It is difficult for the younger generation to give an accurate answer to what kind of mentality a top player will have after entering his twilight years.
The world is developing, and human life span is also increasing.
For those at the top, this growth is even more pronounced.
When Song Xianzhong was nearly ninety years old, he still had an extremely strong body. The opponent could pick up a submachine gun and shoot at him easily, and the opponent could react quickly enough.
For these people, the only drawback at the moment is the mismatch between mind and body.
The older humans get, the more their consciousness tends to the chaos of youth.
In this case, the pursuit of safe survival becomes instinctive.
Infants and young children are weak, and at most they cry and fuss, or bite randomly with their new teeth, while a sixth-sequence person who falls into chaos will cut off any threats they may face.
No one knows what Song Xianzhong is thinking, but Song Xianzhong’s descendants are obviously on guard against the chaos-laden attack by this sequence master.
Maybe someone made a misjudgment, or Song Xianzhong found it difficult to bear the torture, or maybe there were other reasons.
These reactions produced various chain reactions.
Even if Song Xianzhong was still sane at this time, the other party was regarded as a person with mental chaos.
If you don't want to die, then someone else will have to die.
This is true even if these people are related to him by blood.
Grabbing Song Sijia's neck with his left hand, Song Xianzhong looked at Song Sijia's face for several seconds.
When a gunshot rang out, his body swayed slightly, and the pistol he held also fired back.
"Bang!"
"Qiang!"
The gunfire that rang out almost simultaneously echoed in the shooting range.
Zhang Xuezhou's hand went numb as the bullet directly shattered the sight of the rifle and flew into the alloy locker behind him.
If he needed to rely on his eyes to shoot from the sight, Song Xianzhong's shot would be a headshot.
"Don't move, his shooting level is very high and he can directly position and counterattack at the moment of shooting!"
When Zhang Manqian was about to shoot, Zhang Xuezhou spoke quickly.
Slight sweat broke out on his forehead, and Zhang Xuezhou felt numb in his heart.
Accurate shooting is the first level, dodging well is the second level, and being able to grasp the opponent's position while dodging to accurately counterattack is the third level of marksmanship.
Zhang Xuezhou relied on his magical power to lock and shoot in a way that was different from ordinary people, and he was able to dodge Song Xianzhong's shot.
After the sight was penetrated, his head was not shot. Zhang Xuezhou could still shoot without the sight, which did not have too many bad effects.
But it’s hard to say what happened to Zhang Manqian and others when they encountered counterattack.
Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, stretched out his hand to reach for his rifle and fired another shot. As expected, a counterattack gunshot sounded, and Zhang Xuezhou saw that the bullet directly penetrated the normal shooting direction.
"What a great blind shooting ability. Where do you think my next shot will be?"
Zhang Xuezhou's two shots failed to hit Song Xianzhong, and Song Xianzhong's two shots failed to kill Zhang Xuezhou.
He looked at Song Sijia, who was grabbing her throat and rolling her eyes. With her lips raised slightly, he threw his once favorite granddaughter out, and the counterattack was fired again.
The sound of bullets hitting metal was heard. Song Xianzhong's body flashed, and his right hand had already touched the machine gun Zuo Denggao had used for strafing.
"Armor-piercing bullets can't kill you, do you think a machine gun can?"
When Song Xianzhong responded with psychological oppression, he only heard the crisp sound of the trigger on the machine gun.
His finger that was about to touch the trigger suddenly shrank back.
The heavy machine gun has the ability to fire, but it is obviously difficult for him to dodge quickly while holding a heavy machine gun.
His opponent is undoubtedly a top shooting master.
Without showing up or aiming, the opponent's blind shot with the gun can hit him exactly where he is.
To hit a firearm component like a trigger, the opponent's shooting level is only better than his.
"Song Ziwen has been killed by me. Song Buer cannot shoot at this level. The other families in Xijing City are not as good at shooting as the Song family. Who are you?"
When Song Xianzhong asked in a deep voice, he was greeted by another shot.
When faced with this shot, Song Xianzhong did not have any warning signs in his mind.
This time the shot was not aimed at the head, chest, abdomen, etc. The opponent seemed to have missed.
But when he felt a burning pain on his toes, Song Xianzhong quickly raised his leg.
A hole was penetrated in his tactical boots, and metal bullet casings mixed with flesh, blood and bones were faintly visible in the hole.
"Hit hands and feet, you are Song Buer, no, Song Buer has gone crazy, he used his clothes to wipe the blood stains outside, you are not Song Buer, you..."
Song Xianzhong was familiar with every descendant of the Song family and even knew the characteristics of each person.
It is Song Buer's habit to like to beat his hands and feet, and it has even become an almost instinctive thing.
This gun has the style of Song Bul, but Song Bul does not have the ability to blindly shoot a gun at will.
Holding back the pain and leaping again, Song Xianzhong's body had already hid under the hot weapons rack containing firearms.
At the moment he jumped, Song Xianzhong also heard gunshots.
But this time, he retracted his hands and feet in advance and did not encounter such a shooting that only hit his limbs again.
"What a great dodge ability. Where do you think my next shot will be?"
When the same question came out, Song Xianzhong couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Your voice seems to be very young, and your serial strength should not be strong. What if I come to kill you by force?" Song Xianzhong replied.
"Then guess who I am, and can you kill me by force?"
Zhang Xuezhou lowered his voice, making his voice sound deeper.
He regretted not learning the ventriloquist from the Buddha.
False magic does have unique uses in some situations.
If the voices of Chang Kong Luo, Zhu Bufan and others could be imitated, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it would have some effect.
"Clumsy pretense!"
Song Xianzhong spoke in a low voice.
Compared with his experience in the shooting field, his opponent's blind shooting ability is first-rate, but there is obviously a lack of experience.
The other party originally wanted to use psychological suppression, but his voice betrayed his true strength.
For today's young generation, few people have entered the fifth sequence, let alone the sixth sequence.
It's hard to distinguish between the two in terms of their skill with firearms, but their serial strength must be vastly different.
The pistol was inserted into his waist, the tactical boots were taken off, and Song Xianzhong's feet were on the ground. When he bowed, he was like a bow. When he jumped lightly, his body was already attached to the steel frame structure above the shooting range.
The condescending gaze also allowed him to see several people behind the lockers.
The gunfire rang out again, and his body had emerged like a civet cat.
"He's coming, shoot!"
The matter was far from reaching the point where Zhang Xuezhou wanted to rely on shooting to delay time and use the sound of gunshots to attract the attention of the senior management of the Sequence Committee for rescue.
The plan in his mind had just been implemented, but during the short period of contact, the voice belonged to a young man, which triggered Song Xianzhong's rape.
With one shot fired from his raised hand, Zhang Xuezhou saw Song Xianzhong's body jump and he had jumped nearly five meters away from the steel frame roof area.
If he wasn't afraid of his shooting ability, the opponent would definitely jump to him as quickly as possible.
Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel horrified.
He fired continuously with the rifle in his hand, and Zhang Manqian assisted in shooting in many directions of the steel frame structure above. Wang Li, on the other hand, bit the bullet and fired randomly.
"No matter where he is, just shoot him with a gun!"
Wang Li held the gun and shouted wildly.
"They can only protect against cross-fire, but they can't protect against stray bullets and random attacks!"
Wang Li thought he was crazy when he shot a sixth-order master with a submachine gun.
But Song Xianzhong even beat his own son Song Ziwen to death. Wang Li felt that if he didn't go crazy, he would have no chance of going crazy.