The Grim Reaper is coming: the start of the game enters the countdown to death

Yan Jun had thought about how to save the people who died in the mass disaster created by the god of death.

Finally, a more definite conclusion was drawn.

Not afraid of the exact same way of death.

I'm afraid that the god of death will use different methods against a group at the same time.

If that's the case, even if I have various rewards in the system, but the number of times I am forced to upgrade the Eye of Surveillance is too small, I still have no skills.

Fortunately, the Grim Reaper wasn't crazy to that extent, leaving a glimmer of life for himself.

Explosion?
Yan Jun narrowed his eyes slowly, and when he saw that the countdown on Xu Feng's head was about 3 minutes away, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called Bureau Sun.

next moment.

Everyone in Safehouse 9 has an order.

Orderly retreat, gather at the park square.

"Xiaoxue, follow me!"

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

"Yan Jun!"

"Brother Yan!"

"Brother Jun!"

Everyone greeted Yan Jun when they passed by.

Yan Jun also carefully instructed them to rush to the square to gather as soon as possible.

When it was Yang Xiaoqing's turn, she looked at Yan Jun complicatedly.

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

1……7……25……36……59……67！

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

"Xiaoxue, let's go!"

Yan Jun pulled Ning Xue, while trotting, while paying attention to the changes of the death countdown above her head.

137!

136!

136!

Just when the two ran a distance of about 30 meters, the numbers above Ning Xue's head suddenly stopped.

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

Immediately, a system mechanical notification sounded in my mind.

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

Because five people have broken the death spell.

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

The good news is that this mass disaster was easily resolved by only upgrading the Eye of Surveillance twice. It didn't take too much risk and it was very worthwhile.

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 knew that the god of death still had a back hand! !

Yan Jun frowned, feeling 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 attack [-]%.

Freezing the numbers means that you won't be able to see the time of Death's next shot.

It may be a day apart, or it may be only a few seconds apart.

Suddenly, Yan Jun's eyelids twitched.

He had a hunch.

The time for Reaper's next shot may be shorter!
Thinking of this, Yan Jun immediately got into high spirits, squinted 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 get together in groups."

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

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

He just subconsciously looked at the building of safe house No. 9, feeling extremely curious.

Yan Jun must have a reason for doing this.

Could it be that……

Or like the last disaster, a plane exploded, and the wreckage of the plane just hit safe house 9?

Should be unlikely.

Since the news broke out, many domestic airlines have learned their lesson and have suspended operations.

Then what would it be?

At the same time, dozens of drones have been distributed over the No. 9 safe house.

The netizens who manipulated these drones naturally started the live broadcast.

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

"Here we come! I saw Brother Jun! The anchor is awesome!"

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

"Can you use your brain? If that's the case, Brother Jun must have used a gun to fight someone!"

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that the building of Safe House No. 9 is about to explode?"

"It could be an earthquake or something."

"Damn it! Is the god of death so insane?"

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

Just when 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 never changed, and silently counted down in his heart.

3...2...1!

Boom boom boom boom boom! ! ! !
A shocking explosion shook everyone's ears.

Like a flat-bottomed thunder, the earth trembled.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, watching the entire building of Safe House No. 9 ignited, black smoke billowing into the sky, their mouths were so shocked that they could not speak for a long time.

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

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

"This shit... I feel scared after seeing it!"

"Is this a mass disaster created by the god of death? It's simply too inhuman!"

"It's okay, the visual impact is quite strong, but it's actually useless. Brother Jun foresaw Death's little trick in advance, so he resolved it without any effort."

"Hehe, it makes sense. The God of Death made such a big commotion, but no one was injured or injured. Do you think the God of Death will be so angry that he vomits blood?"

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

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

"Brother Jun said, this is the end of a large-scale mass disaster? It's boring!"

"Don't talk about Brother Jun, I find it boring after reading it."

"Is the brother upstairs so inflated? You have to figure out that Brother Jun is not the same kind of person as us!"

For a moment, the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts that had been hanging for a long time were finally settled.

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

Because of Yan Jun's miraculous predictive ability, they did escape this catastrophe easily.

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

Fortunately, there is 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 all 136!

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

Change!

You've changed on horseback! !
next second.

The Grim Reaper seemed to have heard Yan Jun's call, and indeed the numbers above everyone's heads changed!