I Am Bound to the Global Disaster Live Broadcast System

The smell of gun oil still lingers in Chen Yan's tiger's mouth, and the notice of unpaid surgery fees is bright red on the screen of his mobile phone. When the mechanical sound exploded in his head, he was soaking the Type 54 pistol parts in kerosene—— The world's first disaster anchor has been bound Novice mission: Survive until the last subway train arrives at the destination Current number of viewers: 1 The dark wind in the tunnel blew against his face with the smell of blood. Chen Yan squinted at carriage number 0404. This was an old train that should have been retired. I caught a glimpse of the live broadcast interface from the corner of my eye, and the only audience ID flashed with blood: Judge Brother, this carriage is so cold. The sickly sister's breath sprayed on the side of his neck, and Chen Yan's muscles tightened instantly - he didn't have a sister at all. His left hand clasped his sister's throat like lightning, but the touch was like a sticky tentacle. The pretender's head is twisted 180 degrees, and a mantis blade protrudes from the corner of the cracked mouth: if the awakened person is found, he will be eliminated first... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.