Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

A black sedan stopped in the center of the safe house gate.

With a pistol pinned to his waist, Feng Bin stepped forward with a vigilant look and prepared to ask.

At this moment, an expressionless young man came down from the passenger cab.

"What are you doing? The safe house is a strong place, and you can't stay in the middle of nowhere!" Feng Bin asked in a deep voice, his eyes scanning back and forth on this person.

"Brother, I triggered the omen of death and came to the safe house for protection."

There was a smile on the cold face of the young man, which looked a bit like a smirk.

"You triggered the death omen?"

Feng Bin took a step back subconsciously, his two thick brows slightly wrinkled.

"Well, I have contacted your safe house, or brother, you can check."

"What's your name?"

Feng Bin gradually relaxed his vigilance, removed his right hand from the holster around his waist, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

At this moment.

A smirk crossed the corner of the young man's mouth, raised his right hand like lightning, and aimed the black muzzle at Feng Bin's head.

"You!" Feng Bin was shocked.

Tweet!

A pistol fitted with a silencer blazed out.

In an instant, Feng Bin's brows twitched, his eyes widened, and he fell on his back with his body upright.

Snapped!

The other three doors of the black sedan opened almost at the same time, and three men in uniform got out of the car.

Screen flashes...

Yan Jun couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the death countdown on Feng Bin's head.

what's the situation?

Didn't the god of death want to create a large-scale disaster and wipe out all the people around him?

Why was the first person to die turned out to be shot? !

Could it be that... this disaster was not created by the god of death, but man-made?

Who has such courage, and is so ruthless, to behead all No. 69 people in Safe Room No. 9? !

terrorist?

Yan Jun trembled inwardly, his two sword brows furrowed deeply.

If that's the case, it totally makes sense that these guys in the safehouse didn't trigger the death omen!

The Eye of Supervision can see the countdown to death above anyone's head, but they don't necessarily die from the revenge of the god of death.

In an instant, Yan Jun suddenly realized, and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

"Jun... Brother Jun! What's the matter?" Feng Bin saw Yan Jun's changing expression on his face, and his heart became uneasy, and he couldn't help asking in a trembling voice.

"Do not talk!"

When Yan Jun opened his mouth coldly, Feng Bin was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Jun's face was sinking and his eyes narrowed slowly.

young people! Silenced pistol!

He suddenly remembered the post he saw on the Internet early this morning - a mysterious man broke into the house of the omens of death late at night and shot and killed him.

next second.

He remembered the letter sent to him by The Lonely.

There are other things you should beware of besides death!

Could it be that... with the advent of death, there are some people or organizations that are maddened in this world? !

"System! Just now, the picture of Feng Bin's death is playing again!"

The voice fell.

Feng Bin's death scene appeared again in front of Yan Jun's eyes.

The second time around, Yan Jun focused his attention, trying not to miss a single detail.

...

Snapped!

Just as the car door opened at the same time, and the three men in different colored jackets got out of the car, Yan Jun's eyelids suddenly jumped, capturing the details he wanted.

The moment the man in the cab got out of the car and turned around, his jacket swayed in the wind, revealing the black shirt inside and the red symbol on the chest of the shirt!

Big red cross! !

Taking a closer look, the four people in the car were all wearing uniform black shirts.

Yan Jun slowly closed his eyes.

All the truth is revealed!

This disaster was not created by the god of death, but by a deranged organization hidden in Jiangcheng who, for some unknown reason, wanted to slaughter the No. 9 safe house.

Thinking of this, Yan Jun instantly burst into anger.

In the past two days, he has been dealing with the god of death all the time, trying his best to protect those who have triggered the omen of death, in order to help the building to collapse and turn the tide of the collapse, which can be said to be exhausted and exhausted.

After finally winning a little staged victory, the god of death was much more honest.

But at this time, such a maddening organization appeared...

next moment.

Yan Jun suddenly opened his eyes, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a murderous aura emanated from his whole body.

Everyone trembled and took a step back unconsciously.

"Sun Bureau!"

"What's wrong?" Sun Bureau also felt that Yan Jun's emotions had taken a 180-degree turn, and asked in surprise.

"How many weapons are there in Safe Room No. 9?" Yan Jun's face was calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"arms?"

Sun Ju's pupils shrank suddenly, a worried look appeared on his face, he calmed down, and said truthfully: "In addition to a pistol for each operative, there are three automatic rifles in the vault, Yan Jun, you... what do you want to do? What?

"Get the rifle! Bring more magazines!"

Yan Jun said coldly, watching the countdown to death beating above everyone's heads in less than six minutes, his eyes became more and more gloomy.

The voice fell.

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Yan Jun, take the rifle..."

Sun Ju took a deep breath, his expression was a bit tangled, and he wanted to ask the question in his heart, but he remembered what he promised Yan Jun before, and immediately stuck the remaining half of the sentence in his throat, and immediately took it out of his pocket. Out of the key to the vault: "Captain He, go get your gun!"

"This……"

He Liang was naturally surprised and a little hesitant.

"Go!"

"It's Bureau Sun! You, and you, go get a gun with me!"

He Liang called the two team members to run directly to the vault.

Everyone at the scene except Yan Jun was extremely surprised, but seeing Yan Jun's gloomy face almost dripping water at the moment, everyone was also extremely nervous.

At the same time, the audience of the live broadcast room has exceeded 100 million, and this number is not soaring.

When they saw that Yan Jun was about to take out all three rifles, a storm surged in the hearts of countless people.

"What's the situation? This is, why do I feel a little panic?"

"I'm panicking and ignorant when I step on the horse. What do I need a gun for? And it's a rifle with a relatively strong firepower. Shouldn't Brother Jun have to do some work again?"

"Not quite like it! I saw murderous aura from Brother Jun!"

"I see! Brother Jun will definitely use a rifle to destroy the god of death!"

"Are you stupid upstairs? If the god of death could see and feel it, he would have dispatched weapons of mass destruction before stepping on a horse, and it would be your turn to use a rifle to harden it?"