Chapter 15: House Raids
It's no secret that the World Government prohibits human trafficking. And, as a force within the World Government, the Navy, naturally, could not tolerate it.
Therefore, most of the auction houses on the Sabaody Archipelago are disguised as employment agencies. This allows the Marines of Area 66 to pretend they don't see anything.
"Dark, too dark," Buggy shook his head, with an expression of deep sadness.
He felt he was getting into character; playing a Marine, he had to act like one.
So he gently pushed open the door of what was essentially an employment agency, but in reality a human auction house.
Before two burly men in suits could intervene, he spoke first:
"Hello, house raid."
Was he crazy?
The men in suits were stunned for a moment, unable to imagine who would dare to enter such an anarchic area and say those words to an auction house with such obvious connections. But when he saw the newcomer's white uniform, his face lit up with joy.
The person I had been assigned had arrived!
But before he could deliver the message, a group of Marines entered.
Sergeant Jacques led the way, with an indescribably righteous expression.
The new Marine appointment had arrived, and the esteemed Major Yaro was now Lieutenant Commander of Base 66 in the Sabaody Archipelago. Naturally, Jacques was also a member of Base 66. So when Major Yaro came to do justice, his lackey, of course, was the first to take the initiative.
The two men in suits who guarded the door, along with the dozen thugs who followed them, saw the white uniforms and immediately knelt down. They were not pirates, so why would they risk their lives against the Navy?
Then, a man with a mustache and suit, clearly their leader, stomped out, shouting:
"What are you doing? Do you know whose property this is? Who is your commander? We want to see him!"
"Here!" Buggy, obediently, raised a hand.
This guy?
The mustached man's expression suddenly changed and he turned to run.
But he could not take more than a few steps when a long rifle stopped him. The dark barrel pressed against his forehead.
Jacques did not know how to describe the astonishment he felt at that moment. He had clearly abandoned good to join evil, clearly willing to commit crimes, but he was actually there to do justice. The world was really strange.
"Okay, record over here, close-ups, this is exclusive news!" Buggy pointed out, making Arne bring the camera closer to the mustached man's face and take some close-ups.
"What do you want?" the man asked breathlessly, clearly recognizing the man.
"What? Do you see my uniform, do you see the words on the back?" Buggy asked.
Buggy's expression almost broke as he spoke. The Joker had embodied justice. If his old friends from Gotham City saw this, they wouldn't believe it.
But his acts of "justice" went further.
With a bang, the only main door of the auction room was violently kicked open.
Disco, who was painstakingly creating the atmosphere under the spotlights, froze.
The bright future he so longed for had finally arrived. But in an unexpected way.
The man arrived in a distinctive navy blue uniform, wrapped in a cloak of justice. His smile was radiant.
"We all believe that chaos brings justice, right?" Buggy whispered secretly. This was another common characteristic he had discovered among the three clowns.
"Well," he stood up, with a rather aristocratic air. "Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations. You have been arrested for participating in the slave trade."
The buyers in the room were stunned, bewildered as to how the Navy, the same people who protected them and took their money, came to disrupt this place.
Did anyone really believe the World Government's empty words? Seriously, there were several World Government officials in the front row!
"How dare you!" he exclaimed. "What Marines are you from? I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
A well-dressed man in the second row of the cabin suddenly stood up, pointing his finger at Buggy and shouting.
If they had been pirates, he would have shrunk under his chair, even burying his huge body in the ground. But he was a Marine, so he dared to insult Buggy by name.
But he had obviously overlooked something: some Marines were criminals in disguise.
Three loud shots echoed in response.
The manager next to the "Collector" was stunned. But the Marine in front of him seemed dissatisfied. He covered his ears with one hand, as if he feared the blast, while with the other he held a pistol and fired shot after shot at the slumped body of the collector.
The smell of blood, gunpowder, and, emanating from nowhere, the smell of urine, terrified the pampered adults into paleness.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, do you understand what I'm saying?" Buggy asked, indifferently tossing the scalding pistol.
In reality, he had snatched it from Little Mustache.
"Such a big auction house and no security at all?" Buggy murmured with some disappointment.
He thought that the pirates in this world were too conservative. With so much dazzling wealth on display, they remained impassive.
"Men on the left, women on the right, stand still. Let our dear reporter colleague take a crisp close-up of you. And the slave over there, stop wiping the blood from your face. Could you look a little more miserable?"
The slave in the cage wore a thin gray shirt with scattered holes.
Snow-white skin emerged from under the gray garment, mercilessly scratched by several wounds. Her kneeling posture to the side allowed her long black hair to reach the floor.
Her sky-blue eyes, now clouded with a layer of fog, had just fueled the auction atmosphere with an extraordinarily intense intensity.
She was a slave imbued with a moving beauty.
Arne took some photos and felt a little disappointed.
Disco, who had been so glorious moments before, now looked terrified, trembling in a corner while dialing a Den Den Mushi.
"Are you done?" Buggy approached him, asking cordially.
Casually, the Den Den Mushi that Disco held in his hand was picked up.
"Hello! What's wrong?" The Den Den Mushi had a look of disgust.
"Good morning," Buggy said softly.
On the other side of the Den Den Mushi, Doflamingo watched the dim sunlight with an expression of astonishment. However, he could still make out that the voice was not that of one of his own.
"Where is Disco?"
"He's... um... fine," Buggy took the Den Den Mushi from a stunned Disco.
The cold barrel of a pistol pressed against his forehead.
"By the way, the Area 1 employment agency is what you call the human auction. Now I have raided it, Colonel Yaro Lux."
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