Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

With fifty or sixty rounds of pistol bullets in his pocket, Yan Jun felt that his shirt was heavy.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for resolving a disaster, +69 merit points."

The sound of the system sounded in my mind in a timely manner.

Seeing that the death countdown above everyone's heads was frozen at about 9 seconds, Yan Jun heaved a long sigh of relief.

After removing this biggest hidden danger, he looked at the four believers who were like sculptures at the moment, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"system!"

"Ding! Does the host open the lucky ten consecutive draws?"

"Exchange five physiques!"

"Ding! The host is successfully redeemed, consumes five merit points, and the current physique is 95."

With the sound of the system falling in his mind, Yan Jun felt that his body had faintly changed in an instant.

The effect of improving the five-point physique is very obvious. The most intuitive feeling is that you can hear the bones of the body creaking as if strengthening, and the whole body seems to have endless power.

...

Yan Jun returned to his original position, and his every move remained the same as before.

"3...2...1!"

"Ding! Time standstill has been lifted!"

Time begins to pass.

At the same time, the nervous and dignified look on Yan Jun's face disappeared in an instant, and there was a trace of mockery and contempt in his eyes.

"Yan Jun! You still haven't done it?!!"

No. 3 was stunned for a while, aware of Yan Jun's emotional changes, and suddenly felt that he was being tricked, and immediately roared angrily: "Believe it or not, I will..."

"Shoot!"

Yan Jun shrugged and interrupted him directly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of confidence: "I bet you don't have bullets in your gun!!"

The voice fell, and there was an uproar at the scene.

The hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

I bet you don't have bullets in your gun?

This... how is this possible? !

Someone just fired a shot!

And there are four of them. It's impossible for everyone to have no bullets in their guns. It makes no sense at all!

Although hundreds of millions of netizens have never questioned Yan Jun's luck, Yan Jun's words are really unconvincing.

With the blessing of the goddess of luck, these four people really couldn't kill Yan Jun.

But that doesn't mean they can't kill other people.

For a time, everyone was in a panic.

"Fuck! What do you mean, Brother Jun? Why can't I understand it?"

"Brother Jun, don't do this, that's more than 60 lives!"

"Brother Jun, let's not play heartbeat, okay? Guns jammed, duds, and chambers exploded. I think it's natural for this kind of thing to happen to you, but others have no such luck."

"Yes, don't play any psychological tactics at this time, it is the best policy to stabilize these crazy guys!"

"I guess, Brother Jun must be trying to bluff these four people with words first and delay time."

"Well, that's what I thought too."

"But...but it's too risky, what if someone gets irritated?"

"There's no way, I can only bet that they will check the guns, and then Brother Jun will take advantage of this gap and make a decisive move to turn the situation around."

"But there are four of them, and Brother Jun's two fists are hard to beat with four hands!"

Just when everyone thought that Yan Jun's words could be delayed for a while, the most disturbing scene appeared.

"CNM, don't cry without seeing the coffin!!"

No. 3 roared angrily, pointed the gun at a staff member in the front row, and pulled the trigger decisively.

At this moment, everyone's heart almost jumped out of fright.

click!

The gun didn't go off.

No. 3 was instantly stunned, and in a hurry, he pulled the trigger twice in a row.

Kaka!

The gun still didn't go off.

"Am I right?"

Yan Jun shrugged and looked at the other three with interest, his tone was full of ridicule and provocation: "How about you three try it too?"

"Shoot!!"

Number Three roared angrily.

The three decisively pulled the trigger of the pistol.

Ka Ka Ka!

The gun still didn't fire.

As Yan Jun just said, I bet you have no bullets in your gun!

In an instant.

The four believers looked at the mysterious smile on Yan Jun's face, and felt a chill all over their body.

Weird!

So weird! !

The pistol was clearly in his hands from the beginning to the end, and he deliberately checked before the action, why at this critical moment...

at the same time.

Hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room had their eyeballs almost popping out of their eyes after seeing this scene, and their hearts suddenly set off a huge wave, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Incredible!

Incredible!

From the live broadcast of the account "Believer" until now, Yan Jun's every move has never left the sight of hundreds of millions of netizens.

It is understandable that luck is against the sky, but why does such a strange thing happen?

Countless people can't figure it out even if they want to break their heads. They feel that what happened to Yan Jun is completely beyond their cognition.

Just when everyone was still wondering why there were no bullets in the guns of these four people.

What happened next shocked them even more.

In the picture, Yan Jun took out a handful of Huang Chengcheng's bullets from his pocket and slowly let go.

Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of bullets falling to the ground was particularly crisp and pleasant in the unusually quiet safe house parking lot at the moment, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

"This... take things from the air? How did he do it, Brother Jun??!"

"Where's the Reasoning Emperor? Come out and explain?!"

"I like reasoning and it's true, but what Brother Jun did... I'm sorry, farewell!"

"This is supposed to be magic, right?"

"Don't! I'm a magician. To clarify, magic and magic are two concepts."

"This...isn't there an explanation or guess from the Great God?"

At this moment, hundreds of millions of viewers were filled with doubts and shocks.

They suddenly felt that their previous speculations about Yan Jun were probably just the tip of the iceberg.

Chosen Son!

The magical boy who predicted death!

Now there is another identity - a magician!

In addition to being shocked, a sentence subconsciously popped out of everyone's mind.

You can always trust your brother! !

"Go ahead and capture it!"

Yan Jun raised his head, stood like a gun, looked at the four 'believers' who had problems with their brains, and said lightly, "Don't make useless struggles, you guys are still useful and won't die for the time being."

"Are believers greedy for life and fear of death?"

"kill him!!"

After feeling offended by Yan Jun's words, the four of them all took out sharp and sharp daggers from their bodies, and rushed towards Yan Jun with the courage to see death as their home.

"Back off!!"

With a loud shout, it stopped Zhou Ke and Feng Bin who were about to rush up.

Yan Jun single-handedly took on the four.

The leader, No. 3, made a killing move in the first shot, holding a dagger in his left hand, his body wide open, and like a soldier on the battlefield who was not afraid of death, he was fighting for his own life, but also to give Yan Jun the most fatal blow.