Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

"Then tell me what Brother Jun does with the gun? Are you fighting the air?"

"Can I guess Brother Jun's thoughts on my horse? If you continue to watch it, it's over!"

"We really can't guess what Brother Jun is thinking, but I know one thing. The purpose of guns is to kill people!"

A simple barrage caused the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room to shudder instantly, and at the same time, they were also greatly surprised.

Isn't Brother Jun trying to protect everyone, why is it involved in murder again? !

For a time, everyone stared at the live broadcast screen with wide eyes, daring not to miss any details.

But at this moment, Yan Jun's live broadcast was suddenly cut off, no matter how he refreshed it, nothing was displayed.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of viewers were dumbfounded.

The dense greetings in the chat box flashed like lightning.

Everyone went crazy.

"Fuck!!! What does this mean, Brother Jun?!"

"Don't let us watch it at the critical moment?"

"What's going on? Who can explain it to me?!"

"I promise, if this is a movie, I will definitely set the cinema on fire!!"

"It doesn't make sense. Brother Jun wants to fight against the god of death, shouldn't it be broadcast live to give everyone confidence and hope?"

"Could it be that... Brother Jun doesn't have the confidence to protect so many people this time?!"

As soon as this comment appeared in the chat box, it was immediately recognized, and the hearts of countless people sank to the bottom in an instant.

Anxiety, irritability, anger, curiosity, loss, despair...

Various emotions are intertwined, and hundreds of millions of viewers are watching Yan Jun's live broadcast room, and their mentality explodes directly.

...

Yan Jun breathed a sigh of relief immediately after instructing someone to turn off the live broadcast.

so close!

Almost caused a catastrophe because of his carelessness.

If these crazy guys also watch their own live broadcasts, wouldn't that be...

After two minutes.

He Liang brought three assault rifles with two staff members, and by the way, he also loaded a dozen magazines full of bullets.

"Give me one." Yan Jun said.

He Liang was stunned for a moment, and asked Sun Ju's meaning with his eyes. After seeing Sun Ju nodded, he handed the gun to Yan Jun.

It was heavy to start with, weighing more than ten kilograms.

After fiddling with it a little, Yan Jun asked He Liang to pick up the magazine.

"Hey! Brother Yan, that's not how you hold rifles!"

Zhou Ke, who was on the side, was terrified, and quickly stepped forward to support the muzzle of the gun to the sky, speaking with a trill: "There are so many people at the scene, remember not to point the muzzle of the gun at people, and try to point to the sky. Brother Yan, what the hell are you doing? What do you want to do, how much will you let us know?"

"No hurries?"

Yan Jun said angrily, "Old Zhou, have you ever played with assault rifles?"

"Uh, played."

"Give you thirty seconds, teach me how to shoot!" Yan Jun's words had a slightly commanding tone.

"this……"

Zhou Ke's face suddenly collapsed, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Having learned the lesson of being scared to death by Yan Jun two times before, Zhou Ke really dare not teach Yan Jun to use this assault rifle.

He was already scared by Yan Jun, and his heart was trembling.

Zhou Ke took a closer look at Yan Jun's expression at the moment, there was no such weird smile on his face, but a frosty look on his face.

This expression made him feel even more at a loss!

"this……"

Zhou Ke said in a trembling voice: "Brother Yan, listen to me, this assault rifle is not a joke. I know your luck is against the sky, but what if..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Jun: "Old Zhou, are you mentally ill? Do you think I will put a rifle on my forehead?"

"Then what are you trying to do?!" Zhou Ke was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Why are you talking so much?"

Yan Jun glanced at the death countdown above everyone's heads with less than three minutes left, and lost his patience in his tone: "Old Zhou, everything I do now is to save everyone, you hesitate for a second now, All of you are a little more risky. In a word, whether to teach or not?"

The voice fell.

Zhou Ke's face was even more ugly, so he had to ask Sun Bureau for his opinion.

"Captain Zhou, do as Yan Jun says!"

Sun Ju sighed heavily, his expression was very solemn, and he was reluctant in every possible way, but at the moment, except for Yan Jun, no one knew what would happen next. I hope Yan Jun can live up to expectations and continue to create miracles!

Zhou Ke smiled wryly, and had no choice but to pull Yan Jun aside and quickly handed Yan Jun how to use the assault rifle.

In less than a minute, Yan Jun had completely figured it out.

"The other two assault rifles were given to Zhou Ke and Feng Bin, and the magazines were shared equally among the three."

Yan Jun returned to the crowd with a gun and gave an order to the deputy captain He Liang.

"This..." He Liang asked Sun Ju's meaning again with his eyes.

"Do as Yan Jun said!" Sun Bureau gritted his teeth and said decisively. Since you choose to believe in Yan Jun, you must believe it thoroughly.

Zhou Ke and Feng Bin took over the gun and the magazine, looking nervous and confused.

102!

101!

100!

Looking at the countdown to death on Feng Bin's head, Yan Jun glanced at everyone, and then his eyes fell on Sun Ju with a very serious tone: "Sun Ju, I'll leave it to you. I only have one request, no matter later. What's going on, make sure everyone can't leave my sight!!"

Sun Zhang's expression froze, and he felt the seriousness of the situation from Yan Jun's words, and immediately nodded heavily: "Don't worry! Xiao He, you and the action team are responsible for protecting everyone's safety!"

"Yes!"

"Old Zhou, Feng Bin, follow me!"

A fierce look flashed in Yan Jun's eyes, and just as he turned around and was about to walk towards the gate of the safe house, he heard a shout.

"Yan Jun..."

Ning Xue's beautiful eyes raised a hazy mist, her pretty face turned pale, and she bit her lip in a worried look.

"Don't worry! It's alright!"

Yan Jun said lightly and led the two to the gate.

See this scene.

The more than 60 people present were trembling with nervousness, and their hearts hung in their throats.

Three people, three assault rifles, four full magazines each.

Yan Jun, what do you want to do? !

...

Seven hundred meters northwest of No. 9 Safe House is a commercial building with 46 floors. It was originally one of the landmark buildings in Jiangcheng.

But with the advent of death, a small disaster occurred in the building two months ago, and seventeen people died on the spot.

Since then, no one has dared to stay in the building.

Right now, it's an empty building.

However, at this moment.

On the edge of the rooftop on the roof of the building, there was a man in a black trench coat with a gloomy face, holding a sniper rifle with a barrel full of one meter long in his hand, maintaining a motionless posture.

Through the 15x scope on the sniper rifle, a deep eye glowing with a cold light stared at the door of the safe house.

He is the leader of the believers - Fang Xiao!

However, from the day he established the Faithful Organization, he had only one name - Faithful No. 1!

"Number three! Number three!"

Fang Xiao stared at the gate of the safe house, and there was a chill in his voice.

"No. 3 received! Please instruct!"

A young man's voice came from the mobile phone placed next to him.

With his left eye close to the scope, Fang Xiao's originally stern and gloomy face became a little colder. After moving the sniper rifle to the left and right, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "No guards were found at the gate of the safe house, and the sacrifice to the gods was as originally planned. conduct!"