Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Does it hurt that much? !

Make a fuss? !

These two sentences by Yan Jun were not very harmful, but they were extremely insulting and ridiculed, and Jiang Bing, who had already endured great pain, collapsed in an instant.

Tears burst out after a desperate scream came out of his throat.

The crying grew louder and his body trembled violently.

soon.

Tears poured down, mixed with snot and blood.

The hideous look on Jiang Bing's face disappeared, replaced by pain and fear, and a trace of... repentance!

"Please... please, kill me!" Jiang Bing choked.

The words fall.

Yan Jun raised his head and glanced at him, his two sword brows were slightly raised, and he continued to put on his earphones without saying a word.

at the same time.

The audience of Yan Jun's live broadcast room once again soared to more than 130 million. After seeing such a picture, a storm surged in his heart.

This serial J killer who was still very arrogant after being captured was completely subdued by Brother Jun? !

"That's it?!"

"Frow your brows when you say yes, and say your surname as Brother Jun?"

"Brother, can you be a little bit more stubborn? You can't hold back your face when you cry so quickly with snot and tears."

"They're all mortals, can't they be tough to the end?"

Countless audiences ridiculed and returned to ridicule, but it was still very refreshing to witness a heinous person being tortured to tears.

at the same time.

An idea suddenly popped into many people's minds.

Those who trigger the omen of death are not fearless!

No matter how maddened he is, no matter how hard his bones are, he has the means to make him tremble.

"The method is a bit cruel, but I have to say that Brother Jun's method is very effective."

"It turns out that Brother Jun is right. Only when those who have evil thoughts feel fear, will vicious cases be reduced and social order stabilized."

"I guess there must be some people in the live broadcast room who have triggered the omen of death and thought about doing something bad are shaking right now."

"Hey, do you think Brother Jun will be soft-hearted and give this scum a chance to rehabilitate?" Suddenly a netizen sent an extremely naive barrage.

"What are you thinking? The police are here, and they will definitely take people away."

"Anyway, Brother Jun's approach is indeed illegal, and it is estimated that he will be criticized."

...

The sky darkened.

The gate of Safe House No. 9 was brightly lit.

Five police cars with flashing lights lined up at the door.

More than a dozen police officers looked serious and waited.

A burly, middle-aged man with a somewhat dignified brow at the head glanced at the dozen or so subordinates, and immediately became unhappy, "What are they doing with a straight face? Don't be so nervous, we are here to pick them up. Humans, don't you understand that they are here to arrest people? They are all fraternal departments, everyone should have a better attitude and keep smiling!"

"Oh, forget it, everyone will follow my instructions later, don't talk nonsense!"

Just as he was about to go up to reveal his identity to the guard of the safe house and explain his purpose, a group of people walked over to the door in a mighty manner.

"Old Zhang!"

"Old grandson!"

The retractable door at the gate opened, and after the two shook hands with a smile on their faces, they didn't even bother to exchange a few words, but the smile on Sun Ju's face immediately subsided a lot, "Old Zhang, you don't like to listen to words. , if I were you, I would definitely pretend that nothing happened, just come and take people away early in the morning and everything will be fine."

The voice fell.

Lao Zhang suddenly frowned, and said helplessly: "Old Sun, you really don't have back pain when you stand and talk, do you think I want to come? It's not your duty."

"Isn't it because you are eager to make contributions?" Sun Ju narrowed his eyes slightly, with a three-pointed ridicule in his tone.

"fart!"

Lao Zhang pouted and said in a bad tone, "Whoever likes to make meritorious deeds, I just want to see the rising sun every morning when I wake up."

After that, he leaned closer to his body and lowered his voice, "Old Sun, you have to give me a reason, what does that person mean?"

"You can't guess?" Sun Ju raised his brows slightly.

Lao Zhang was stunned for a while, then said with a wry smile: "I guess I guessed it, but... this approach is obviously not advisable!"

"Then do you have a better way?"

"This... Lao Sun, let's not talk about this for now. The business is important. I have to trouble you to send a message before I can take people away."

Seeing that Bureau Sun was indifferent, Lao Zhang sighed helplessly: "This matter, even if I owe you a favor? We all know that it may not be a good thing if it continues like this."

The voice fell.

Bureau Sun frowned, and after pondering for a moment, nodded and whispered a few words to the people around him.

Immediately, Lao Zhang's face showed a happy expression, and he began to chat with his former colleague Chen Hanwen.

...

"Wrong! I was wrong!!"

"Please...kill me!!"

Jiang Bing couldn't bear the piercing pain all over his body, so he had to beg Yan Jun to give him a good time.

Yan Jun wore headphones and ignored it, still playing with his phone on his own.

His idea was simple.

The live broadcast room is now open. Every time one more person sees Jiang Bing's appearance that he can't survive or die, it is possible to reduce a vicious crime incident.

He has to make the most of this 'chicken' to be slaughtered!

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Ke stood at the door, a look of embarrassment on his face.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jun asked knowingly.

Zhou Ke gave a wry smile, hesitating to say anything.

"Old Zhou, Bureau Sun asked you to come?"

"Um."

Zhou Ke nodded, pointed to Jiang Bing, who had been tortured to such an extent, and carefully organized his words, "Uh, Brother Yan, that, you see, this is almost okay, or..."

"no problem."

Yan Jun put away his mobile phone, let out a long sigh of relief, and suddenly stared at Zhou Ke with burning eyes, and said word by word, "Old Zhou, do you listen to me?"

"Listen! You must listen!" Zhou Ke said confidently.

"Okay, give me the gun."

Zhou Ke suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Yan Jun with an expression of disbelief.

at the same time.

The hearts of the more than 100 million viewers in the live broadcast room also trembled slightly, and a flash of excitement flashed in their eyes.

Brother Jun, we are going to do something!

...

main entrance.

The Jiangcheng police, led by Lao Zhang, are waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, a dozen figures were vaguely seen.

Taking a closer look, several staff members of the No. 9 safe house were escorting four believers, and the serial killer Jiang Bing came to the gate.

Suddenly, Lao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Old Sun, you said it earlier, don't have to be so troublesome, just leave this kind of rough work to us. I didn't expect Yan Jun, but he is still very reasonable! Haha! !"