Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

"You! Don't come here!! Help! Help!"

"Hey... ah ah ah ah!!!"

A sharp dagger cuts through the flesh again, then sprinkles it with salt.

Jiang Bing couldn't bear the pain in his heart any longer. His blood-stained body was shaking like chaff, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, mixed with blood.

His face was as ferocious as a ghost, and his mouth let out a shrill scream.

See this scene.

In Yan Jun's live broadcast room, the eyelids of the audience who had soared to more than 150 million were jumping wildly, and suddenly there was a feeling of chills all over the body.

"Brothers, my psychological quality is poor, I can't watch this bloody live broadcast, farewell!"

"Slot! It's cool, but I definitely won't be able to sleep at night when I'm riding a horse!"

"Actually, I think it's almost enough. Just pull this scum out and shoot him. There's no need to torture him any more."

"Yeah! Brother Jun is in this state, I'm really worried that his mentality will change!"

"Go away!"

Countless people turned off the live broadcast room one after another.

In a short period of time, the number of viewers dropped from more than 150 million to about 90 million.

at the same time.

Safe house 9, surveillance room.

More than a dozen senior officials of the Shenwei Bureau headed by Sun Bureau looked at the monitoring screen on the big screen, kept wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads, and gasping for air one after another.

"Ding ding ding..."

"Ding ding ding..."

"Ding ding ding..."

Several phones in the room kept ringing and disturbingly noisy.

However, Bureau Sun was indifferent, always just staring at the picture on the big screen, frowning deeply.

This is, the mobile phone in Chen Hanwen's pocket rang. After taking it out and looking at the caller ID, there was a wry smile on his face. After hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hang up.

Bureau Sun turned his head and raised his brows slightly, "Old Zhang's phone number?"

"Um."

Chen Hanwen nodded with a helpless expression, "Ju Sun, what do you think of Yan Jun's approach..."

The words fall.

All the colleagues' eyes were focused on Sun Ju, with anxious expressions on their faces.

Ever since Yan Jun tortured the serial killer Jiang Bing, the phone in the monitoring room kept ringing, but Bureau Sun ignored it completely and stopped his colleagues who were about to answer the phone.

This attitude is very clear, obviously supporting Yan Jun to do so.

But in this way, the pressure they face in Safe House No. 9 can be imagined.

I don't know if Sun Bureau can stand it!

"You should all know that in your heart."

Sun Ju raised his glasses and suddenly asked, "Yan Jun is not simply venting his anger, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"If I go to stop Yan Jun now, hand Jiang Bing to the police as required, and wait for him to be shot. Not to mention whether I will offend Yan Jun, this typical case is for those who trigger the omen of death but have evil thoughts in their hearts. Can people act as a deterrent?"

This question from Bureau Sun immediately stopped most of his colleagues.

Yes, these people have already triggered the omen of death, how can they be afraid of being shot?

Yan Jun's approach is certainly a bit radical, but the more extreme it is, the more unexpected it will be.

Fighting death has been exhausting, and now I have to free up my energy to deal with some neuroses and perverts with brain problems.

If we continue to stick to the rules like this, the order of the whole society will collapse!

Everyone looked at each other, and after realizing Yan Jun's good intentions, the expressions on their faces immediately calmed down a lot.

"That's the truth."

Chen Hanwen frowned slightly and expressed his worries, "But Yan Jun is not old after all, and he is naturally immature in terms of mentality. I don't know if he can grasp the proportions in this. Once the devil is released, it's not that simple to take it back."

"Yeah, if Yan Jun becomes extreme because of this incident, then the problem will be troublesome."

"I think it's almost there, the shock effect has been achieved, and Yan Jun can be stopped."

Faced with the worries of many colleagues, Bureau Sun gave a wry smile, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face, "No way, we can only trust Yan Jun now, there is no need to trouble ourselves for a mortal person."

"Whatever Yan Jun wants to do, we can cooperate unconditionally."

The words fall.

Everyone nodded, understanding in their hearts.

Yan Jun's luck is against the sky, he can predict death, and even the god of death can't help him.

Such people appear in this world where death has come, and they have absolute capital to do whatever they want.

As long as he can stick to the justice in his heart to save more people, he can't ask him too much.

on the big screen.

Jiang Bing was covered in blood, his whole body was shaking like chaff, his fierce face was distorted to the extreme due to the pain, and his eyes flashed with a thick color of horror.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Soon, Jiang Bing's crotch became wet.

Yan Jun waved his hand in disgust, got up and walked out of the room.

It didn't take long for him to come back and put on an extra mask.

"Oh, this kid..."

More than a dozen high-level executives in the monitoring room were dumbfounded.

At this moment, there was a sudden rush of sirens outside.

From the sound, it can be roughly judged that there should be four or five police cars coming.

Sun Bureau narrowed his eyes slightly, sighed after pondering for a moment: "Let's go, everyone is coming to the door, you will meet this old man when you go out."

...

at this time.

The more than 100 million viewers in Yan Jun's live broadcast room heard the siren through the surveillance in the confinement room, and their hearts suddenly froze.

"It's over, it's over, the police are looking for someone to come!"

"Brother Jun, hurry up, it will be too late."

"Oh, I'm going, Brother Jun is wearing headphones, maybe he didn't hear the siren, it's going to be broken!"

"Relax, everyone, the police are only here for people. I guess they won't say much when facing Brother Jun."

"That's right, the man was caught by Brother Jun, and it is considered a great achievement. What's wrong with Brother Jun giving a little 'lesson'?"

"God's little lesson, I'm afraid I'll have a nightmare at night."

Confinement indoors.

Jiang Bing had been tortured to the point of having only half his life left, and he didn't even have the strength to howl.

There was only one thought in his mind right now.

Get away from this demon in front of you as soon as possible, but beg for a quick death.

So when the siren sounded, he was shocked, as if he heard Xianle, and his eyes suddenly flashed a little bit of light.

"Police... sirens!" Jiang Bing said these three words with difficulty.

"What did you say?"

Yan Jun took off his earphones with a blank expression on his face.

"The siren!"

"Oh."

Yan Jun nodded, his expression calm as usual, "You said the police are here? I heard it! But I don't want to stop right now. Also, please stop howling, does it hurt so much? What a fuss!"