Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Watching live target shooting is actually very boring for many people who have already touched guns or are not interested in guns.

But at this moment, Yan Jun's popularity in the live broadcast room has not diminished at all, and there are still more than 50 million viewers watching the live broadcast online.

Because what they are interested in is Yan Jun!

No matter what Yan Jun does, they support it unreasonably and it's over.

"Pfft! Brother Jun, what are you doing? All the bullets missed the target. Can we aim and shoot?"

"The other keyboard warriors upstairs, it's actually very difficult to target with a pistol. It's not bad that Brother Jun can hit like this for the first time."

"That's right, sharpshooters are all fed with bullets. Brother Renjun has just been addicted to his hands."

"It's so boring to watch live target shooting. Can Brother Jun be able to do other work? Besides, it's a bit inappropriate to spend so much resources of the Shenwei Bureau just to shoot a few shots to have fun?"

"Uh, although I support Brother Jun unconditionally, what the brothers upstairs said also makes sense."

"Agreed! Brother Jun, let's fire the gun, let's go back to the safe house and form a CP with Miss."

...

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

On the big screen of the studio came the sound of the cavalry popping.

In the picture, Yan Jun is standing in the center of the square, shooting targets happily, and there is no sign of stopping.

The host Xiao Ou, who is hosting the show "Death Observation Room", is speechless to the extreme.

Guns, are they really that fun?

Yan Jun, aren't your fingers sore?

Although the audience watching this show did not lose much, she really couldn't stand the endless noise.

Boring is boring, but as the host, she still has to maintain some program effects.

After the six bullets were fired, Xiao Ou showed a professional smirk, nodded and praised: "Haha, finally two bullets hit the target."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Professor Liu Siming, who knew that Professor Liu frowned, staring at the big screen all the time, without any intention of interacting with her.

"Uh, Professor Liu also thinks Yan Jun's target shooting is boring and meaningless?"

Professor Liu shook his head with a worried look on his face, and said very seriously: "Yan Jun suddenly played with a pistol, this is not a sign that everyone should be happy."

After speaking, Professor Liu sighed slightly.

The host Xiaoou and the audience immediately felt a little nervous.

"Oh? Professor Liu, what do you see?"

Professor Liu took a sip of water, but his frowning brows did not relax, his eyes narrowed slowly, and he analyzed in an orderly manner: "First of all, it's not wrong for Yan Jun to want to play with guns. Boys, after all, they like guns. Yes. But did you notice, Yan Jun had a lot of fun with guns, almost to the point of obsession."

"Is this...is there a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem!"

Professor Liu Siming nodded: "Imagine, a person who has escaped death three times, how can he focus on having fun? There have been people who have triggered the omen of death before, and in order to fulfill their dying wishes, they blindly eat, drink, and enjoy themselves. , that's because they knew they couldn't escape their ultimate fate, so they were relieved."

"But Yan Jun is different! He has great luck, and he has a great hope of surviving the three-day countdown to death, but why spend his time on such meaningless things? Time just passes by. Until half a day! Unless..."

Speaking of which, Professor Liu's face was a little disappointed.

"Unless Yan Jun treats every minute he has left as the end of his life, so he's having so much fun so that he doesn't have any regrets before he dies?"

The host Xiaoou's tone was also mixed with a little disappointment and helplessness: "Is that so, Professor Liu?"

Professor Liu closed his eyes and nodded in pain.

In an instant, the audience watching the live broadcast was frying.

"Damn it! No way? I'm still looking forward to the fact that Brother Jun can fight the god of death to the end!"

"Really? Brother Jun just played with guns for a while. Can this old man analyze the psychological state of others?"

"What do you think, Professor Liu Siming's level is still very high, a well-known domestic psychology expert."

"Hasn't Professor Liu been slapped in the face by our brother before?"

"That time was just an accident. Professor Liu can't always go back and make mistakes. I think Professor Liu's analysis makes some sense."

"So, Brother Jun doesn't want to fight the god of death anymore? I just gave hope to countless people, but I gave up now. Brother Jun, you must hold on!"

Professor Liu's well-founded psychological analysis instantly made countless viewers who supported Yan Jun panic.

Yan Jun's previous actions can be said to be the embodiment of courage and justice, and he also has great luck, fully worthy of the words "national hero".

But right now...it's a bit disappointing.

Just when countless people posted a bullet screen, asking Zhou Ke to stop Yan Jun's boring behavior of targeting.

Mutation!

In the center of the square, Yan Jun held a revolver, loaded all six bullets, and took all the ten or so bullets left in Zhou Ke's hand.

"No more bullets, go back to the safe house!"

Zhou Ke said extremely impatiently, and he didn't know what this kid's fingers did. After playing for so long, he didn't feel tired at all.

"it is good!"

Yan Jun glanced at Zhou Ke, a sneer appeared on his face like before the conspiracy succeeded, suddenly raised his gun to the sky, and pulled the trigger decisively.

boom! !

A loud bang exploded from the top of Yan Jun's head.

In an instant, Zhou Ke was dumbfounded.

"Yan... Brother Yan, what do you want to do? You must not mess around!!"

Zhou Ke slowly approached Yan Jun, sweating all over his body, and his tone was almost pleading: "Brother Yan, listen to me, guns don't play like this, it's very dangerous to shoot like this!"

Yan Jun stepped back calmly, lowered the muzzle at the same time, pointed at Zhou Ke's feet, and said slowly: "Old Zhou, don't worry, I have my senses, what you have to do now is to step back to the sidelines, don't worry about it. Don't try to grab the gun, it will be more dangerous!"

"Good! Good! Good! Brother Yan, don't be impulsive, you must be calm, I believe in you."

Zhou Ke was helpless and had to step back step by step.

boom!

Yan Jun faced the sky and shot again.

Yan Jun's sudden action was beyond everyone's expectations, and the senior officials of the Shenwei Bureau and tens of millions of netizens in the monitoring room were not calm.

"I knew it! I knew it when I stepped on a horse!! This kid is really not a peace-of-mind master, and he is really a demon! Zhou Ke! Why are you backing up? Why don't you go up and take off his gun? I I can't believe he dared to shoot you!"

"Don't! Don't! The gun is in Yan Jun's hands now. We don't know what the madness of this kid is. Any action may anger him. Don't take this risk!!"

"That's right! I'll never be able to keep up with this kid's brain circuit. Who knows what's in his mind?"

"Be quiet! Everyone calm down and see what Yan Jun wants to do first."