Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Under everyone's attention, Yan Jun resolutely fired a second shot.

Still no gunshots!

The miracle happened again! Beyond everyone's expectations.

At this moment, hundreds of millions of viewers seemed to be in a dream, feeling that this scene on the screen was extremely unreal.

It's so fantastical! !

Immediately afterwards, Yan Jun pulled the trigger continuously.

click! click! click! click!

In three seconds, Yan Jun fired four more shots.

Every time the trigger is pulled, the heartstrings of hundreds of millions of people are also pulled.

Countless people's eyelids jumped wildly, their bodies trembled, their hearts hung in their throats, and some viewers with poor psychological quality even fainted.

The picture that everyone imagined in the mind of the head being pierced by the bullet did not appear, and the huge square was eerily silent.

Yan Jun stood in the wind, the revolver in his hand was slowly put down, and the warm sunlight shone on his handsome face.

At this moment, he is the beam of light in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people!

The gamble is over!

Yan Jun wins! !

"call……"

Standing in the center of the square, Yan Jun slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, still his calm and composed appearance.

However, the clothes were completely soaked by the cold sweat on the back.

Pulling the trigger six times seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Although he had taken the lucky capsule rewarded by the system, the system had repeatedly stated that his luck value would reach the peak within a day, and he would never die no matter what.

But to accomplish such a feat, he still had great courage and determination.

All six bullets are duds, this is riding a horse... In the world, who dares to play like this? Who dares to gamble like that?

In case there is a little problem with this lucky capsule, or the god of death is stronger than I imagined, then I will be completely cold!

But since Yan Jun made this decision, it must be desperate.

There are three reasons.

First, he wanted to provoke the God of Death in this way, to awaken more people's desire for survival and the determination to fight against the God of Death, so that all people in darkness and fear can witness with their own eyes that God of Death is actually a clown who jumps from a beam, far away. Not as powerful as they thought.

Second, Yan Jun was unlucky in his last life. He finally passed through, and he also awakened the system and took the lucky capsule. He also wanted to experience the feeling of "the goddess of luck is smiling". Now I finally realize it, one word, cool! ! !

One last reason...

Of course, riding a horse is for merit!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for changing the will of the person who was ready to commit suicide, successfully saving a life, +1 merit point!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for saving a life, +1 merit point!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for saving one person, +1 merit point!"

...

A series of system prompts suddenly sounded in my mind.

Yan Jun was overjoyed.

Check it out! The merit points are here!

Right now!

The Shenwei Bureau scene and the 80 million viewers in the live broadcast room stood there safe and sound after seeing Yan Jun pulling the trigger six times, and there was a faint smile on his face, and the whole person was petrified.

After a while, the brains of these people gradually recovered a little sanity.

What followed was great shock and almost insane joy.

After going through a psychological journey that is ten million times more exciting than a roller coaster, everyone's heart finally landed smoothly.

All six bullets were duds! !

They suddenly remembered what Yan Jun said earlier!

Yan Jun! The gamble between him and the god of death! He won! !

This maddening provocation proves that Brother Jun is still the one who can create miracles, and once again brings great hope to countless people!

And death, not shit! !

At this moment, people in the whole city were excited and revelling, and people's almost crazy laughter sounded in every corner.

In the live broadcast room, gifts drifted by like snowflakes.

"Brother Jun! I don't think you are human. In my mind, you are already a god!!"

"Brother Jun, at this moment, please forgive me that I really can't express my admiration for you in words! Let me be quiet first!"

"Boy, because of you, I survived, and I will continue to live!"

"Grim Reaper? Haha! It's just a clown jumping on the beam, Brother Jun is awesome!!"

"Brothers, I'm not good at math. I want to ask, what is the probability that all six bullets are duds?"

"Brother, I'm good at math, but I can only say this, the situation just now is sure to die for any other person in this world!"

...

"Death Observation Room" studio scene.

Professor Liu Siming, who took the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill, gradually recovered, saying that Potian just wanted to leave the TV station as soon as possible.

The makeup on the host Xiaoou's face was covered with tears, but at the moment he didn't care at all, he just kept comforting Professor Liu: "Professor Liu, the matter has passed, Yan Jun...he is safe and sound!"

"This...what's the matter?"

"Professor Liu, watch the replay yourself!"

"Little gull...you can't lie to me!"

Professor Liu summoned the courage to watch the live footage of Yan Jun shooting himself. Even though he knew the result, he was still extremely nervous and his breathing became heavier.

In the end, Professor Liu let out a slow breath and complained, "This young man... is so outrageous, it scared half of my seventy-year-old comrade's life!"

...

Shenwei Bureau, monitoring room.

More than a dozen high-level leaders crowded in front of the monitor, flushed with excitement, and after reassuring that Yan Jun was indeed safe, he gasped for breath, and the tense expression on his face relaxed a little.

A false alarm!

A real false alarm!

The sky collapsed in half, and was pushed back by the goddess of luck.

"This boy! This stinky boy! How dare he??"

"I have lived forty-six years in my life, and I have never seen such a crazy person!"

"God's Chosen Son! The well-deserved Heaven's Chosen Son!"

Just when these high-level figures of the Shenwei Bureau lamented that Yan Jun's luck was too bad.

The special line phone in the room rang suddenly.

The leader, Sun Ju, just picked up the phone and put it in his ear, the muscles on his face froze in an instant, his back straightened three points unconsciously, and his voice trembled.

"Yes! Yes! Understood! Understood! Understood! Chief, please rest assured!"

After hanging up the phone, Bureau Sun's sweat-wiping hand shook violently as if uncontrollably.

This abnormal behavior immediately made the dozens of colleagues in the room very curious.

"Officer Sun, whose number is it?"

"The one above." Sun Ju said in a trembling voice.

"Provincial?"

Sun Bureau shook his head.

"The head office?"

Sun Bureau shook his head again.

"Where else could that be?"

Bureau Sun looked at his subordinates and slowly extended a finger.

When the words fell, everyone present instantly changed their faces.