Rebirth of the big boss: Miss slaps her face online every day

Chapter 440 Out-of-Control Conspiracy 10 (Addition 3)

"Brother Yan, run away, have you looked at your phone? The emperor has a virus, and the plague is spreading. If you have a private jet, please leave quickly." The fans are really good for Ye Yan.

"What?" Ye Yan didn't understand.

The crew put away their mobile phones from afternoon to night, concentrating on filming, and didn't notice the headline trending news.

The director and the actors only picked up their phones at this moment, and they were all panicked.

At this moment, the fan who made Ye Yan run quickly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The director was so frightened that he quickly stood in front of Ye Yan.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Ye Yan's wrist and ran away.

The rest of the crew were stunned. When they saw the director running away like a rabbit, they all reacted and ran away.

The filming equipment all over the floor is also gone.

More and more people fell down on the set, the director saw a car and immediately pushed Ye Yan into the car, drove by himself, kicked the accelerator to drive the car away.

There are several crew members in front of them waving to the director, wanting to take a ride.

But in this case, human instincts are all selfish.

The director kicked the gas pedal directly, knocking a member of the crew into the air.

Ye Yan narrowed his eyes fiercely.

"What are you doing? Why don't you knock me into the air?"

"Brother Yan, we are brothers, I will definitely save you." The director raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"You are using me as a cash cow, brake!"

"Brother Yan, aren't you crazy? So many people are running, and many people are infected. Isn't it self-inflicted if we stop now?"

"All my brothers have returned to Nanyang. Only my sister and I are still in Xiaguo. I run away? What about my sister? I order you to brake."

"Well, since that's the case, life is more important than money tree than life." The director immediately pointed his gun at Ye Yan, "I'll count to three, if you are dishonest, put on your seat belt and sit obediently, I will collapse about you."

Ye Yan glanced at the gun disdainfully, "You are holding a prop gun."

"what?"

While the director was checking the gun, Ye Yan grabbed his wrist, took the gun and pointed it at the director.

"brake!"

"No..." The director hadn't finished saying "impossible" when the car hit a stone pier in front of him, the car flew up, landed on the ground and rolled several times.

Fragments of car parts fell to the ground, Ye Yan's hand passed through the broken car window, and fell to the ground, while the director's side, a stream of blood spread on the ground.

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A drop of water fell into the puddle, causing ripples.

Ye Yan's eyelids moved, and he opened them suddenly.

Total darkness.

He felt a little dizzy, and when he stretched out his hand, he realized that his head was touching the ground.

After a while, he remembered the car accident the director had encountered while driving.

He's head down now, no wonder he's dizzy.

Ye Yan quickly unfastened his seat belt and climbed out from the broken car window.

He rubbed the back of his head, walked to the driver's side, and saw the bleeding director.

He leaned over to test the director's breath, and he was out of breath, dead.

"Unjust is doomed to destruction!"

Ye Yan sent this sentence to the director, and sat on the curb beside the road.

It's been eerily quiet tonight.

Ye Yan shook his head, gradually remembering what happened before he fell into a coma.

infect?Virus?
Only then did Ye Yan realize that there was no one walking around here.

He hurried back and ran to the place where he was filming before.

The group performers who escaped before were lying on the ground in disorder.

Ye Yan leaned over and squatted next to a person, reached out and turned his shoulders over.

"what--"

He screamed, startled by the hideous appearance of this man.

(End of this chapter)