In Xijing City, many of the elders who participated in the overthrow of the Luofu royal family were already older.
Wang Jiangtao, who died previously, was nearly ninety years old. Chang Kongluo, Zhou Xin, Zhu Bufan, Li Qi and others were also close in age, and some were even older.
Seventy years of life are rare in ancient times, and there are not many such old people who are still healthy and strong until they are over ninety years old.
Zhang Xuezhou's surprise as he pursued the explosion only changed with a loud shout, and he quickly closed the electronic door of the indoor shooting range.
"What happened?" Zhang Manqian asked.
"Someone is crazy!" Zhang Xuezhou replied.
"Who's crazy?"
In the shooting range, Wang Li's face turned pale. He thought of some rumors and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the shooting rifle.
"Song Xianzhong, Professor Song's father!"
Zhang Xuezhou's quick response made Wang Li take a deep breath, and his eyes wandered around, constantly looking for a safe hiding place in the indoor shooting range.
"Find a place to hide, don't rush into the family affairs inside the Song family!"
After encountering Wang Jiangtao and being taught that he had no ability to fight back, Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to get involved with such a thing at all.
Without the unique genetic fighting skills possessed by advanced sequencers, the instinctive reaction of these people's bodies would be irresistible.
Either they have the fighting strength of the same class or the next class, or they have the ability to directly deter and suppress them like Ren Sheng, or they use hot weapon firepower to carry out covering strikes as Song Buer described.
No matter which one, this has nothing to do with Zhang Xuezhou and others.
He pointed in the direction of the storage locker room, and everyone immediately dropped the shooting training.
"Do they use thermal weapons to solve their internal problems?" Zhang Weimeng asked in a low voice.
"possible!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
"Then let's stay away. This Song family looks abnormal at first glance. With so many arms, it looks like they run a wholesale store," Song Fengying said in a low voice.
"That's what they do wholesale!"
The Song family controls several arsenals. In addition to receiving fixed dividends, the Song family can also obtain a lot of equipment for free for their own use.
The firearms used by Zhang Xuezhou and others for shooting originated from this.
As long as they have good relations with the Song family, many families can send their children for free training.
Zhang Xuezhou and others came here through this relationship.
Although the firearms they hold cannot be taken out of the shooting range, in this shooting range, their ammunition and firearms can be supplied almost uninterrupted.
"To prevent accidents, always keep a gun with you, but don't shoot easily," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"In case you run into trouble, this thing is for you when you are struggling to the death," Wang Li said.
"That's right." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "Any early shooting will inevitably encounter unpredictable retaliation. Until a certain point is reached, we must not shoot indiscriminately."
"I don't understand a bit?" Zhang Weimeng said.
"The people who have been imprisoned in Xihu for decades are about to be released. I want to kill anyone who dislikes or resists!"
"I understand when you say that!"
When Zhang Weimeng still had questions, Zhang Xuezhou casually took the serial Swordsman of Swordsman and gave an example, which made Zhang Weimeng understand immediately.
"If the crazy person is letting me do it, then what level am I equivalent to?" Zhang Weimeng asked.
"You are equivalent to the level of Lu Dayou and Laudno!"
"Wouldn't that mean he could be killed with just one slap?"
"almost!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded, Zhang Weimeng said no more.
In addition to Wang Li, who is a little difficult to understand, Zhang Manqian and Song Fengying, who have a certain amount of attention to martial arts, also understand the meaning very well.
Everyone looked for their lockers and squatted behind them, waiting for the storm to pass.
The indoor shooting range specially arranged for them suddenly fell into silence. Only the occasional gunshots outside the shooting range made a little sound.
"brother,
I received news that something went wrong with the Song family member in the end, please stay away! "
After hiding behind the locker for only a few minutes, Zhang Xuezhou's communicator had already made the sound of transmitting information, and Ren Wuyan's message also flashed across the screen.
"Let's turn off the communicator and visual device to avoid possible trouble caused by speaking out!"
Zhang Xuezhou raised the communicator hanging on his waist, waited until a message was sent, and then turned it off.
Ren Wuyang's message came very quickly, but they were in the Song family area. They wouldn't be able to get out for a while, and it would be impossible to hide away.
Zhang Xuezhou squinted his eyes slightly, carefully sensing any sound that was difficult to hear with normal ears.
Compared to the sound of firearms, the sound of a human being dying and falling to the ground, or the low gasping sound when dying is too weak.
For the sounds that were difficult for Zhang Weimeng and others to capture, through Zhang Xuezhou's mental acuity, many small sounds came into his ears.
The more he listened, the uglier Zhang Xuezhou's face became.
If Wang Jiangtao had a clear purpose and directly found the Ren family, the Song family was the powder keg that was detonated on the spot.
The sound of death coming from time to time proves the opponent's instinctive counterattack when encountering risks.
As a family that controls the military industry, many people in the Song family are not only sharpshooters, but everyone’s marksmanship is not weak.
But the occasional gunshots and sounds of death also prove that these people are dying.
This is true whether it is someone who steps forward to fight, someone who shoots with a firearm, or someone who strikes with a heavy weapon.
"Song Xianzhong may be too familiar with the environment and these firearms. He may even know each descendant member who is loading ammunition!"
A thought came to Zhang Xuezhou's mind.
Who threatens Song Xianzhong, who is willing to kill relatives out of justice, and who is prepared to kill him in advance, these contents are likely to be imprinted in the other party's mind.
After losing his mind, this sense of crisis may also have led Song Xianzhong to take the initiative to attack instead of passively escaping in place.
"Dad, are you in there?"
A voice came, followed by the sound of the electronic door being brushed open, and a vague feeling of hairiness.
Zhang Xuezhou immediately stood up and replied.
"Your dad is not here!"
"No matter what, go in and hide, there's a gun inside, and there's someone who can help!"
The sound of people gathering for peace came, Zhang Xuezhou frowned slightly, and Zhang Manqian also flashed a hint of disgust that made her body shiver.
The electronic door was opened, and a young woman and a familiar face suddenly came into view.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't know the woman, but he undoubtedly recognized Zuo Denggao, who looked somewhat similar to Zuo Teng. This was a face that Zhang Manqian would never forget.
As soon as the two entered the indoor shooting range, they ran towards the hot weapon rack in the firearms arsenal.
"Close the door first!"
Zhang Xuezhou drank, and he felt the feeling in his heart getting stronger and stronger.
Before he could go from behind the locker to close the electronic door, Zhang Xuezhou heard a gunshot.
This was an extremely crisp and quick kill. The person who was shot didn't even make a sound of breathing, and then there was the sound of falling to the ground.
Zhang Xuezhou could feel the very slight footsteps, just like his toes touching the ground when flying upside down. He only needed a short tap to move quickly.
Compared to rushing to the electronic door and closing it yourself, the other party will undoubtedly appear at the door earlier.
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Zuo Denggao and others, who were the only ones who could close the door in time, went to get their guns, but Zhang Xuezhou couldn't make it in time.
He could only make a booing gesture, and then waited for the other party's visit with a depressed look on his face.
Zhang Xuezhou hoped that the other party would leave after just one look.
Just as the voice in his heart counted to one, an old man in black clothes stained with blood appeared at the door of the electronic door.
