stonecrandall Chapter 231 Ready To Start The Live Broadcast!
Chapter 231 Ready To Start The Live Broadcast!
Save you or not, I said no!
After hearing Zhou Ke's inexplicable words, Huang Yongzhou and a dozen onlookers were immediately puzzled.
What's the meaning?
Since you can predict the exact time of someone else's death, isn't it easy to save people? Just like Yan Jun did before.
No matter how heinous this Huang Yongzhou was, he had to solve the life-and-death crisis he was about to face first.
As for crimes involving crimes, no one will have any objection.
"Zhou... Captain Zhou! Please help me!!"
Huang Yongzhou's face was pale, and he pleaded in a trembling voice: "It is better to save a life than to build a seventh-level Buddha. Besides, isn't it the responsibility of your Shenwei Bureau to save people?"
The voice fell.
Zhou Ke frowned subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Ha ha! Is this a begging attitude? He even kidnapped himself morally!
Don't say that he can't be the master, even if he has the magical ability like Brother Yan, he will not easily help Huang Yongzhou to solve the crisis.
After all, this old fox was so vicious that he could even do such a maddening thing as inciting others to commit suicide.
It can really be said to be dead!
At this moment.
Yan Jun's voice came through the earphones again.
"Old Zhou, adjust the recorder on your chest fifteen degrees to the right, and I'm going to start the live broadcast here."
Hearing this, Zhou Ke's heart skipped a beat.
Are you ready to expose yourself?
Thinking about it, Brother Yan must have weighed it again and again, and felt that the news that he was still alive at this moment had more advantages than disadvantages, so he made such a decision on the spot.
If that's the case, then it's up to you to cooperate fully.
Zhou Ke nodded slightly, adjusted the angle of the recorder calmly, and straightened his chest subconsciously, looking forward to it.
next moment.
He looked outside through the glass of the villa.
The early sun broke, and the sky and the earth were clear and bright. After the heavy rain last night, the flowers and trees in the yard were exceptionally clean, exuding vigorous vitality.
...
The headquarters of the Shenwei Bureau.
In the huge command center, more than 30 high-level executives and related staff raced against time to get busy.
"Don't tell me about conditions! I want you to do whatever it takes to ensure that the city's seven mainstream TV stations and news media will be on standby within one minute! Follow-up related reports are always at my command!!"
"Has the equipment been debugged? Can it be faster!!"
"Immediately strengthen the security force near the sports center!"
"What's going on with Zhou Ke? Has a colleague rushed over?"
"Already on the way!"
"Let them hurry up! Arrive at the scene as soon as possible and cooperate with Zhou Ke to deal with all possible emergencies."
"Report to Sun Bureau! The equipment has been debugged, the network signal is good, the picture quality is good, the communication quality is good, and the live broadcast can be started at any time, please instruct!"
"Stand by!"
"Yes!"
After the preparations were completed, more than 30 high-level executives headed by Sun Bureau all looked at the big screen.
The picture on the big screen is split into two.
On one side is the surveillance wide-angle stereo surround surveillance video of the sports center. It can be clearly seen that Yan Jun is standing in the stadium at the moment, his elegant and handsome face is full of seriousness, and his tall body is standing upright, as strong as a gun.
On the other side, there is the real-time picture of the first view on Zhou Ke's recorder, and you can also see every move of the Huang Yongzhou family.
The high-level officials nodded, wiped the sweat on their foreheads, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The idea of re-opening the live broadcast was proposed by Yan Jun temporarily. They had no preparations before, and there must be some negligence in the haste, but it is not bad to be able to use the strength of Jiangcheng Shenwei Bureau to achieve this point.
Bureau Sun took a deep breath and said to the communication device: "Yan Jun, we are ready here, do you want to start the live broadcast?"
"Open!" Yan Jun said decisively.
The voice fell.
Several network technicians in the command center immediately connected the two real-time monitoring images on the big screen to Yan Jun's live broadcast room.
...
Early in the morning, half past six.
At this point in time, most people are asleep.
Because of the advent of death, schools and enterprises have entered into an indefinite suspension of classes and work, so many student parties and office workers have gradually developed the habit of sleeping in.
This is also impossible.
If normal life and social order can be restored, who wouldn't want to go out for some more fresh air?
In the final analysis, all this is caused by the god of death.
And, since Death usually reaps human life during the day, people prefer night.
Whenever the sun rises, the restlessness and fear in all people will be multiplied many times.
Over time, many people develop the habit of lethargy, trying to avoid death by deceiving themselves.
Even with little success, many people continue to do so.
even so.
There are still hundreds of thousands of online netizens in Yan Jun's live broadcast room.
Since Yan Jun was 'hit to death' by thunder last night, the live broadcast room has been in a black screen state, and there is no real-time live broadcast content.
However, one night down.
In addition to those barrages mourning Yan Jun, the gifts have never been cut off.
Yan Jun is dead.
These netizens from all over the world can only use this way to cherish the memory of this "chosen son" who has done many amazing things.
Among the hundreds of thousands of people, more than half of them made an agreement with each other to guard Yan Jun for twelve hours in the live broadcast room.
Because in their minds, what Yan Jun did was totally worth it.
now.
Netizens scattered all over the country, after a very painful night, their eyes were astringent and swollen, and their throats were dry and hoarse because they cried too hard.
Everyone's mental state is exhausted and haggard to the extreme.
But even so, they still fulfilled their promises and silently waited in Yan Jun's live broadcast room.
When thirsty, drink water, and when hungry, just find something to eat.
When I was sleepy and tired, I looked for some videos of Yan Jun's previous live broadcasts and tried to cheer up.
Many people found that after dawn, they couldn't help sighing, their faces were sad, and their minds were heavy.
A new day begins.
Death is about to start a new round of harvesting!
Brother Jun is dead, and there is probably no one in this world who can stop the death god's slaughter.
Chosen Son!
The chosen son who is truly blessed by the goddess of luck!
Pity!
In the end, he was defeated by the god of death.
Thinking of the scene where Yan Jun was struck to death by lightning last night, the hundreds of thousands of fans who were waiting in the live broadcast room felt unbearable pain.