At night, the dragon has always slept very late. Since the establishment of the revolutionary, he has slept less than five hours, his eyebrows have fallen out, and then his hair. Thanks to Daddy Karp's inherited lush hair, he doesn't have to lose his self-confidence prematurely.

Five days ago, he had lost sleep completely. The reason was that a blue-haired pirate wanted to write a book, a pamphlet to be exact.

"It's been a long time, and I've almost forgotten all the books I read back then. But the ideas and theories are still in my head, and I should be able to write something useful. Bucky the Clown scratched his hair and said embarrassedly.

At first, the dragon was only slightly interested in the book that Bucky the Clown said he wanted to write, until five days ago, when Bucky the Clown handed him a portion of the paper he had written.

Thus, the door to the new world was opened to the dragon.

Class theory, analysis of social structure, solidarity of workers and peasants, popularization of education, redistribution of land, and strengthening of internal ideology...... and so on, either for the first time or for the first time, or as a system.

The purpose of the dragon is to overthrow the world government and change the world to erase the rules that do not need people. To build a world of harmony, freedom, equality, and dreams. But until he meets the Joker, despite his ideals and confidence, the dragon has been waiting for the right moment.

Specifically, the action is to wait for a rebellion in a certain country to help the local rebel army resist tyranny, and after success or failure, there is no next step. Actions that cost countless blood and supplies only gain a weak ally or hiding place. There was even a case where the rebel army kicked the revolutionary army away after gaining state power, and tied up with the world government.

The dragon pondered for days what Bucky the Clown had written, but he couldn't figure it out. Why would a pirate know how to rebel better than the leader of the revolutionary army, who has been in the revolution for many years? Why is it that what he writes often goes straight to the core of the problem, but there are also some things that are not combined with reality and are superficial.

He's ...... This world is out of place, with rebellious blood, and is a natural rebel wizard.

"If he stays, ten years later, he may be more important to the revolutionary army than me!" Long Zhen put the Clown Bucky in the drawer, stood up and paced beside the desk.

It is precisely because of this that the dragon at this time is so entangled.

Not long ago, the dragon received a call from the fish-man hero Fisher Tiger, in which he told the dragon that the Laughing Pirates were being hunted by the World Government and had lost contact. He asks to speak to Bucky the Clown, but the dragon refuses on the grounds that Bucky the Clown is temporarily inconvenient.

"Bucky is too important for the Revolutionary Army, and he is building a future."

"But a revolution cannot be built on lies!"

"It's not going to be a lie, I'm just waiting for him to write more, and I'll ...... when he writes more" Long stumbled into his chair, he was burying his conscience, and the cold side of the revolutionary was gradually revealed.

"I can send the revolutionary army, even myself"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There was a knock on the dragon's door. After the dragon stood up and opened the door, he saw an unexpected figure, Bucky the Clown standing outside his door, the wound on his cheek scarred and solidified into a laughing expression.

"Won't you let me in?" He said. Under the warm light of the room, the mouth painted with red oil paint is still laughing.

At this time, the dragon only felt embarrassed and frightened when he saw the clown, and he put on his usual cold face and welcomed the clown into the house.

"This is the last point...... "The clown tossed a few pieces of paper onto the dragon's table.

"Gone?" The dragon sits next to the clown.

"No, I'm going to do something else." The clown said expressionlessly, "I want to ask you for a favor......"

"You already know the news?" The dragon comforted Bucky, "Although the Laughing Pirates are missing, it may not happen, and there are many areas in this vast sea that shield phone bugs. ”

"No, dragon, something has happened to them." The clown turned his head to look at the dragon, and his expressionless face was the big smiling face cut by the knife.

For a moment, the dragon felt a little creepy.

"I've always said that life cards are handy things, so what...... I asked all the crew members to make a life card to keep in my and William's hands. And William's and I life cards are kept by each other. ”

"I usually put them on my left chest, seventeen in all, because there are eighteen of the Laughing Pirates."

"Just this morning, they slowly shrunk."

"So, I lined them up and stared at them closely!"

"The first thing to turn to ashes was Little Jack's life card, which turned into ashes little by little from the corner in the palm of my hand."

"By the way, you don't know little Jack, he's our ship's ammunition man, a sixteen-year-old young man who once tamed a cannon that broke away from his stationary guns in a storm!"

"By the way, where did I just say?"

"Life cards are turning to ashes."

"Yes, one by one, from before my eyes, to ashes."

"Old Hank, Mickey, the Ship Doctor...... And William! ”

"I didn't expect William to die, he's a man who can shoot four bullets in 0.2 seconds. Can you believe it, 4 shots in 0.2 seconds! ”

"Hahaha......" the clown began to chuckle, but to the dragon it sounded like the throat of a wild beast.

"How could they die? How can they die? ”

The dragon couldn't interject, and the man in front of him was immersed in his emotions.

The laughter continued for a short time before it stopped, and the clown, who had come back to his senses, looked at the dragon with a blank expression.

"Where did I just go?"

"Yes, I want to ask you a favor......"

……

The dragon watched as the clown walked away, the warm light slowly disappearing from behind him, and finally he blended into the sea breeze and night.

He didn't want to help at all, not at all.

He knew that the clown would cause even more chaos, that the clown would never again join the ranks of the revolution.

But when he looked at the gray-white powder that spewed out from the clown's left chest and drifted into the air with the clown's movements.

How could he refuse.