In Xijing City, many of the elders who participated in overthrowing the Luofu royal family are already older.
Wang Jiangtao, who died previously, was nearly ninety years old, Changkongluo, 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 still have a healthy and strong body in their nineties.
Zhang Xuezhou's expression of surprise as he pursued the explosion 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 advancing to higher levels, the sequencers possess unique genetic fighting skills, and the instinctive reactions of these people's bodies will be irresistible.
Either they have the fighting strength of the same class or the next class, or they have the ability to directly intimidate 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 their shooting training matters.
"Do they use hot weapons to solve their internal affairs?" 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 use 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.
"Ren Woxing, who has been imprisoned in Xihu for decades, is 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 cited the serial Swordsman of Swordsman as an example, which immediately made Zhang Weimeng understand.
"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 a slap?"
"almost!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded, Zhang Weimeng said no more.
Except that Wang Li is a little difficult to understand, Zhang Manqian and Song Fengying, who have paid a lot of attention to martial arts novels, also understand the meaning very well.
Everyone looked for their lockers and squatted behind the lockers, waiting for the storm to pass.
The indoor shooting range specially arranged for them suddenly fell into silence, with only the occasional gunshot coming from outside the shooting range making a little sound.
"Brother, I received news that something went wrong with the Song family member in the end. You 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 making noises!"
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 far away.
Zhang Xuezhou squinted his eyes slightly, carefully sensing any sound that was difficult to hear with normal ears.
Compared with the sound of firearms, the sound of a human being 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 to the sound, 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 sounds of death coming from time to time prove the opponent's instinctive counterattack when faced with 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 member of the descendants who loads ammunition!"
A thought came to Zhang Xuezhou's mind.
Who threatens Song Xianzhong, who is willing to kill relatives out of justice, and who has made preparations 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 feel cold.
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 gun room.
"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 gasping, 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 he was 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 was unable to make it in time.
He could only make a hissing gesture, and then waited for the other party to come to the door 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.