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

A black car stopped in the middle of the gate of the safe house.

With a pistol pinned to his waist, Feng Bin stepped forward with a vigilant expression, ready to ask.

At this time, a young man with an expressionless face came down from the passenger cab.

"What do you guys do? The safe house is a place where idlers are not allowed to stay!" Feng Bin asked in a deep voice, looking back and forth at this person.

"Brother, I triggered the omen of death and came to the safe house for protection."

A smile appeared on the young man's icy face, which looked a little like a half-hearted smile.

"You triggered the omen of death?"

Feng Bin took a step back subconsciously, his thick eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Well, I have contacted your safe house, why don't you check it out brother."

"What's your name?"

Feng Bin gradually relaxed his vigilance, removed his right hand from the holster around his waist, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

At this moment.

A sinister smile flashed across the corner of the young man's mouth, he raised his right hand like lightning, and aimed his black muzzle at Feng Bin's head.

"You!" Feng Bin turned pale with shock.

Tweet!
A pistol with a silencer installed, and the bullets burst out.

In an instant, Feng Bin's eyebrows twitched, his eyes widened, and he fell straight on his back.

Snapped!
The other three doors of the black car opened almost at the same time, and three men in uniform got out of the car, with stern faces and a murderous look all over their bodies.

The screen flashed...

Yan Jun couldn't help but widen his eyes. He glanced at the death countdown on Feng Bin's head.

what's the situation?
Didn't the god of death want to create a large-scale disaster and wipe out all the people around him?

Why was the first person to die turned out to be shot? !

Could it be that... this disaster was not created by the god of death, but man-made?
Who has the guts, and is so ruthless, to kill all the No. 9 people in the No. 69 safe house? !

terrorist?
Yan Jun's heart trembled, and his two sword eyebrows were deeply frowned.

If that's the case, it makes perfect sense that these people in the safe house didn't trigger the omen of death!

The watchful eye can see the death countdown on anyone's head, but they don't necessarily die from the revenge of the god of death, because they have fallen into a misunderstanding.

In an instant, Yan Jun suddenly realized, and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

"Jun...Brother Jun! What's the matter?" Seeing that the expression on Yan Jun's face was changing, Feng Bin's heart became uneasy, and he couldn't help asking in a trembling voice.

"Do not talk!"

When Yan Jun opened his mouth abruptly, Feng Bin was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Jun's face sank like water, and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

young people!Suppressed pistol!

He suddenly remembered the post he saw on the Internet early this morning - a mysterious man broke into the house of the omen of death late at night and shot and killed him.

next second.

He remembered the letter sent to himself by the 'lonely man'.

You should beware of other things besides death!

Could it be... With the advent of death, some crazy people or organizations appeared in this world? !
"System! Play Feng Bin's death scene again!"

The voice fell.

The scene of Feng Bin's death appeared in front of Yan Jun's eyes again.

On the second inspection, Yan Jun concentrated his attention, trying not to miss any details.

……

Snapped!
The moment the car doors opened at the same time and three men in different colored coats got out of the car, Yan Jun's eyelids twitched suddenly, capturing the details he wanted.

The moment the man in the cab got out of the car and turned around, his coat fluttered with the wind, revealing the black shirt inside and the bright red symbol on the chest of the shirt!
Big red cross! !

Taking a closer look, the four people in the car were all wearing black shirts of the same style.

Yan Jun slowly closed his eyes.

All the truth came out!
This disaster was not created by the god of death, but a certain frenzied organization hidden in Jiangcheng City, for some unknown reason, wanted to slaughter the No. 9 safe house.

Thinking of this, Yan Jun's heart instantly surged with overwhelming anger.

In the past two days, I have been dealing with death all the time, trying my best to protect those who have triggered the omen of death, in order to help the building that is about to collapse, and turn the tide from the collapse. It can be said that I am exhausted and exhausted.

After finally achieving some phased victories, the god of death became much more honest.

But at this moment, such a frenzied organization popped up...

next moment.

Yan Jun suddenly opened his eyes, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a murderous aura emanated from his whole body.

Everyone trembled and took a step back unconsciously.

"Sun Bureau!"

"What's the matter?" Sun Ju also felt that Yan Jun's mood had taken a 180-degree turn, and asked in surprise.

"How many weapons are there in Safe House No. 9?" Yan Jun's face was calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"arms?"

Director Sun's pupils shrank suddenly, a worried look appeared on his face, he collected himself, and said truthfully: "In addition to the pistols for each of the operatives, there are three automatic rifles in the vault, Mr. Yan, you... what do you want to do?" What?
"Get the rifle! Bring more magazines!"

Yan Jun said coldly, seeing the countdown to death beating above everyone's heads in less than 6 minutes, his eyes became colder and colder.

The voice fell.

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Yan Jun, take the rifle..."

Director Sun took a deep breath, his expression was a bit tangled, he wanted to ask the question in his heart, but he remembered what he had promised Yan Jun before, and immediately stuck the remaining half of the sentence in his throat, and immediately took it out of his pocket. Get out the key to the vault: "Captain He, go get the gun!"

"This……"

He Liang was naturally surprised and hesitant.

"Go!"

"It's Bureau Sun! You, and you, follow me to get the gun!"

He Liang called two team members to run directly to the safe.

Except for Yan Jun, everyone at the scene was astonished, but seeing Yan Jun's gloomy face at the moment, everyone was extremely nervous.

At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room has exceeded [-] million, and this number is still soaring.

When they saw that Jun Yan was about to take out all three rifles, countless people were shocked.

"What's the situation, this is, why do I feel a little panicked?"

"I was panicked and dazed when I stepped on the horse. What do you want a gun for? And it's a rifle with relatively strong firepower. Brother Jun is going to work again, right?"

"It doesn't look like it! I saw a murderous look from Brother Jun!"

"I know! Brother Jun will definitely use a rifle to destroy the god of death!"

"Are you an idiot upstairs? If the god of death could see and touch, he would have dispatched weapons of mass destruction a long time ago, and it's your turn to use a rifle to fight hard?"