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

now.

The hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room and more than 30 Jiangcheng high-level officials at the Shenwei Bureau headquarters subconsciously widened their eyes and gasped after seeing this scene in the square of Ruian Community through the drone's high-definition camera.

"Hey!! How many people are riding on this horse?!"

"There are tens of thousands of people by visual inspection. Could it be that these people have all triggered the omen of death? This... is too terrifying?!"

"There is a high probability that it is true, otherwise Brother Jun would not have appeared here."

"It's no wonder Brother Jun didn't smile at all after saving more than 9 workers in Safe House No. 60. It turns out that he had already predicted a bigger disaster!"

"A large-scale disaster involving thousands of people, is the god of death already mad?"

"MD, so many people trigger the omen of death, I feel hopeless when I see it, can Brother Jun stand it?"

The dense barrage in the live broadcast room made countless netizens break out in cold sweat, and their hearts trembled unconsciously.

When death comes to this world, when it harvests human life, it usually only targets individual individuals. There are also mass disasters, but the probability is very small, and the scale is relatively small. If it dies, it will kill hundreds of people.

But right now...

Looking at the black crowd in the square, hundreds of millions of netizens felt the same way, almost suffocating in despair.

The headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau, the command center.

More than 30 high-level executives stared at the big screen, as if all their strength had been drained, their faces were pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Compared with the disaster in the safe house at No. 9 in the morning, the disaster in the Ruian community created by the god of death is not in the same order of magnitude at all.

When Yan Jun was saving people in the morning, he was obviously unable to do what he wanted. It was actually a fluke that all 63 people were rescued.

This is a scene that makes people feel desperate just by looking at it, how can Yan Jun...

well!Forget it, save as much as you can!Protecting everyone from death is tantamount to nonsense!
Even if the ability is as strict as the sky, it is absolutely impossible!

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, their faces ashen.

It's not that they don't have confidence in Yan Jun, but that the madness and power of the god of death is far beyond their cognition.

Before Yan Jun appeared, how had they encountered such a level of disaster!
For a while, the huge command center was silent, and the sound of gasping for air kept coming and going.

After a while.

Sun Bureau raised his trembling hands, slowly took off his glasses, wiped the slightly moist corners of his eyes, and sighed faintly, "I suggest telling Yan Jun, do what you can!"

The voice fell.

The high-level officials immediately understood what Bureau Sun meant.

Such a disaster, even if the gods come, there is nothing to do.

And if Yan Jun forcibly protects so many people regardless of his own danger, he is likely to put himself in danger.

In that case, it would be worth the loss.

The lives of thousands of people are certainly greater than the sky, but Yan Jun, the "chosen son of heaven", came out of more than a billion people.

These people can still distinguish clearly which is more important.

What's more, millions of people around the world are harvested by the god of death every day. What can these thousands of people do?

As long as Yan Jun is alive, there is still hope for mankind.

If he dies, everything will be over.

"agree!"

"agree!"

"I agree!"

All the senior officials nodded.

After an agreement was reached, Bureau Sun took out his phone and dialed a number, "Captain Zhou, please tell Yan Jun four words, do what you can!"

……

The activity area of ​​Ruian Community Plaza is very spacious.

But even so, with nearly ten thousand people standing here, it still seemed a bit crowded.

These people are shrouded in fear of death at this moment, and panic and anxiety are written on everyone's face.

However, when they saw Yan Jun, the "chosen son" walking slowly like a superhero who saved the world, a glimmer of hope for survival suddenly surged in their hearts, and tears filled their eyes instantly.

After a while.

When Yan Jun came to these thousands of people, he stood upright like a gun.

"Brother Jun!"

"Brother Jun!"

……

Some residents of the community standing in the front row couldn't help shouting out, tears welling up in their eyes.

But after shouting out, they immediately shut their mouths.

The staff of the Shenwei Bureau explained that because of the large number of people, it is necessary to keep quiet.

They worried that this would disturb Yan Jun and arouse his resentment.

As a result, more people just opened their mouths, suppressed silence, and looked at Yan Jun extremely eagerly.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jun felt very uncomfortable, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After pondering for a while, Yan Jun glanced over and found that a small half of the crowd had no death countdown on their heads. He immediately said, "Well, everyone line up first, leaving a distance of one meter."

The words fall.

Zhou Ke immediately led the staff of the Shenwei Bureau into action and maintained order on the scene.

These nearly ten thousand people naturally obeyed Yan Jun's words, and in just a few minutes, they had lined up neatly according to Yan Jun's requirements.

The audience was silent, and everyone was waiting for Yan Jun's next order.

next moment.

Like a general inspecting soldiers in ancient times, Yan Jun began to inspect them one by one.

Every time you see a person who has not triggered the omen of death, tell him to stand on the other side of the square.

After nearly three hours, Yan Jun finally finished the screening.

The nearly [-] people were also divided into two waves.

After some statistics, detailed data were obtained.

The number of people who triggered the omen of death was 6315, and the number of people who did not trigger the omen of death was 3448.

6315!

Still a scary number.

Next, Yan Jun told those people who were not targeted by the god of death to evacuate the Rui'an community within two hours.

The time was generous enough for them to bring some precious items at home.

After these people learned that they did not trigger the omen of death, their tense mood instantly relaxed. They couldn't help but wept with joy, and then dispersed with a bang, and hurried home to pack their belongings and prepare to leave here as soon as possible.

the other side.

After seeing such a scene, more than 6000 people were naturally envious.

But they were targeted by the god of death, and there was no reason to say it.

Fortunately, with the presence of Yan Jun, these people will not be desperate.

soon.

Yan Jun came in front of more than 6000 people.

Zhou Ke immediately brought up a microphone.

"It's unfortunate that this happened to everyone."

Yan Jun's deep voice was transmitted to every corner of the square through the loudspeaker equipment, and even netizens who watched the live broadcast through drones could hear it clearly.

"If everyone is willing to trust me, I will do my best to protect everyone present!"

"Okay, that's all I'll say."

The voice fell.

Yan Jun thought for a while, and added, "If anyone has a question, he can raise his hand to speak."