Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Eighty meters!

Forty meters!

Twenty meters!

Yan Jun and Zhou Ke landed on the football field smoothly.

The moment his two feet stepped on the ground, Zhou Ke's body softened, and he slumped on the ground directly, his deep eyes looking at Yan Jun with incomparably fiery expression, his expression was astonishing.

At the same time, the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were once again stunned by Yan Jun's magical operation.

"Damn it! That's fine too? This eagle is too spiritual, isn't it?!"

"Brother Jun, you still said that you can't command these eight golden eagles?!"

"720-degree panoramic sunroof, precise landing by voice remote control, fuel consumption per 100 kilometers, the overlord of nature in the sky, the national first-class protected animal will bring you the ultimate enjoyment of flying in the sky!"

"Brother Jun lined up! What kind of supercar, private jet, compared to the eight golden eagles of Brother Jun, is it really weak?"

"Coach, I want this!"

"The coach said that I still want to ride a horse!"

The live broadcast room was full of excitement, and countless viewers were amazed while envious of Yan Jun.

It stands to reason that the golden eagle is a very arrogant bird of prey, and it is difficult for even a professional eagle trainer to subdue this animal.

But how did you get to Brother Jun...

Inexplicably, eight golden eagles flew in desperately to save them, and they seemed to be able to understand Brother Jun's instructions.

Is this the charm of the Chosen Son?

Countless netizens are so envious that their eyes are red.

Seeing that Yan Jun and Zhou Ke landed smoothly, in addition to the joy of hundreds of millions of netizens, the stones hanging in the hearts of some people who were most concerned about them in Safe Room No. 9 finally fell to the ground, and they couldn't help crying for a while.

"Take them back to the safe house immediately!"

After the leader Sun said these words, he strode out of the monitoring room while wiping his tears with a handkerchief.

...

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

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

...

After Yan Jun completed the inspiring feat of surviving the miraculous 8,000-meter skydive, the hundreds of millions of viewers who watched the live broadcast felt Yan Jun's courage and determination to fight death to the end, and everyone was deeply moved. and inspired.

Before that, they were in awe and awe of Yan Jun.

Respect is that Yan Jun used his unparalleled courage to bring hope to countless people, and fear is that after he provoked the god of death, he was madly retaliated by the god of death, and the people who came into contact with him triggered the omen of death one after another.

They thought that Yan Jun would linger in the hands of death, so they sank.

Unexpectedly, he 'intensified' and pulled Zhou Ke, who had triggered the omen of death, to continue provoking the god of death in such a frenzied way, and proved to the world what kind of existence the 'Son of Heaven' really is.

In this world, no force can kill Yan Jun, including himself.

Not only that, he has enough ability to protect the people around him.

After thinking about these two things, countless people are full of hope, and they seem to feel that the light is right in front of them.

Especially those who have triggered the omen of death and are ready to commit suicide, after watching Yan Jun's live broadcast, they abandoned this stupid idea in an instant.

When Brother Jun was only two kilometers above the ground, he still had a smile on his face, believing that a miracle would happen.

How can you just give up? !

Listening to the system prompts that kept ringing in his mind, Yan Jun felt extremely relieved.

There are merit points.

It has also brought hope to countless people.

Best of both worlds!

...

Along with bursts of crisp tweets, the seven golden eagles fluttered into the sky with their wings flapping.

On the lawn, the original and largest bird was left alone. At this moment, it was staring at Yan Jun motionless. Its huge wings were dark brown, and the lanceolate sword-like feathers around its neck reflected golden light in the sunlight. Glossy, the eyes that were originally gleaming with fierce light immediately flashed a soft light when they looked at Yan Jun, and there was no sign of flying away.

Yan Jun and the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

"Brother Yan, look, this golden eagle's claws seem to be injured." The sharp-eyed Zhou Ke quickly discovered the blind spot.

Yan Jun took a closer look.

really!

A trace of dark red blood slowly seeped out from the golden eagle's claws, and he was immediately moved.

"Uh, that...Brother Diao, thank you for saving your life. If you don't mind, can I take you back to heal the wound first? Don't worry, I have absolutely no malice."

Seeing that there was no fierce light in the golden eagle's eyes, Yan Jun dared to approach cautiously.

After a while, the golden eagle seemed to understand what Yan Jun meant, flapped its wings, and leaped to Yan Jun's shoulder. This scene made hundreds of millions of viewers stunned again.

"What a spiritual brother carved! I'm greedy on horseback."

"Tsk tsk, the personality charm of the Son of Heaven's Chosen is different!"

"Brother Jun, don't think I don't know what you have in mind, hum!"

At this time.

A black car drove into the stadium and stopped precisely beside Yan Jun and Zhou Ke.

A slender young man with a short inch came out of the car. He was He Liang, the deputy captain in charge of the field service in the No. 9 safe house.

"Brother Jun, Team Zhou, get in the car!"

He Liang was panting, his expression a little excited, and his eyes looking at Yan Jun were full of admiration and admiration.

"Xiao He, is everything normal in the safe house?"

"Back to Team Zhou, everything is normal."

The three of them sat in the car, and the black car drove smoothly on the road, heading for the safe house.

Yan Jun glanced at the time and finally felt relieved.

...

at the same time.

In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Jiangcheng City, the atmosphere is solemn and chilling.

More than a dozen men in black uniforms were neatly arranged in three rows, and an unusually striking symbol was sewn with red thread on the chest of their jackets - a big fork!

The man at the head was tall, standing like a gun, his face was cold, and he exuded a murderous aura from top to bottom.

There is a laptop in front of him.

"Brother Sculpture, how about saying hello to the netizens... Uh, sorry, I was wrong, Brother Sculpture, don't be angry..."

Looking at Yan Jun's smiling face in the picture, the leading man's facial muscles twitched slightly, and his sharp and sinister eyes showed a strong color of resentment.

Snapped!

After closing the computer, the man slowly turned around and faced the crowd with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Who are we?"

"Believers!" A dozen people shouted in unison with their frantic eyes.

"Whose believers?"

"A believer in the god of death!"

The headed man nodded with satisfaction, and said in a very pious tone: "This world is dirty and evil. Those who are chosen by the god of death are lucky! The god of death is helping them escape from this In a filthy world, everyone who triggers the omen of death should feel grateful and honored!"