.
Not to mention the existence of a Shichibukai.
Bucky's painted eyes were dark, and his smile gradually faded.
A knife was thrust into Hawkins' hand.
The sharp blade was pointed at the Joker's own neck.
"Kill me, or join the game."
