Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

"Really? Thank you so much! In this way, I will donate another 100 million yuan to the Shenwei Bureau of Jiangcheng City in my own name. You must not refuse!"

"Hey, Secretary Ma, how much have you swiped for gifts now? It's only 80 million? Well, you can arrange for someone to register a new account, and let's swipe that for Yan Jun together... Yes, swipe the treasure map, it will be on the company account. If you don't have enough cash, call me in time and I'll send you my personal bank account and password."

"Liu, drive my special car to the gate of the villa within three minutes!"

In the luxuriously decorated villa hall, Ning Zhiguo, the richest man in Jiangcheng City, was so excited that his eyes were about to burst into tears.

In order to save the life of his precious daughter, he was willing to give all his family property at all costs.

But he knows that in today's world where everyone is at risk, money is really limited.

You know, your daughter has triggered the omen of death now, like a ticking time bomb. Under such circumstances, who would want to be in the same room with her?

I thought things would take a lot of trouble, but I never expected it to be so smooth.

The senior officials of the Shenwei Bureau were willing to accommodate, and Yan Jun agreed very readily.

He also watched the live broadcast. Yan Jun didn't even know that the person arranged by the Shenwei Bureau was his daughter, Ning Zhiguo, so he agreed.

This shows that so many gifts that I swiped in the live broadcast room have nothing to do with this matter.

The more this is the case, the more at ease Ning Zhiguo feels!

High quality! Broad-minded!

Ning Zhiguo would be relieved to entrust his daughter to such a person for protection!

"Hurry up, wife!"

"coming!"

After a minute.

The woman took her daughter's arm and went downstairs.

Ning Xuesu was facing the sky, her long black hair was tied into a simple ball head, a light blue sportswear paired with a white trench coat had no sense of incongruity, and she was 1.7 meters tall and looked slim wearing a pair of flat shoes.

There was no metal ornaments on the whole body, but even so, it still couldn't hide the peerless elegance and temperament on her body.

"Let's go, Xiaoxue!"

Ning Zhiguo took his daughter's hand and prepared to go out.

The charming woman wept secretly, thinking that her precious daughter might be separated forever, she couldn't help crying.

"Okay! What does it look like crying?"

Ning Zhiguo complained, "Our baby girl is much stronger than you!"

Ning Xue walked over, her eyes were slightly moist, but she still resisted the urge to cry, and gently wiped her tears for her mother: "Okay Mom, didn't Dad already make arrangements for me? We were in the room just now. I also watched Yan Jun’s live broadcast. There are so many people who believe that he supports him, and I am half his fan now, so what are you worried about? Don’t worry, Xiaoxue will definitely be strong!”

"An extra minute of delay means an extra risk."

Ning Zhiguo's words really worked.

After the mother and daughter hugged, Ning Zhiguo took her daughter directly out of the gate of the villa.

The black bulletproof sedan drove smoothly on the road.

The two sat in the back row, and Ning Zhiguo looked a little sad for a while as he watched the city's dwindling pedestrians and vehicles.

"Dad, why did Yan Jun ask for a gun from the Shenwei Bureau?" Ning Xue suddenly asked, her bright eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Boys..."

Ning Zhiguo also agreed with the netizens: "More or less, he will be interested in guns. Yan Jun may just have been addicted to his hands. Dad is already old. Didn't he often go to clubs to shoot targets before?"

"But……"

Ning Xue tilted her head and said suspiciously: "I always feel that things are not that simple. Although I watched Yan Jun's live broadcast not long ago, I can feel from him that it is difficult for ordinary people to guess his thoughts."

"Oh? Really?"

Ning Zhiguo asked, "Have you guessed that Xiaoxue?"

"not yet."

"Then don't guess, anyway, you can be in the same room with him soon, and you can observe his every move closely at all times."

After Ning Zhiguo finished speaking, he suddenly felt that as Xiaoxue's father, it seemed a little awkward to say that.

But on second thought, if Yan Jun can protect his daughter...

...

in the room.

Zhou Ke looked very serious, and carefully opened the gun case on the table.

A brand new Colt revolver revealed its true capacity, 11mm caliber, 22cm body length, 1.2kg weight, and six rounds of ammunition capacity.

In the wooden box with the bullets next to it, a hundred rounds of yellow bullets were neatly stacked.

In an instant, Yan Jun's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to get started, he was stopped by Zhou Ke.

"Brother Yan, these are the guns and bullets you asked for, and our Shenwei Bureau has honored them."

Zhou Ke's face was stern, and his brows were deeply wrinkled: "But this gun must not leave my sight, and before you use it to target, I have to completely teach you how to use this pistol."

"No problem!" Yan Jun readily agreed.

It's no wonder that Zhou Ke and the people in the Shenwei Bureau are so nervous. After all, the world has undergone drastic changes, and the probability of guns going off is too high.

Next, Zhou Ke began to teach Yan Jun about firearms.

Combining theory with practice, Yan Jun quickly mastered it.

But Zhou Ke was always worried, and taught Yan Jun over and over again, without feeling like he was long-winded.

"Okay, Lao Zhou, I've been riding for ten minutes, I should try this gun too!"

"No, I'll teach you again, you should watch and study hard."

"Gan!"

The tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were happy.

"Haha, this old Zhou looks very resolute, but I didn't expect such ink marks. I'm afraid it wasn't Tang Seng in my last life!"

"Yes, Brother Jun is patient enough, but he still can't hold back his foul language."

"Isn't it just a gun, and it's not too complicated. I really think our brother is mentally retarded."

three minutes later.

Zhou Ke was finally relieved.

Yan Jun was holding a revolver, and Zhou Ke tightly covered the box of ammunition in his pocket. The two were about to open the door and go out to test the gun.

The door was suddenly opened.

Two middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes walked in with a smile.

Behind the two, stood a tall and tall girl in a white trench coat, who was radiant without makeup.

"Officer Sun? Why are you here?" Zhou Ke asked in surprise.

Yan Jun was stunned.

"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Ning Zhiguo, the richest man in our Jiangcheng City, and this is his daughter Ning Xue."

Ju Sun looked at Yan Jun and said with a smile, "Yan Jun, do you still remember what you promised? This girl Ningxue will be your roommate from now on. Let's get to know you two."

"Hello, my name is Ning Xue."

Ning Xue didn't falter at all, she stretched out her fair little hand generously.

"Hello."

Yan Jun shook hands with each other like a touch of water.

It's a lady!

And it looks so pretty!

Well done!

Should the Shenwei Bureau use a beauty trick on itself?

It's fine that it wasn't broadcast live, but there are seven high-definition cameras in this room!

Do I dare to move on a horse? Don't dare to move at all!