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

"Brother Jun..."

Xu Feng also stepped forward, looking at Yan Jun, these two words came out of his throat, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, as if he looked terrified and frightened.

He was still young and didn't want to die yet, but he triggered the omen of death.The three-day death curse could not be broken by his own strength, the only hope right now was Yan Jun!
Yan Jun nodded to Xu Feng, gave him a reassuring look, then turned to look at Zhou Ke, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Old Zhou..."

"Brother Yan, I know this has made things difficult for you."

Seeing that Yan Jun's expression was not good, Zhou Ke thought it was embarrassing for him to bring two people to ask for help, and immediately turned pale: "If you are also powerless, then forget it."

"Old Zhou, let me ask you something."

"what?"

"You... Did you also trigger the omen of death?" Yan Jun was silent for a while.

"I?"

Zhou Ke was stunned for a moment, then recalled all his experiences from getting up to the present this morning, and after confirming that he did not encounter any weird things, he shook his head: "No! Brother Yan, why do you say that?"

Yan Jun glanced at the numbers above Zhou Ke's head, and his voice was weak: "Think about it carefully."

The voice fell.

Zhou Ke, together with other people in the room, instantly changed their colors.

Yan Jun!The Chosen One with great luck has an extremely keen sense of death. Since he said so, he will definitely not be aimless.

After a day of understanding, they knew that Yan Jun would not just talk about it.

"Brother Yan, it's already this time, please don't make fun of me."

Zhou Ke nervously recalled it again, but still didn't feel that anything was wrong, he spread his hands helplessly, with a wry smile on his face: "There really isn't one!"

"Think again."

"Brother Yan..."

There was cold sweat on Zhou Ke's forehead, and his voice trembled slightly: "Did you have a premonition? If you know something, you can just say it, I... can stand it!"

"Old Zhou, you have indeed triggered the omen of death!"

Yan Jun's tone was unusually firm, and instantly made everyone's eyes widen, revealing a look of shock on their faces.

Zhou Ke also triggered the omen of death? !
But even he himself didn't know, how did Yan Jun know?

"No way?!"

Zhou Ke groped all over his body, took out car keys, mobile phones and other things from his pocket, and frowned: "I returned to my office after delivering breakfast to you this morning, and I was eating buns to grab your live broadcast. As for the red envelopes in the room, Dr. Chen and Xiao Xu broke into my office... nothing unusual... By the way, I didn't seem to pay attention to whether I got the red envelopes or not."

With that said, Zhou Ke picked up the phone and opened the fingerprint lock.

Everyone's eyes were also attracted.

Snapped!
The moment the fingerprint lock was opened, the four people in the room, including Yan Jun, saw Zhou Ke's eyes wide open, and a look of horror appeared on his stern face.

"Old Zhou, what's the matter?"

Yan Jun leaned over curiously, and after taking a look, he was taken aback for a moment, and then sighed heavily.

Sure enough, the watchful eye can't go wrong.

Zhou Ke did trigger the omen of death!
It's just that he didn't see this 'omen' before.

Zhou Ke held the phone, his hands trembling unknowingly.

What was displayed on the screen was the red envelope interface. Ning Zhiguo had indeed snatched the [-] million red envelopes sent in the live broadcast room.

However, the amount is a spine-chilling figure.

.

748!

Negative 748 yuan!Zhou Ke snatched a red envelope. Not only did he not get a penny, but he also posted more than 700 yuan!
Anyone who sees such a scene will feel weird.

What's even more tingling is that the homonym of this amount...

go to hell! !

pat!

The phone fell to the ground, and Zhou Ke closed his eyes with a sad look on his face.

When Xu Feng picked up the phone, Dr. Chen and Ning Xue subconsciously covered their mouths and exclaimed when they saw the strange numbers on the interface of the red envelope.

At this point, things are finally settled.

Zhou Ke, Chen Jie, Xu Feng, the three staff members of the Safe House No. 9 of the Shenwei Bureau all triggered the omen of death.

At the same time, there was an uproar in Yan Jun's live broadcast room.

"Damn it! What the hell is on the phone? It's all acting so scary. Is there any sharp-eyed brother?"

"I seem to see that the amount of the red envelope is a negative number. 748? Yes! That's .748!"

"What the hell is going on? No matter how unlucky you are in grabbing a red envelope, it won't be a negative number, right?"

"A harbinger of death! It must be the work of the god of death in the dark. No matter how outrageous things happen, it is not surprising."

"This god of death is too useless! Not only does he want his life, but he also wants his money!"

"Captain Zhou is quite a good guy, hey!"

"In other words, there are now three staff members of the Shenwei Bureau who triggered the omen of death almost at the same time? This seems a bit sinister!"

"Well, it seems that the god of death is specifically eyeing the Shenwei Bureau!"

"This shit... Brother Jun, come on!"

……

Safehouse No. 9, monitoring room.

More than a dozen senior executives of the Shenwei Bureau, including Director Sun, were all present.

After hearing Xiaoqing's report, they couldn't believe it for the first time, and they came to the monitoring room one after another, staring nervously at what happened in Yan Jun's room.

Originally, I hoped that Jun Yan would lend a helping hand within his ability to protect Dr. Chen and Xu Feng.

But never imagined...

Zhou Ke even triggered the omen of death!

The moment the news was confirmed, everyone's heads buzzed, an extremely bad thought hovered in their minds, and they felt that the belief they had always held in their hearts was about to collapse.

The Shenwei Bureau is a department established to save mankind. If accidents happen to them, then...

boom!
A colleague slapped the table suddenly, and said in surprise and anger: "Didn't the god of death shoot randomly? Why is it all focused on our Shenwei Bureau now? Is there a way for people to survive? ! "

"This thing is indeed weird!"

Another colleague's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water: "If the god of death is only targeting individuals, he wouldn't be targeting three people from the Shenwei Bureau at the same time, and the time is so close. Could it be that... the god of death wants to create a group Sexual disaster?!"

After the words fell, everyone shuddered subconsciously, and their hearts almost burst out of their throats.

"Improbable, isn't it? Safehouse No. 9 has over a hundred staff members, and some of them have been distributed outside for a long time. What kind of disaster can kill us all in one pot?"

"I'm curious about one thing. Zhou Ke didn't know that he had triggered the omen of death before turning on the phone. How did Yan Jun know?"

A colleague frowned: "Could it be that he really has a super predictive ability?"

After the words fell, everyone immediately fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Bureau Sun, who had been cold-faced from the beginning to the end, said, "We don't need to discuss the matter of Jun Yan, and the higher-ups have promised him that no matter what he does, we don't need to ask, we just need to cooperate. The question now is whether Yan Jun has the ability to protect our three staff members!"