Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 52 The Living Base Camp

"Bang—"

The distant explosion captivated the scavengers' attention, their astonishment still frozen on their faces. But when they turned around, the fist was already rapidly enlarging in their vision, smashing their watermelon-sized heads to pieces!

"...As expected, most of them aren't even players; they're really a bunch of oddballs."

Iron-Clad Man glanced at the red and white substance dripping through his fingers, and scoffed disdainfully. He had chosen the route directly to the museum's main entrance, where dozens of scavengers wielding spiked clubs and daggers stared at him in terror.

"That's true. Whenever problems arise, the main force always retreats to the forward base, which means that those left behind are abandoned from the very beginning. It's really hard to expect any decent resistance from you."

"Boss Chen would never abandon us..."

Someone roared in fear and fired a metal arrow at the eye of the iron shield. With a clang, the rolling iron eyeball blocked the arrow and was then caught by the iron shield and thrown back!

"Sizzle—!"

"What else could it be?"

Seeing the scavenger fall with blood spurting from his eyes, Tie Zhao couldn't help but sneer. These remaining scavengers were either ordinary people or those who had been injured or disabled during the last scavenging trip. They were easy to kill.

Moreover, these guys were completely disoriented after the explosion. After they came to their senses, they actually ran out one after another, with thirty people guarding the front door, looking like they were ready to die.

Keep in mind that the entire scavenger organization has only sixty members in total. A small portion of them went to the ruins, and most of those stationed at headquarters ran out in a panic. How many are left in the museum?

It was clearly a desperate gamble.

The only one they cared about was the second-in-command of the scavengers, a swordsman from the Gaowu faction, who followed a completely different, fierce path from Chen Yuanqing, and whose long sword was enough to cut through steel.

"Is that your reason for entering through the front door?"

Jiang Yu's voice came through the headset. Her team was currently making a breakthrough from the third floor and was about to break through the window frame to get in. Only then did she have the leisure to complain about the recklessness of the iron shield.

"Do we need to pay attention to anything else? Just watch when the swordsmen appear, and hack the rest of them down. This is a massacre."

A muffled and violent voice came from the other side, as the iron claw cannon in his hand rose and fell continuously, and the screams of agony echoed throughout the channel. The guys in front of the main gate had almost all been slaughtered.

"I just find it strange that although the announcement of the liquor party was made through a secret channel, it's possible that Chen Yuanqing and the others didn't hear a thing. It's terrifying how deserted we are."

"I'm worried about an ambush... but the number of people deployed outside already accounts for almost half of the total number of scavengers, and the inside doesn't look like there's an ambush at all."

"Wouldn't it be better if our work were easier? We can delegate the tricky ideas to the older folks, and just take the more substantial ones."

Iron Cover sneered, and at the same time, it pulled the blood-soaked iron claws from the heart of the last person. The blood droplets that fell off clung to the tips of a few blades of grass, gleaming with a bright red light.

He placed one hand on the museum door, leaving a bright red handprint on the wall, and pressed his earpiece down, whispering to Jiang Yu before rushing in,

"I'll give you 10% of the final spoils. You'll create an opening and leave that little piece of trash who doesn't get along with me to deal with. I'll be indebted to you this time."

"I just don't understand, why do you two get along so badly? Even if he has equipment to enhance his physique, what kind of good stuff could he possibly bring out from a beginner dungeon?"

"You don't need to worry about that... Someone asked me to do this job, and I can't just turn down such a tempting opportunity, can I?"

"..."

"it is good."

Jiang Yu immediately agreed. If it weren't for the alliance with Fang Jin, she would have agreed even faster, but the two decisions would have been completely opposite.

Iron Shield grinned maliciously and responded, then flung open the door to the Scavengers' Headquarters. He had expected rows of easy heads to be waiting for him to harvest.

The easy and difficult pieces were densely packed together as an ambush, since neither he nor Jiang Yu believed that Chen Yuanqing and the swordsman Jing Xiu would let the scavenger fall into a deadly situation so easily.

...They were half right.

"Ugh—"

Whether the iron gate opened the main entrance or Jiang Yu smashed the glass and rushed in, the moment their bodies made even the slightest contact with the museum's grounds, the ancient building was awakened.

A huge, piercing scream entered everyone's ears, like a wicked witch venting her madness and malice. All the remaining glass shattered, and blood gushed from their ears!

Then came the real anomaly: the front of the entire museum seemed to melt, and the solidified wooden paddles split open from the middle and stretched outwards, turning into two wrinkled and mottled mouths that swallowed everyone whole!

Whether it's the first floor or the second floor.

The scavengers did not sit idly by and wait to die; in fact, they lined the streets to welcome them. However, their method of ambush was never the foolish tactic of overwhelming numbers. They also lacked the money and resources to hire stronger players.

So they set a trap. The entire museum was Chen Yuanqing's trap, with mechanisms and structures that could kill most low-level players and reduce the number of members and combat power of the Shaojiu Society.

As for why Jiang Yu didn't know... considering the cannon fodder sacrificed in front of the museum, most of the scavengers were completely unaware of the headquarters' special nature.

Only veterans who have been with the scavengers for ten years can learn the secret from Chen Yuanqing and obtain the right to use one or two rooms. Clearly, Jiang Yu, who was just starting out, is not among them.

"Buzz..."

Just as the museum had fallen silent, its gaping maw gradually closing, preparing to properly digest the intruders inside... a figure finally arrived belatedly from behind.

Fang Jin was actually quite embarrassed. He was very embarrassed about his fear of heights, since he had never dared to bungee jump when he was alive, let alone the fact that the company culture of the liquor company involved jumping off buildings.

So he took the stairs down the building, rushing as fast as he could, and after taking in the whole scene just now, Fang Jin finally caught up with the group.

"Brother, would you mind having another one of me if you still have an appetite?"

"..."

The museum's intelligence level wasn't high to begin with, and this incident almost crashed it. In the past, even those who managed to escape its clutches would run away crying and screaming. Why did this one... have to be on the same bandwagon?

But Fang Jin wasn't going to tolerate him. He even pried open the doorway that was about to close. Everyone else was swallowed by the museum for breaking the rules, but he just pried open the closed doorway and jumped down himself.

"...Gurgle."