Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Yan Jun has previously thought about how to save those who died in the mass catastrophe created by the god of death.

Finally, a clearer conclusion was reached.

Not afraid of the exact same way of death.

I am afraid that the god of death will take different measures against a group at the same time.

If that's the case, even if he has various rewards in the system, he is forced to upgrade the Eye of Supervision too few times, and he is also incapable of being a clone.

Fortunately, the god of death has not gone crazy to that extent, leaving a ray of life for himself.

Did it explode?

Yan Jun slowly narrowed his eyes. Seeing that there were about three minutes left in the countdown above Xu Feng's head, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called Bureau Sun.

next moment.

Everyone in Safe Room 9 received an order.

Retreat in an orderly manner and gather in the park square.

"Xiaoxue, come with me!"

Yan Jun took Ning Xue to the back door of the building, and silently counted the safe house staff who came out in a hurry.

"Yan Jun!"

"Brother Yan!"

"Brother Jun!"

Everyone greeted Yan Jun as they passed by.

Yan Jun also warned them carefully and asked them to rush to the square as soon as possible.

When it was Yang Xiaoqing's turn, she looked at Yan Jun with complicated eyes.

Yan Jun opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to apologize, but he held back, knowing that now was not the time to speak.

1…7…25…36…59…67!

Except for himself and Ning Xue, a total of 67 people were evacuated from the safe house.

"Xiaoxue, let's go!"

Yan Jun pulled Ning Xue and trotted while noticing the change in the countdown to death above her head.

137!

136!

136!

Just as the two ran a distance of about thirty meters, the numbers above Ning Xue's head suddenly stopped.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for resolving a disaster, merit points +63!"

Immediately, the sound of the system machinery sounded in my mind.

Yan Jun was stunned for a moment, then after a quick calculation in his mind, he found that the number was correct.

Because five people have broken the curse of death.

In an instant, Yan Jun was both happy and worried.

The good news is that this mass disaster has only been upgraded with the Eye of Supervision twice, and it has been easily resolved. It has not taken a lot of risks, and it is very valuable.

The worry is...

He had come to the square of the park at this time, and saw that in the dense crowd, the number above everyone's head was fixed at 136.

Neither disappeared nor changed.

Gan!

I know that the god of death has a backhand! !

Yan Jun frowned and had a headache.

According to the experience of the previous two days, if the countdown to death does not disappear, the god of death will continue to shoot 100%.

The number is frozen, which means that you can't see the time when the god of death will shoot next time.

It could be a day apart, or it could be just a few seconds apart.

Suddenly, Yan Jun's eyelids jumped.

He had a hunch.

Death's next shot may be shorter!

Thinking of this, Yan Jun instantly became tense, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the numbers above everyone's heads, not daring to blink.

"Everyone, don't run around, leave my sight, and don't gather together."

"Old Zhou! Please maintain the order of the square!"

With an order, everyone strictly followed Yan Jun's orders and stayed in the wide square.

I just subconsciously looked at the building of the No. 9 safe house, and I was extremely curious.

There must be a reason why Yan Jun did this.

Could it be that……

Or, like the last disaster, a plane exploded and the wreckage of the plane happened to hit Safe Room 9?

Should be unlikely.

Since the news broke, many domestic airlines have learned their lessons and have stopped operations.

Then what would it be?

At the same time, dozens of drones have been distributed over Safe House 9.

Netizens who operate these drones naturally also started live broadcasts.

Soon, hundreds of millions of viewers poured into the live broadcast room.

"Come here! I see Brother Jun! The anchor is awesome!"

"Fuck! So many people! Could it be that someone is going to attack the No. 9 safe house like yesterday, so Brother Jun brought everyone here."

"Can you use your brain? If that's the case, Brother Jun must be fighting with someone with a gun!"

"So what the hell is going on? Is there going to be an explosion in the building of Safe House No. 9?"

"It could also be an earthquake or something."

"Fuck! Is Death so mad?"

"It's just a guess, and it's not necessarily true. I'm afraid only Brother Jun knows what will happen."

Just as the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room and the on-site staff were closely watching the safe house building, their hearts were extremely anxious.

Yan Jun looked at the numbers above everyone's heads that had not changed, and counted down silently in his heart.

3...2...1!

Boom boom boom boom boom! ! ! !

A thunderous explosion shook everyone's ears.

Like a thunderclap, the ground trembled.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and watched the entire building of Safe House No. 9 blaze ablaze with black smoke billowing into the sky.

Several drones that were closer were blown by the air waves generated by the explosion, and fell like kites with broken strings.

"Damn it! It's really an explosion! My crow's mouth, bah!"

"This Nima... I feel scared when I see it!"

"Is this a mass disaster created by the god of death? It's so inhumane!"

"It's okay, looking at the visual impact is quite strong, but it's actually useless. Brother Jun foretold this little trick of Death God in advance, so it was resolved without much effort."

"Hehe, it makes sense. The god of death made such a big move, but no one was injured. Do you think the god of death would vomit blood with anger?"

"It's best to be directly pissed off, haha!"

"It's the same sentence, Brother Jun is awesome!"

"Brother Jun said that this is the case for large-scale mass disasters? It's boring!"

"Don't say Brother Jun, I feel boring when I see it."

"Are the brothers upstairs so inflated? We need to make sure that Brother Jun is not the same as us!"

For a time, the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts had been suspended for a long time.

After the more than 60 staff at the scene felt the explosion at close range, they suddenly set off a storm in their hearts.

Because of Yan Jun's magical ability to predict, they did escape this disaster easily.

But witnessing this scene with their own eyes, everyone inevitably felt a sense of fear after a while, and the cold sweat from all over their bodies broke out.

Lucky to have Yan Jun!

at this time.

Yan Jun didn't look at the explosion behind him, his eyes were still fixed on the heads of everyone.

136!

Still the same 136!

The corners of Yan Jun's eyes twitched slightly, and he was vigilant and shouted in his heart.

Change!

You've changed when you ride a horse! !

next second.

The god of death seemed to have heard Yan Jun's cry, and the numbers above everyone's heads changed!