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

inside the venue.

After Yan Jun communicated with the headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau, he immediately entered the intensive rescue work.

There are more than 2000 million people in Jiangcheng City. It is obviously unrealistic to let them all stay at home, and then Yan Jun faces the surveillance video and screens them one by one.

Therefore, Yan Jun also specially said in the live broadcast room, so that those who triggered the omen of death should contact the Shenwei Bureau as soon as possible, and then take action by himself, and tell them how to avoid the harvest of the god of death through the monitoring screen.

Not long after Yan Jun cut off the live broadcast, the command center at the headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau in Jiangcheng City was in chaos.

Dozens of phones rang non-stop, showing no signs of stopping.

Due to the shortage of manpower, more than 30 senior executives in the command center also joined the battle one after another, acting as front-line staff, responsible for answering these calls.

"Report! Citizen number 01200557 called and said that he had triggered the omen of death."

"Record! The citizen number 01344559 said that he triggered the omen of death two hours ago!"

"Number 02456118!"

"Number 03152216!"

"Wait! Please read it again!"

"Numbering……"

In the command center, ten staff members of the Shenwei Bureau responsible for network information security are so busy at the moment that they don't even have time to catch their breath.

They had thought that the workload might be huge, but they didn't expect it to be this big.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of calls have come in.

This is still in the high-efficiency working state of the colleagues who are responsible for answering the phone.

And their job is to enter the number corresponding to the caller into the network, and then find the real-time monitoring screen from the huge database.

Then, sort out the surveillance videos of these people and send them to Yan Jun in the gymnasium.

5 minute later.

The ten network technicians let out a long sigh of relief sweating profusely.

The leader immediately began to ask the leader, "Sun Bureau! The real-time monitoring screens of the first batch of death omens have been sorted out. Do you want to send them to Yan Jun?"

After the words fell, Director Sun was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "How many people are there in total?"

"568 people!"

"so much?"

Director Sun couldn't help but gasped.

He thought that there would be more people, but he didn't expect that there were already more than 500 people in the first batch.

Yan Jun...can he save these people?
Forget it, don't think so much, if you can save one, it's one!

With Yan Jun's ability, it should be no problem to save half of the people.

"Then send it to Jun Yan first!"

After Bureau Sun gave the order to the technicians, he began to answer the phone again.

……

This side of the stadium.

Yan Jun's whole state is as if he is facing an enemy.

He knew in his heart that since he had chosen this path, what would meet him next would be one vicious battle after another.

In order not to add more psychological burden to himself, Yan Jun turned off the live broadcast, leaving him alone in the huge venue, and even Zhou Ke did not have permission to enter the venue.

Because of the upcoming work, he needs to maintain absolute concentration and calmness.

Yan Jun told himself in his heart that no matter how many people could be snatched back from the god of death, no matter how many people were snatched back, the tragedy must not be caused by his own negligence and carelessness.

There are only so many rewards in the system, let's take a step first.

How many people can be saved is entirely up to chance.

Soon, the voice of the staff reporting from the headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau came.

"Brother Jun! The first batch of death harbingers is 568 people. The surveillance video has been sorted out. We will send it in ten times, is that okay?"

"can!"

Yan Jun said something decisively, and then slowly narrowed his eyes.

next moment.

Dozens of different surveillance images suddenly appeared on the big screen.

There are men and women in the picture, and all of them are nervous, with panic and fear on their faces.

In Yan Jun's eyes, a countdown to death appeared above almost everyone's head, some took a little longer, while others only had about half an hour left.

Such a picture naturally gave Yan Jun a headache.

However, he was slightly relieved that among the sixty surveillance videos, there were still a few people who did not trigger the omen of death.

There is a high probability that some accident happened, and then I frightened myself, thinking that I was being targeted by the god of death.

Actually nothing.

"The third row, the seventh, please call him and tell him that he didn't trigger the omen of death!"

"Okay, brother!"

"The fifth row, the fourth one, didn't trigger either!"

Yan Jun stared at the big screen intently, and continued: "The sixth row, the eighth, did not trigger!"

The staff on the other end of the phone quickly took notes and responded readily.

"Okay, Brother Jun, we will arrange for our colleagues to contact them as soon as possible."

"Look at the next batch!" Yan Jun sighed.

Immediately afterwards, sixty different surveillance videos were displayed on the big screen again.

This time, only two of them were scaring themselves.

Yan Jun went through it quickly, and after finding that there was nothing special, he checked the next round.

Soon, the 568 surveillance videos were all reviewed by Yan Jun.

Among them, 22 people did not trigger the omen of death. The reason why they called the Shenwei Bureau was because they encountered some troubles and frightened themselves.

And the remaining 546 people actually triggered the omen of death.

Yan Jun closed his eyes and, relying on his own memory, reviewed the death countdown on the heads of these 500 people again.

As a result, I was disappointed to find that the numbers above everyone's heads were different, and the smallest error was more than 30 seconds.

This means that among the more than 500 people, there is no mass disaster.

Not even on a small scale.

More than 500 people!
To say the least, it would consume a quarter of his family fortune!
Yan Jun was troubled in his heart.

But the problem was right in front of us, and there was no other way.

Now that my words have been released, I can only do my best to save them.

Without further ado, let's start with the shortest death countdown.

"Number 02216341, name?"

"Found it, it's Liu Zhihui."

The voice fell.

Yan Jun looked at the big screen in front of him, and immediately upgraded his surveillance eyes, seeing Liu Zhihui's death 10 minutes later.

next moment.

Yan Jun paused every word: "Tell this Liu Zhihui, even if the sky falls, don't go out today, just say I said it!"

"Well, good brother!"

"Next one, number 02547869!"

"Name, Zhou Tai."

Yan Jun looked at the real-time monitoring screen on the big screen, took a deep breath, and upgraded his surveillance eyes again.

Soon, he saw the picture of Zhou Tai's death. It turned out to be a heart attack, and there was no time to rescue him.

Yan Jun was silent for a moment, seeing that this person lived alone, he said to the staff over there: "Immediately arrange for colleagues from the Shenwei Bureau to take him to the nearest hospital."