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

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When Zhou Ke heard what Yan Jun said, his mentality immediately collapsed.

You secretly cut the parachute and scared me half to death, but now you are complaining that I disturbed your view!

So bullying!
Brother Yan, I beg you to be human! !
But on second thought, no!
Yan Jun and himself are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope. In another minute, both of them will die, and no one can avoid it.

But why can he still remain so calm and enjoy the scenery leisurely?
correct!

Brother Yan's luck is against the sky, and he can be called the "chosen son of heaven". If he dares to do this, he must have a backhand.

Otherwise, who would use this insane way of skydiving to seek death?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ke suddenly had the hope of turning the corner, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath and asked urgently: "Brother Yan! Do you...do you have any cards?"

After Zhou Ke asked this sentence, the expressions of the hundreds of millions of viewers who were guarding the live broadcast room suddenly lifted, and subconsciously held their breath, expecting to hear from Yan Jun's mouth that the stone that would make him hang in his heart fell to the ground. s answer.

However, Yan Jun let them down.

"Hole card? What hole card?"

Yan Jun was puzzled.

Although he took the lucky capsule, he was sure that he would not die, but until now, he had never imagined how the two of them would survive.

But it is precisely this kind of unknown that makes the excitement in his heart appear more real and full.

"Brother Yan! Don't scare me, can you give me some clues?" Zhou Ke said aggrievedly, obviously not believing Yan Jun's 'pretending to be stupid'.

"Old Zhou..."

Yan Jun thought for a while, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have a suggestion here, do you want to listen?"

"Listen, listen!!" Zhou Ke nodded hastily.

"Have you brought your ID card?"

"Uh..." Zhou Ke looked confused: "Bring it."

"Well, I suggest you put your ID card in your mouth before landing." Yan Jun held back a smile and said solemnly.

Zhou Ke was even more confused: "Why?"

"Because of this, it will be easier for people to identify the corpse!"

When the words fell, Zhou Ke was taken aback for a moment, and then he was frightened out of his wits again as if struck by lightning.

A miserable howl with a crying voice crossed the sky.

It was obviously a very dangerous scene that made people feel desperate, but it made many viewers in the live broadcast room laugh unconsciously.

"Pfft... I'm sorry, it's not that I don't sympathize with Zhou Ke, it's just that I can't hold back anymore."

"Haha, I don't understand the joys and sorrows of people. I just think it's funny that Zhou Ke was teased by Brother Jun after he was slapped in the face."

"Brother Jun is too bamboo shoots, I beg you to be a human being!"

"In terms of courage, Brother Jun said that he is the second, and no one dares to be the first."

"I just can't figure it out. Brother Jun is below, and he will die first if he dies. Why doesn't Brother Jun know how to be afraid at all?"

……

Safe house, surveillance room.

A dozen senior executives heard Zhou Kena's terrified cries through the live broadcast, and they all shook their heads and smiled wryly, their faces dull.

Shame!

What a shame!
This kid Yan Jun is really hurtful enough, it's nothing more than taking Zhou Ke to death, and deliberately scaring him.

What is he trying to do by doing this?

Just to use your own life to inspire those who want to commit suicide?The price is too high!

Moreover, if the two fell to their deaths in vain, wouldn't that be counterproductive?

wrong!

Yan Jun dares to be so confident, he must have something to rely on!

For a moment, everyone squinted their eyes and stared at the live broadcast screen. While sweating for the two of them, they also fell into nervous thinking.

In what way will Yan Jun survive...

3500 meters!
3000 meters!
2500 meters!
Seeing that Yan Jun and Zhou Ke were getting closer to the ground in the picture, but the falling speed did not slow down at all. Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, everyone's heart twitched suddenly, and their tense bodies trembled unconsciously.

"The only possibility of survival!"

Suddenly a colleague said in a deep voice: "The parachute was not completely damaged. Most of the force of the fall was removed when the parachute was opened, and then the two fell into the water."

"This is the only possibility!"

Everyone nodded and prayed silently in their hearts.

At this moment.

In the live broadcast, Zhou Ke took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and opened the parachute decisively with a look of death on his face.

The sound of the wind blowing the cloth suddenly sounded!
Hundreds of millions of viewers suddenly widened their eyes and held their breath nervously.

Yan Jun and Zhou Ke's rapidly falling bodies paused for an instant, shaking in the air, and then accelerated their vertical fall again.

The parachute did open.

But as expected, most of the dozen or so ropes connecting the umbrella surface were cut off, leaving only two tied to Zhou Ke’s back, and the umbrella surface was also torn with seven or eight holes. The two continued to accelerate, and the hole was torn apart.

The original fan-shaped umbrella surface was tightly shrunk together at this moment, completely unable to act as a buffer.

The two fell to the ground again at a speed of more than 150KM per hour.

See this scene.

The only fantasy in the hearts of the dozen or so high-level executives in the monitoring room was also shattered. They closed their eyes in pain, cold sweat dripped down, and their bodies shook like chaff.

2000 meters!
Only 2000 meters left!
Now even Immortal Da Luo can't save Yan Jun and Zhou Ke.

Finished!

It's all over!

I thought that Yan Jun, the "chosen son" who turned out to be born out of nowhere, could become the ray of light in the hearts of millions of people, and save more innocent lives with his own luck and ability.

But now...

It's justifiable for heaven to do evil, but self-inflicted evil cannot live!

Even if Yan Jun's luck is against the sky and he is favored by the heavens, he can't stand him dying like this!

Alas, I'm still too young and too impulsive!

More than a dozen senior executives of the Shenwei Bureau felt infinitely regretful, only feeling that there was no light in the sky above their heads!

at the same time.

When the hundreds of millions of viewers in Yan Jun's live broadcast room saw such a scene, their hearts also twitched suddenly, and despair enveloped their bodies instantly.

All hope, all dashed!

The appearance of Brother Jun streaked across the night sky like a meteor, bringing light and hope to countless people in darkness.

But meteors are meteors after all, bright but short-lived, fleeting.

For a moment, numerous expressions of 'crying' filled the entire live broadcast room.

"I'm going to watch Brother Jun for the last time!"

"I also need to go!"

"I am coming too!"

A striking bullet screen reminded the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room.

In an instant, tens of millions of people in Jiangcheng City rushed out of the room, went to the street, or rushed to the rooftop, looking at the sky above their heads with tears in their eyes.