The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life-Chapter 458: A Patriotic Day (1)

Chunhua was right. Unlike them, who had been living under a rock, almost all the second-batch players checked the Global Chat and were well informed about the auction.

With Death Island now accessible to players from all areas, chaos was inevitable.

Almost every part of the dungeon echoed with all kinds of noise.

"Ai! Who put a trap here?! My foot! My foot!"

"Fellow players, let’s talk! We can talk this out!"

"Who lit a fire?! There’s so much smoke! I can’t see! Ouch! Who dared to hit me?!"

"Brother! Brother! Take the stones but leave me the tokens! I still have half an hour left!"

"Brother, look at my level! Only level four! What’s there to rob?!"

"Have pity on me and spare me this time! I just got that weapon yesterday!"

"Ah!"

After some time, the Global Chat also became noisy.

Those who had not entered, as well as the first batch of players who had already exited Death Island and were lurking in the chat, began asking what had happened.

Soon, the victims of this round surfaced one after another, venting their grievances.

Deer in Headlights: Hey, you piece of trash! This Grandpa only found one token and one spirit stone all day, and you still robbed me! Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!

Neigh Neigh: NOOO! My spirit stones are gone! I was ambushed by greedy players and nearly killed! I had no choice but to throw away my tokens to save my life!

#789: Upstairs! You got robbed too! I was just heading to the bridge when I fell into a trap! I thought it was a gravestone, but it was actually set up by a player! They took all my hard-earned loot and even stripped me down to my underwear! These shameless bastards! At least spare my clothes! It’s so cold! Wu wu wu... Curse you thieving dogs! I hope your hairline recedes and your feet smell like rotten tofu forever!

I’m a Sloth: Damn it! You dared to pretend to be my good friend! If I ever find your territory, I’ll beat you until even your mother can’t recognize you!

Those who hadn’t entered or had left early felt relieved. Otherwise, they would have been dragged into this mess.

But thinking more deeply, those complaining in the Global Chat were actually luckier than the ones who never made it out alive.

Unlike the penalty rules in the main world, items obtained inside Death Island did not drop upon death. This became a strange blessing in disguise.

As a result, malicious players resorted to robbery, setting traps, ambushing others, or backstabbing fake allies to seize resources and extort tokens to extend their dungeon time.

Weaker players had no choice but to give up their remaining exploration time just to stay alive.

After the uproar in the Global Chat, the entry rate of new players and overall dungeon traffic dropped sharply.

Those who had been robbed, as well as players lingering outside the entrance, silently wished for karmic retribution to strike those bandits.

With two such glaring halos hanging overhead, a certain group was naturally not spared.

Chunhua and the others had not even finished cleaning up their picnic spot when they heard movement.

Shadows darted through the trees. Leaves rustled overhead, and footsteps thumped against branches.

Bai Meiren suddenly felt something strike her left side, forcing her to stagger two meters away.

At the same time, Ning Bo and the others were also shoved aside by an invisible force.

"What the..."

Before they could search for the attacker, a sharp cracking sound echoed through the clearing. A leathery whip struck the spot Bai Meiren had been standing on moments ago, leaving behind a deep, narrow fissure. Immediately after, a rain of arrows followed.

Bai Meiren’s heart thumped violently. If not for that sudden force, she would have been seriously injured. But how had she failed to sense the attack beforehand?

"I didn’t expect you to have some skills. Good. The others didn’t last long. You can entertain this lady for a while longer."

A sultry feminine voice drifted down from above, making everyone look up.

After the failed ambush, figures dropped from the treetops one after another, landing in standard villain poses and surrounding Chunhua’s group.

At the front stood a woman dressed in a tight black suit, an eyepatch covering one eye. With a flick of her wrist, the leathery whip snapped back into her hand.

A familiar character suddenly crossed Chunhua’s mind. Wasn’t this the supporting female villain who sided with Xun Minsheng and helped him deal with that mommy’s boy general?

Iron-Hand Whip Mistress Karina.

Chunhua preferred calling her Crackalina. Every time this woman appeared, the author got lazy with descriptions. The entire scene would just be filled with the word CRACK describing whip sounds.

Even in her sleep, Chunhua could still hear it.

Although the mommy’s boy general was scum to society, this Karina was no better. She was just as vile as Huo Yan, collecting and treating men as disposable playthings. She had also contributed greatly to society’s downfall.

At the same time, Karina was evaluating the players before her.

She ignored Haoran, Meiren, and the three men whose appearances did not meet her standards, focusing entirely on Chunhua.

Her eye gleamed with undisguised desire, as if Chunhua were meat laid out on her chopping board. She had the same curse of Peony Pavilion’s territory owner when it comes to summoning natives and recruiting members. Meeting Chunhua felt like washing her eyes clean.

"Oh my, this lady’s luck is truly excellent today. I didn’t expect to run into such fresh meat."

Haoran and Meiren caught the covetous glint in Karina’s gaze. Their eyes turned sharp. If looks could kill, Karina would have already died ten thousand times.

Meiren’s and Chunhua’s groups were unlike ordinary teams. At first glance, anyone could tell they were wealthy.

"Boss, we hit the jackpot! Just look at their clothes! They look like they walked out of a fantasy movie!"

"Their weapons aren’t bad either! Their inventory must be stacked!"

"Someone even brought four turtles! I haven’t had turtle soup in a while! Dinner’s settled!"

The Four Ninja Turtles: Has this toad ever looked in a mirror? How dare you covet our pristine bodies?!

"You can take the clothes and weapons. Leave the girls to me. Especially that one in hanfu..."

The man never finished his sentence. Something slammed into his jaw, sending him flying into the sky.

Everyone watched, dumbfounded, as his figure shrank into a dot before vanishing into the distance, including Meiren and her team.

Huh?

What just happened?

Chunhua glanced down at her fists.

They felt... suddenly patriotic today.