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

I don't care if I can save you or not!

After hearing Zhou Ke's inexplicable words, Huang Yongzhou and a dozen onlookers were immediately puzzled.

What do you mean?
Since you can predict the exact time of death of others, isn't it easy to save people?Just like Yan Jun did before.

No matter how heinous this Huang Yongzhou is, he must first solve the life-and-death crisis he is about to face.

As for the crime involved, no one will have any objection to the conviction.

"Zhou...Captain Zhou! Please help me!!"

Huang Yongzhou's face was pale, and he begged in a trembling voice: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Besides, isn't it the duty of your Shenwei Bureau to save people?"

The voice fell.

Zhou Ke frowned subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable.

hehe!Is this a begging attitude?He even kidnapped himself morally!
Don't say that you can't be the master, even if you have the magical ability like Brother Yan, you will not easily help Huang Yongzhou solve the crisis.

After all, this old fox's mind is too vicious, and he can even do such insane things as inciting others to commit suicide.

It can be said that he deserves death!

At this moment.

Yan Jun's voice came from the earphone again.

"Old Zhou, turn the recorder on your chest fifteen degrees to the right. I'm going to start the live broadcast here."

Hearing this, Zhou Ke's heart skipped a beat.

Are you ready to expose yourself?
Thinking about it, Brother Yan must have weighed it over and over again, and felt that the benefits of announcing the news that he was still alive at this moment outweighed the disadvantages, so he made a decisive decision.

If that's the case, then just cooperate with all your strength.

Zhou Ke nodded slightly, adjusted the angle of the recorder calmly, subconsciously straightened his chest, looking forward to it.

next moment.

He looked out through the glass of the villa.

The sun was breaking at dawn, and the sky and the earth were clear. After being washed by a heavy rain last night, the flowers, plants and trees in the yard were exceptionally clean, exuding vitality.

……

Divine Guard headquarters.

In the huge command center, more than 30 high-level and related staff members raced against the clock and got busy nervously.

"Don't make conditions with me! I want you to do whatever it takes to ensure that the city's seven mainstream TV stations and news media are on standby within 1 minute! Subsequent related reports follow my orders at any time!!"

"Has the equipment been debugged? Can it be faster!!"

"Immediately strengthen the security force near the sports center!"

"What's going on with Zhou Ke? Has a colleague rushed over?"

"Already on the way!"

"Let them hurry up! Arrive at the scene as soon as possible, and cooperate with Zhou Ke to deal with all possible emergencies."

"Report to Bureau Sun! The equipment has been debugged, the network signal is good, the picture quality is good, the communication quality is good, and the live broadcast can be started at any time, please instruct!"

"Stand by!"

"Yes!"

After the preparations were completed, more than 30 high-level executives headed by Bureau Sun looked at the big screen in unison.

The picture on the big screen is divided into two.

On one side is the wide-angle surveillance video of the sports center. It can be clearly seen that Yan Jun is standing in the stadium at the moment, with seriousness written on his elegant and handsome face, and his tall body standing upright, as strong as a gun.

On the other side, there is the real-time picture of the first-person view on Zhou Ke's recorder, and he can also see every move of Huang Yongzhou's family.

The high-level officials nodded, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The idea of ​​restarting the live broadcast was proposed by Yan Jun temporarily. They hadn't made any preparations before, and there must have been negligence in the haste, but it is not bad to gather the strength of the Jiangcheng Shenwei Bureau to achieve this point.

Director Sun took a deep breath, and said to the communication equipment: "Yan Jun, we have finished preparations here, do you want to start the live broadcast?"

"Open!" Yan Jun said firmly.

The voice fell.

Several network technicians in the command center immediately connected the two real-time monitoring images on the big screen to Yan Jun's live broadcast room.

……

Early morning, 06:30.

At this point in time, most people are in a state of sleep.

Because of the death, schools and enterprises have entered an indefinite suspension of classes and work, so many student parties and office workers have gradually developed the habit of sleeping in.

This is also impossible.

If normal life and social order can be restored, who wouldn't want to get out and get some fresh air?
In the final analysis, all this is caused by death.

And, since Reaper usually harvests human life during the day, people prefer the night.

Whenever the sun rises, the anxiety and fear in everyone's heart will be magnified many times.

Over time, many people develop the habit of lethargy, trying to avoid death in this way of self-deception.

Although with little success, there are still many people doing this one after another.

even so.

There are still hundreds of thousands of online netizens in Yan Jun's live broadcast room.

Since Yan Jun was 'struck to death' by lightning last night, the live broadcast room has been in a black screen state, and there is no real-time live broadcast content anymore.

However, one night down.

In addition to those bullet screens in mourning for Yan Jun, the gifts have never been broken.

Yan Jun is dead.

These netizens from all over the world can only use this way to remember this "chosen son" who has done many amazing things.

Among these 10 people, more than half of them have agreed with each other to guard Yan Jun for twelve hours in the live broadcast room.

Because in their minds, what Yan Jun did is totally worth their doing.

now.

Netizens scattered all over the country, after a very painful night, their eyes were astringent and swollen from crying too much, and their throats were dry and hoarse.

Everyone's mental state is exhausted and haggard to the extreme.

But even so, they still fulfilled their promises and waited silently in Yan Jun's live broadcast room.

When thirsty, drink water; when hungry, find something to eat.

When I was sleepy and tired, I found some videos of Yan Jun’s previous live broadcast to watch, and cheered up.

Many people couldn't help sighing when they found out that it was dawn, their faces were full of worries, and their minds were full of worries.

A new day begins.

Reaper is about to start a new round of harvesting!
Brother Jun is dead, and there is probably no one in this world who can stop Death from killing.

Chosen Son!
The Chosen One who is truly favored by the Goddess of Luck!

Pity!
In the end, he was defeated by the god of death.

Thinking of the scene of Yan Jun being struck to death by lightning last night, the 10,000+ fans who were waiting in the live broadcast room were in pain like a knife.