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

For a while, the atmosphere in the monitoring room was a little dignified, and everyone's mood was extremely low.

"Do you still remember the death crisis that Ning Xue encountered in the square before?" Someone asked suddenly.

Everyone nodded one after another, with doubts on their faces.

"I suddenly thought of a very hopeless possibility."

The colleague narrowed his eyes and said with a heavy face: "Ning Zhiguo's daughter, Ning Xue, was sent to the Shenwei Bureau for only one day, but in this short day, Ning Xue has already suffered two deaths. The crisis, fortunately, it was Yan Jun who shot twice, and finally turned the danger into safety."

"Yeah, what's the matter? Yan Jun's luck is against the sky, and his perception of danger is extremely keen. It's not surprising that he saved Ning Xue twice."

The man shook his head: "That's not the problem, have you noticed? For the first time in the square, Reaper manipulated a drone to cut Ning Xue's neck with a fan blade. This method was simple and rude, and Yan Jun shot him down on the spot. That’s all after the drone, but this time it’s obviously different!”

"You mean that the god of death killed a carbine just now, making Yan Jun very hard to guard against, and almost couldn't parry it?"

"That's right! The God of Reaper's first move was simple and rough, but this time he was insidious and vicious, and even used a trick! I have a very bad guess..."

"what?"

"Reaper is evolving!!"

After the words fell, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their heads buzzing from the shock of this bold guess.

Come to think of it, there are some possibilities.

"Or……"

The colleague took a deep breath and said word by word: "There is not only one God of Death!!"

Another guess like a bombshell was thrown out. After hearing this sentence, more than a dozen senior officials of the Shenwei Bureau present gasped, feeling cold all over their bodies, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end. .

Think carefully!It's really scary to think carefully!

"Whether it is any of the above possibilities, this is a devastating blow to us!"

Hearing this, another colleague wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, nodded and said: "Yes! If this is the case, even if someone escapes the god of death once or twice under the protection of Yan Jun, it will not help, it will only let the god of death The next shot is even more clever and extreme, making it impossible to guard against, until the target targeted by the god of death dies!"

"Could it be... that our entire human race is really going to be completely reduced to the fish under the chopping block of the god of death, until the moment of extinction?"

For a while, the monitoring room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of despair.

"Bureau Sun! I suggest that Jun Yan be sent immediately to the Divine Guard Bureau in the capital for protection. Let him take whoever he wants with him. We have to pin the hope of inheriting human civilization on Jun Yan! "

"I agree! It doesn't make much sense for Yan Jun to protect one or two people desperately now, but it's only a matter of time if he is caught by the god of death!"

"Sun Bureau, you have an idea. It's not too late to do this."

The gazes of more than a dozen colleagues were all focused on Bureau Sun.

Director Sun pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "That's it...Give up? Jun Yan just brought hope to countless people..."

"It's useless for us to be unwilling. Even if Yan Jun's luck is against the sky, he can only be alone. It is impossible to protect others all the time. When he is always negligent, death can fail countless times, and Yan Jun fails once. Just lose."

"Yes, Jun Yan is also a human being, he is not a god."

"Director Sun, why don't you ask the higher-ups for instructions first?"

More than a dozen colleagues reached an agreement, and they all wanted to send Yan Jun to the capital for protection, and shoulder the important task of inheriting human beings.

Director Sun pondered for a long time, and saw that Zhou Ke was bandaging the wound on Yan Jun's hand in the live broadcast, while Ning Xue was shedding tears, and kept telling Zhou Ke to be gentle.

"This matter... I think it's a bit too hasty?"

"Bureau Sun! Let's plan ahead!"

"Let me ask you a question, Mr. Yan... Does he seem like a person who suffers?"

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that this question was a bit strange, and they couldn't keep up with Bureau Sun's rhythm for a while.

But if you really want to say it, Yan Jun doesn't seem to be a disadvantaged person. You can see from his holding a revolver and playing Russian roulette with Death, Yan Jun's temper seems to be very irritable!

"Reaper shot Yan Jun three times. Yan Jun won the bet with Reaper and started the live broadcast, calling Reaper a clown in front of tens of millions of people!"

Bureau Sun said methodically and slowly: "Now, Ning Xue has encountered two death crises, and Jun Yan's hand was cut by glass. Do you think Jun Yan can swallow this breath?"

"What can I do if I can't swallow it? Do you still yell at the god of death like before to relieve your anger?"

"No!"

Bureau Sun shook his head, frowned, and said solemnly: "I have a hunch that Jun Yan might want to take revenge on God of Death!!"

"what?!!"

After hearing Bureau Sun's words, more than a dozen colleagues in the monitoring room were stunned, their faces full of disbelief.

Yan Jun, what will he use to avenge the god of death?

The god of death is very likely to exist in another dimension!

mystery!powerful!evil!

Can he see death?
Even if Yan Jun could see it, how could he take revenge on the god of death?Verbal attack?

Thinking about this kind of thing feels like a fantasy!

Everyone is naturally full of doubts and disbelief.

"You don't have to look at me like that, I'm just guessing."

Sun Bureau looked at Yan Jun in the picture, with a solemn look on his face that had never been seen before, and he sighed: "I hope Yan Jun can come to me as soon as possible!"

The meaning of this sentence is already obvious, that is to give Yan Jun a little more time, and hope that he can create a miracle.

Now that Director Sun has already made a decision, it is inconvenient for the colleagues present to say more.

hope so!
……

Ning's villa.

Ning Zhiguo and his wife were sitting on the bed in the bedroom.

Lin Qiuhua, who was wearing a purple sexy pajamas, was watching the live broadcast in front of him. He was wiping away tears at this moment, and his appearance of pear blossoms with rain seemed a bit charming.

At first she was frightened and cried, but crying and crying turned into tears of joy after a false alarm.

The scene that happened in the live broadcast just now was too dangerous. If Yan Jun's reaction was a second slower, I'm afraid that his precious daughter Xiaoxue would...

Even Ning Zhiguo's heart almost burst out of fright.

Fortunately! !

"Okay, wife, dry your tears."

Ning Zhiguo handed a tissue to the side, and comforted softly: "Actually, I have always thought that Jun Yan is a person who can do great things. If our Xiaoxue can stay by his side, you can rest assured!"

"I'm relieved?"

Lin Qiuhua immediately became unhappy, especially when he saw Xiaoxue blowing on Yan Jun's injured hand with a distressed face in the live broadcast, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart: "It was just a little bit worse, Just a little..."

"Okay, isn't this a near miss!"

Ning Zhiguo put his arms around his wife's shoulders: "You also saw what Yan Jun did just now. He grabbed the piece of glass with his hand and used his flesh and blood to protect our family Xiaoxue. You shouldn't return to Yan Jun! Have an opinion?"

"Where is it?"

After all, Lin Qiuhua is also a well-educated woman. Hearing what her husband said, she was naturally very grateful to Yan Jun. Looking at the handsome young man in the picture unconsciously, her beautiful eyes gradually glowed softly.