The clown tilted his head and grinned, squinting his eyes as if greeting everyone in the navy.
He even opened his hands, as if waving to them, without any awareness of being prey.
This was not Grant's delusion.
But Bucky did think so.
He was greeting his friends who would cause chaos in this quiet world.
The night sky is like a dark curtain with a half-moon hanging on it.
Rows of dark green warships stirred up the waters around the island.
The several pirate ships pinned near the port were like prey caught in a trap. No matter how you looked at it, there was no way to escape.
But for Bucky, this is the clarion call for the opening of the game.
He reached out and touched his shoulder, and a furry head nudged him.
"Our game also needs a background. Well, a background that can highlight the core of the game is also a very important factor for the playability of our game."
He tilted his head and said to the Meng Tapir behind him.
To a fantasy beast like the Dream Tapir, even a natural chasm like the Red Earth Continent is nothing.
"Moo——"
Meng Tapir rubbed his palm a few times, clearly aware of his status as a tool beast.
He roared softly and blended into the night.
It likes dense fog.
And Bucky needs it to add a background to his game that is enough to make people suspicious.
Well, suspicion.
An interesting word.
As for the launch of the game.
Of course he had to do it himself.
Bucky didn't want to miss such a happy moment.
His eyes kept wandering on the dark green warships that were propelled by the turbulence.
"Come on, come closer, come closer."
Bucky murmured, his eyes seeming to measure the distance between them.
"What does he want to do?!"
Dauberman looked at this guy with confusion.
But I soon felt that such thoughts were completely unnecessary.
Trying to figure out what a madman is thinking?
What's the difference between that and a lunatic?
He then silently measured how far the three-barreled turret standing on the bow deck could hit.
As long as they reach a sufficient distance, just let the artillery fire directly submerge the clown.
In this way, there is no need to consider the issue of contact.
Information coming directly from the top can still make Dauberman maintain a certain degree of caution.
Especially those CP agents.
They seem to be particularly afraid of this clown...
The warship came closer while swaying.
The eleven warships did not advance together, but surrounded them like a pocket.
There are four warships closest to the port.
The next ship under Dauberman's seat was Virgo from the G5 branch. The warship that first caused the commotion was also the G5, and the navy there was all messy.
In addition, the warship next to Dauberman is the Commodore "Black Barrier" Hina.
The other party also got a promotion after the war.
Another one is an agent from the CP organization.
A CP0 wearing a white mask is already one of the top combat forces of the CP organization in the new world.
There was originally a CP9 team with great potential, but it was beaten to pieces by the Straw Hats on Justice Island.
The distance should be about the same...
Just be buried here.
Dauberman's face turned pale, and he raised his hand to prepare for an order.
I saw the clown Bucky standing on the observation deck and grinned.
Pull off the clothes on your chest.
Black explosives were wrapped around his body, and he was holding a lighter in his hand.
"What do you mean, are you planning to commit suicide?!"
Dauberman said doubtfully.
Instead, CP0, who was wearing a mask like a stuffed bear, suddenly became nervous.
"No, no! This guy is a Splinter Fruit user, and he is still at this distance. He wants to self-destruct. He wants to contaminate us!"
Demonic pollution!
The experience of the CP0 code-named "Owl" has been spread among CP0s as a case.
The terrible consequences of contact with clowns are what they call demonic contamination.
In other words, clown virus!
"Quick, retreat!"
"Otherwise, fire, fire and sink that guy!"
The masked man gave orders in a panic.
Bucky on the observation deck was unhurried.
He knew the Navy and agents would see him.
"You are welcome to participate in my game, and in return..."
"Just invite you to watch the fireworks together."
Bucky said with a grin. Although his voice was not loud, the agent should be able to guess the meaning based on the shape of his mouth.
From the corner of his eye, he also noticed Hawkins and the guy with long hands who had been staying at the port.
They unite...it's somewhat similar to the trajectory of the original plot.
Then let's do it together.
The lighter lit the fuse.
Bucky opened his hands, enjoying the process of blowing himself up.
He has to blow himself up enough and far enough.
He planned to explode the emotions of the eleven naval fleets in front of him, including the two pirate gangs, by himself!
Crazy idea!
But it's fun!
Either Bucky explodes first, or everyone goes crazy together!
Well, welcome to the Clown Gang!
Let’s laugh together!
Thanks to the large number of warships, Bucky would still have to worry about too many of his parts falling into the sea, which would not be easy to recover.
The spark touched the black powder in the blink of an eye.
A hissing sound.
Extraordinarily brilliant fireworks bloomed in the night sky.
If you say they are exploding fireworks, then they are fireworks. Mr. Bucky always means what he says.
"fireworks?"
Grant's eyes couldn't help but be a little confused when he saw the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky.
The light flashed across the night sky.
The bright beads in the fireworks lose their light after being fully burned and fall down in vain.
Grant had played with fireworks a lot when he was a child and knew this stuff well.
He touched the top of his head, and a few bright beads just fell in.
But for no reason, what the old captain said before came to his mind again.
The old captain had served the Navy for decades, but in Dauberman's eyes he didn't even have the slightest weight.
In a world where individual combat power is infinitely expanding, this is something that most ordinary people must learn to accept.
Grant used to think so too, because he thought he belonged to the extraordinary ranks.
Things seem to be different now.
He is the prey.
An extremely absurd feeling of sadness arose in his heart.
In the newspaper, every word spoken by the Tianlong people was spinning in his mind.
"We pick directly from the Navy."
"Choose some naive and hard-working guys and let them go to the hunting ground in advance in the name of special training."
"Well... sometimes we also say it's for the mission."
"But in the file, we will write that he defected."
"...."
Aren't you the naive and hard-working guy?
Aren't I just the clown who is looked at as if he were a joke, taking everything and throwing it away casually?
He is such a ridiculous clown!
Might as well blow it up! !
