No one dared to make a sound in the empty shooting range.
Even after getting the firearm, Zuo Denggao fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
Gunfire rang out and a moving target used for shooting was broken.
Feeling the old man in black step into the door, Zhang Xuezhou's heart lifted.
To be able to gain a firm foothold in Xijing City and have huge family resources, one of the conditions is to have participated in the overthrow of the Luofu royal family, and the other condition is to be in the sixth sequence.
Even if these people did not step into the Sixth Sequence decades ago and are still standing in Xijing City today, these people are at least masters of the Sixth Sequence.
It is difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to compare the body shape with the cultivation rules of another world, but he undoubtedly feels that facing these people is like facing Ba Snake, or facing the former Golden Toad Dharma King.
Even Song Xianzhong had lost his mind at the moment, and the rules of action did not include verbal communication.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that this abolished his greatest weapon.
There is no need to wait for him to talk to him, the other party should shoot him to see the King of Hell.
"It's been a bad year, am I short of luck or just bad luck?"
He stayed up early and stayed up late. When Zhang Xuezhou picked up the Eye of the Snake, he went to bed, but he didn't come to play early or late. He practiced at the Song family's shooting range for several days, and Song Xianzhong went crazy.
Zhang Xuezhou feels that his life has been rough, and it is difficult to find someone more unlucky than him.
"Should we study some Feng Shui luck theory in the future?"
“I don’t know when Teacher Hongku will die!”
Zhang Xuezhou had a small idea in mind.
He plans to learn the art of fixing people and acupoints with Zhang Manqian in reality, and he also plans to wait until Hong Ku's death to study it in the other world.
Suffering from Hong Ku's disease, but not Hong Ku's life, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would be finished sooner or later.
"There is also the star-fixing technique of senior brother. In addition to chasing down targets, it is also a technique for seeking good luck and avoiding disaster. There is no harm in learning from it, but I don't know whether these techniques can be adapted to reality!"
Feeling Song Xianzhong walking slowly on the shooting range, Zhang Xuezhou had other thoughts in his mind.
This is somewhat related to his entry into Chapter 5 of the Spiritual Strengthening Chapter. Being distracted does not delay Zhang Xuezhou from doing his business. This is also related to the direction Song Xianzhong is taking.
Zhang Xuezhou and others hid behind the lockers, while Zuo Denggao and others hid behind the thermal weapon rack.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't know whether Song Xianzhong wanted to change the firearm or load the ammunition, but the other party also walked towards the location of the hot weapon rack.
The thermal weapon rack is not an empty wooden shelf with a few guns, but a platform for holding weapons. Each firearm placed inside is sealed by an explosion-proof glass cabinet and requires a password and fingerprint to unlock.
"Highest level fingerprint program confirmation!"
The sound of the hot weapon rack's lock being opened was heard. Song Xianzhong casually dropped the A46 submachine rifle in his hand on the ground, and grabbed a smaller pistol into the palm of his hand.
Compared to Wang Jiangtao's conscious inquiry, Song Xianzhong had no words or expression at this time. He was like a machine lacking emotion. The other party simply changed the firearm.
"Bang!"
The sound of automatic replacement of moving targets came, and Song Xianzhong fired a shot.
The bullseye exploded instantly.
"He found us!"
Zuo Denggao's fearful voice sounded, followed by extremely violent machine gun fire.
"Song Sijia, hurry, hurry, he is holding a B33 pistol now, we can suppress fire!"
"You're going to kill me!"
Zuo Denggao shouted, and the woman's voice sounded frightened.
But then there was a heavier gunshot.
The only way for the weak to defeat the strong is to use firearms, or even use extremely powerful firepower to cover them.
Amidst the heavy blows, Zhang Xuezhou only heard a snapping sound from the alloy locker, and there were already a lot of bullet holes in the cabinet.
"Hit us this way, you bastard!"
Zhang Xuezhou was holding a rifle and wanted to shoot Zuo Denggao in the head.
But Song Xianzhong's rapid movement left Zhang Xuezhou without any thoughts.
The opponent was running in front, while Zuo Denggao and Song Sijia were chasing behind with machine gun fire.
It seems that only a small movement can cause a large-scale coherent attack, but Song Xianzhong's speed is just a bit faster than the nearly cross-fire coverage of the two.
"He's coming towards us!"
Song Xianzhong even kept approaching the two instigators while moving quickly.
Zuo Denggao shouted, his voice trembling.
He gritted his teeth and the machine gun he was holding was unstable.
With just a simple calculation, he could accurately predict that he would be approached by Song Xianzhong in a few seconds.
This also corresponds to the countdown to his death.
He had never been so close to death, and he could only think about it for a moment. Zuo Denggao had already thrown away the machine gun, and his body got out like a cheetah.
Half of the intensive strafing disappeared in an instant, and Song Sijia was immediately frightened when she turned her head.
But before she could curse Zuo Denggao, who was escaping alone, the machine gun in her hand had been heavily shot away.
"Grandpa, look at me, I am your granddaughter Song Sijia!"
The cold pistol was stamped on her forehead, and Song Sijia let out a sharp scream.
At the same time, there was also the sound of the electronic door being forcibly pushed and locked.
"You bastard, you locked this old guy in a shooting range, you are really bad to the core!"
When people face life and death, they will seize any possibility. Zuo Denggao's actions are excessive, but they are a normal reaction for a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist.
Thinking that the lower limit of his life and death was also very low, Zhang Xuezhou could only curse and tighten his grip on the rifle in his hand.
But the 'bang' gunshot he was waiting for did not sound. Instead, Song Sijia's voice came.
"Are you friends from the Ren family in the shooting range? My grandfather suffered a mental recession and went crazy. My Dragon Power Fighting Technique temporarily controlled him. Please help me!"
For many children of big families in Xijing City, Song Sijia's words are enough to explain everything.
When facing an old and crazy sequencer, killing is the most correct way to respond.
Song Sijia's help is simple.
Shot and killed Song Xianzhong.
Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts came to mind, and he saw Song Sijia's face flushed, her eyes staring at Song Xianzhong, who was dressed in black, and Song Xianzhong's pistol was pressed against Song Sijia's forehead and slowly fell.
"How can Longwei's fighting skills control the masters of the sixth sequence?"
Thoughts came to Zhang Xuezhou's mind, but he was not slow and quickly aimed the rifle at Song Xianzhong.
If Song Xianzhong is arrested, the other party will be a fixed target.
As a shooting target that Zhang Xuezhou switched to moving targets after practicing for an hour, Zhang Xuezhou's hit rate on fixed targets was 100%.
He swung the rifle, without any hesitation in his heart, and immediately pressed his finger on the trigger.
A chilling feeling came to Zhang Xuezhou's heart, and Zhang Xuezhou saw the dull Song Xianzhong looking at him in the distance with a sad face.
"What a wonderful granddaughter you are! Everyone wants to kill me!"
A low voice came out of Song Xianzhong's throat, which made Song Sijia's face turn pale instantly, and Zhang Xuezhou's heart also suddenly jumped.
Song Xianzhong was not so old that his mind had deteriorated and lost consciousness. The other party was still conscious at this time.
