sbdcsierra Chapter 143 A Desperate Disaster, Do What You Can!
Chapter 143 A Desperate Disaster, Do What You Can!
now.
Hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room and more than 30 high-level executives in Jiangcheng City at the headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau watched the scene on the Ruian Community Square through the drone's high-definition camera. They subconsciously widened their eyes and took a deep breath.
"Huh!! How many people are on this horse?!"
"It is estimated that there are tens of thousands of people. Could it be that all of these people have triggered the omen of death? This... is too scary, right?!!"
"It's probably true, otherwise Brother Jun wouldn't appear here."
"No wonder Brother Jun didn't have a smile on his face after he rescued more than 60 staff members in Safe Room No. 9. It turns out that he had already predicted an even bigger disaster!"
"A large-scale disaster of thousands of people, is Death already insane?"
"MD, so many people trigger the omen of death, I feel hopeless when I see it, can Brother Jun stand it?"
The dense barrage in the live broadcast room caused countless netizens to break out in cold sweat, and their hearts trembled unconsciously.
When the god of death comes to this world, when harvesting human life, it usually only targets individual individuals. There are also mass disasters, but the probability is very small, and the scale is relatively small. If they die, they will kill hundreds of people.
But right now...
Looking at the crowds in the square, hundreds of millions of netizens felt the same, and were almost suffocated by despair.
The headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau, the command center.
More than 30 high-level executives stared at the picture on the big screen, all their energy was drained, their faces were pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
The scale of the Ruian community disaster created by the god of death is not of an order of magnitude compared to the safe house on the 9th in the morning.
When Yan Jun rescued people in the morning, he was obviously unable to do what he wanted. It was a fluke that all 63 people could be rescued.
This is a scene that makes one's heart despair just by looking at it, Yan Jun can still...
well! Forget it, save as much as you can! Protecting everyone from death is a fool's errand!
Even if the ability is against the sky like Yan Jun, it is absolutely impossible!
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, their faces ashen.
It's not that they have no confidence in Yan Jun, but that the madness and power of Death is far beyond their cognition.
Before Yan Jun appeared, how could they have encountered such a level of disaster!
For a time, the huge command center was silent, and the sound of gasping for breath came one after another.
After a while.
Sun Ju raised his trembling hand, slowly took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his slightly wet eyes, and sighed softly, "I suggest telling Yan Jun to do what you can!"
The voice fell.
The high-level officials immediately understood what Sun Bureau meant.
Such a disaster, even if the gods come, there is no way.
And if Yan Jun forcibly protects so many people regardless of his own danger, he is likely to put himself in danger too.
In that case, it would be worth the loss.
Although the lives of thousands of people are greater than the sky, Yan Jun is a 'chosen son' like Yan Jun.
Which is more important, they can still distinguish clearly.
What's more, millions of people all over the world are harvested by the god of death every day, what can these thousands of people do?
As long as Yan Jun is alive, there is still hope for humanity.
If he dies, everything is over.
"agree!"
"agree!"
"I agree!"
All the seniors nodded.
After the consensus was reached, Bureau Sun took out his phone and dialed a number, "Captain Zhou, please tell Yan Jun four words and do what you can!"
...
The activity area of Ruian Community Square is very spacious.
But even so, with nearly 10,000 people standing here, it still seems a bit crowded.
These people are now overwhelmed by the fear of death, and panic is written on everyone's face.
However, when they saw Yan Jun, the "chosen son" walking slowly like a superhero who saved the world, a glimmer of hope for survival suddenly filled their hearts, and tears filled their eyes instantly.
After a while.
Yan Jun stood in front of these thousands of people, standing like a gun.
"Brother Jun!"
"Brother Jun!"
...
Some community residents standing in the front row couldn't help shouting out, tears welling up in their eyes.
But after shouting, they closed their mouths immediately.
The staff of the Shenwei Bureau explained that because there are many people, it is necessary to keep quiet.
They were worried that this would irritate Yan Jun and arouse his disgust.
So, more people just opened their mouths, resisted being silent, and looked at Yan Jun with extremely eager eyes.
Seeing this scene, Yan Jun felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say for a while.
After pondering for a while, Yan Jun glanced at it and found that there was no death countdown above the heads of a small half of the crowd in Wuyangyang, and immediately said, "Well, everyone line up first, leaving a distance of one meter in front and back."
The words fall.
Zhou Ke immediately led the staff of the Shenwei Bureau to act and maintained order on the scene.
These nearly 10,000 people naturally obeyed Yan Jun's words, and in just a few minutes, they were lined up neatly according to Yan Jun's request.
The audience was silent, and everyone was waiting for Yan Jun's next order.
next moment.
Yan Jun patrolled one by one like a general who inspected soldiers in ancient times.
Every time I saw a person who did not trigger the omen of death, I told him to stand on the other side of the square.
After nearly three hours, Yan Jun finally finished the screening.
The nearly 10,000 people were also divided into two waves.
After some statistics, detailed data was obtained.
The number of people who triggered the omen of death was 6315, and the number of people who did not trigger the omen of death was 3448.
6315!
Still a scary number.
Next, Yan Jun told those people who were not targeted by death to evacuate the Ruian community within two hours.
The time is very generous, enough for them to bring some precious items at home.
When these people learned that they had not triggered the omen of death, their nervous mood instantly relaxed, and they couldn't help crying with joy.
the other side.
After seeing such a scene, more than 6,000 people were naturally envious.
But they were targeted by the god of death, and there was no reason to speak.
Fortunately, with Yan Jun here, these people are not despairing.
soon.
Yan Jun came before more than 6,000 people.
Zhou Ke immediately sent a microphone.
"It's unfortunate that this happened to everyone."
Yan Jun's deep voice was transmitted to every corner of the square through amplifying equipment, and even netizens who watched the live broadcast through drones could hear it clearly.
"If everyone is willing to trust me, I will do my best to protect everyone present!"
"Okay, that's all I have to say."
The voice fell.
Yan Jun thought for a while and added, "If anyone has any questions, they can raise their hands to speak."