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

Watching live shooting is actually very boring for many people who have already touched guns or are not interested in guns.

But at this moment, the popularity in Yan Jun's live broadcast room has not decreased at all, and there are still more than 5000 million viewers watching the live broadcast online.

Because they are interested in Yan Jun!

No matter what Yan Jun does, they will be done with unreasonable support.

"Pfft! Brother Jun, what are you doing? All the bullets missed the target, can we aim and then shoot?"

"Don't be a keyboard man upstairs, it's actually very difficult to aim with a pistol. It's not bad for Brother Jun to be able to shoot like this for the first time."

"That's right, sharpshooters are all fed with bullets, Brother Renjun is just having fun with his hands."

"Watching the live shooting is so boring. Can Brother Jun do some other work? Besides, it consumes so many resources of the Shenwei Bureau, just to shoot a few shots to enjoy the fun, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"Uh, although I support Brother Jun unconditionally, what the brother upstairs said is also reasonable."

"Agreed! Brother Jun, our guns have also been fired, let's go back to the safe house and form a CP with the young lady."

……

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
The sound of bullets being fired came from the big screen in the studio.

In the picture, Yan Jun is standing in the middle of the square, shooting targets with great joy, showing no sign of stopping.

Xiaoou, the host of the program "Death Observation Room", was completely speechless.

Gun, is it really that fun?

Yan Jun, aren't your fingers sore?

Although the audience who watched this show did not lose much, she really couldn't stand the endless noise.

Boring is boring, but as a host, she still has to maintain some program effects.

After the six bullets were fired, Xiaoou showed a professional smirk, nodded in praise and said, "Hehe, finally two bullets hit the target."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Professor Liu Siming, who knew that Professor Liu frowned, staring at the big screen all the time, and had no intention of interacting with her at all.

"Uh, Professor Liu also thinks that Yan Jun's target shooting is boring and meaningless?"

Professor Liu shook his head, with a worried look on his face, and said very seriously: "Jun Yan suddenly played with a pistol, this is not a sign that everyone should be happy about."

After speaking, Professor Liu sighed slightly.

The host Xiaoou and the audience immediately felt a sense of tension.

"Oh? Professor Liu, what did you see?"

Professor Liu took a sip of water, his frowning brows never relaxed, his eyes narrowed slowly, and he analyzed methodically: "First of all, there is nothing wrong with Yan Jun wanting to play with guns. Boys like guns after all. Yes. But have you noticed that Yan Jun has a lot of fun playing with guns, almost to the point of obsession."

"Is this...is there a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem!"

Professor Liu Siming nodded: "Just imagine, how can a person who has escaped death three times focus on having fun? There were indeed people who triggered the omen of death before, and in order to fulfill their dying wishes, they just ate, drank, played and enjoyed themselves. , that’s because they knew they couldn’t escape their final fate, so they were relieved.”

"But Yan Jun is different! He has great luck, and he obviously has a great hope to survive the three-day countdown to death, but why would he spend time on such meaningless things? It will take half a day! Unless..."

Speaking of this, Professor Liu had a somewhat disappointed look on his face.

"Unless Yan Jun treats every remaining minute of his life as the end of his life, that's why he has such a good time, so that he doesn't leave any regrets before he dies?"

The tone of the host Xiaoou's speech was also mixed with a little disappointment and helplessness: "Is that so, Professor Liu?"

Professor Liu closed his eyes and nodded with pain on his face.

In an instant, the audience who were watching the live broadcast were blown away.

"Damn it! No way? I'm still looking forward to Brother Jun's confrontation with the God of Death!"

"Really? Brother Jun just played with guns for a while, can this old man analyze people's mental state?"

"What do you think, Professor Liu Siming, a well-known psychological expert in China, is still at a very high level."

"Professor Liu was slapped in the face by our brother Jun before?"

"That time was just an accident. Professor Liu can't always make mistakes. I think Professor Liu's analysis makes sense."

"So, Brother Jun doesn't want to fight the god of death anymore? Just gave up hope to countless people, but now he gave up. Brother Jun, you must hold on!"

Professor Liu's well-founded psychological analysis instantly made countless viewers who supported Yan Jun panic.

Yan Jun's previous actions can be said to be the embodiment of courage and justice, and he also has great luck, fully worthy of the words "national hero".

But right now... it's a bit disappointing.

Just when countless people were sending barrage, asking Zhou Ke to stop Yan Jun's boring behavior of shooting targets.

Mutation!

In the center of the square, Jun Yan held a revolver in his hand, loaded all six bullets, and took all the remaining dozen bullets in Zhou Ke's hand.

"No more bullets, go back to the safe house!"

Zhou Ke said impatiently, he didn't know what the kid's fingers were made of, but he didn't feel tired at all after beating for so long.

"it is good!"

Yan Jun glanced at Zhou Ke, a sneer appeared on his face as if the plot had succeeded, he suddenly pointed his gun at the sky, and pulled the trigger decisively.

boom! !

A loud noise exploded from the top of Yan Jun's head.

In an instant, Zhou Ke was dumbfounded.

"Yan... Brother Yan, what do you want to do? You must not mess around!!"

Zhou Ke approached Yan Jun slowly, sweating all over his body, and his tone was almost pleading: "Brother Yan, listen to me, this is not how guns are played, and it is very dangerous to shoot like this!"

Yan Jun retreated calmly, lowered the muzzle of the gun at the same time, pointed at Zhou Ke's feet, and said slowly: "Old Zhou, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. What you have to do now is to retreat to the sidelines. Don't try to grab the gun, it's more dangerous!"

"Good! Good! Good! Brother Yan, don't be impulsive, be calm, I trust you."

Zhou Ke had no choice but to step back step by step.

boom!
Yan Jun aimed another shot at the sky.

Yan Jun's sudden move was beyond everyone's expectations, and the senior officials of the Shenwei Bureau in the monitoring room and tens of millions of netizens were not calm.

"I knew it! I knew it as soon as I stepped on the horse!! This kid is really not a worry-free master, he really turned into a monster on the horse! Zhou Ke! Why are you backing away? Why don't you go up and down his gun? I I don't believe he dared to shoot at you!"

"Don't! Don't! The gun is in the hands of Yan Jun now. We don't know why this kid is crazy. Any action may anger him. Don't take this risk!!"

"That's right! I'll never be able to keep up with this kid's brain circuit. Who knows what's in his brain?"

"Be quiet! Everyone hold your breath, let's see what Yan Jun wants to do first."