This is almost the nemesis of Song Xianzhong's current state.
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's finger touching the trigger, Song Xianzhong quickly rolled over with instinct like a beast.
"He's not dead!"
Song Xianzhong was almost incredulous that an armor-piercing bullet did not kill the opponent.
He looked at the blood stains on Zhang Xuezhou's chest and found it hard to imagine how the opponent was still able to use intimidating fighting skills after being shot and bleeding, and was even flying upside down at a rapid speed.
"Walk!"
After flying upside down for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou had already reunited with everyone.
He glanced at Song Xianzhong in pain, not daring to have any instability in the rifle he held in his hand.
When urging everyone to leave, the noose on his body was quickly cut off by Song Fengying.
"Don't run outside. My grandfather has set up rocket launchers and explosives in several places. Only here at the shooting range will not be accidentally detonated because of the large amount of ammunition stored!"
When everyone was about to pass through the electronic door, Song Sijia, who was struggling on the ground, made a faint sound.
"What?"
Zhang Xuezhou's body trembled.
"That's the method he used to target high-end serializers from other major families. Only he has the controller, and only he knows the location of the setup." Song Sijia gasped: "Unless he detonates the explosives outside, we can escape from here!
"
"Then we still have to stay here?" Zhang Xuezhou said with an ugly expression.
"Our alarm has been sent out. The time for the people from the Sequence Committee to come here should be very close. If you can wait here, you can at least avoid a wave of explosions coming out of nowhere!"
Song Sijia pressed her neck firmly, and her voice was high-pitched and hoarse.
When she encountered Song Xianzhong, her throat was obviously severely injured in just a short moment, and the fear of facing death still remained in her eyes.
Song Sijia also didn't expect that Song Xianzhong was still sane at this time, which made her heart sink to the bottom, and she had no idea why the situation would develop to this point.
But if she wants to survive, she needs to follow the group in front of her, rather than leaning on her grandfather who has killed many family members.
Longwei fighting technique was her trump card to pin down Song Xianzhong, and Zhang Xuezhou, who was not far away from her, had the same ability.
As long as they can cooperate, they can almost control the twilight Song Xianzhong back and forth. With seamless cooperation, they may even kill the opponent.
"Master Song, can we have peace for a while?"
The foot that was about to step out of the electronic door was withdrawn.
Zhang Xuezhou held his rifle and moved slowly towards Song Sijia.
He had to face Song Xianzhong, the living king of hell, at the indoor shooting range, and he had to face an explosion that could wipe out the group while escaping outdoors. Zhang Xuezhou chose to stay over and over again.
Song Sijia had no reason to lie on this matter, and it would only take a while to verify Song Sijia's words.
Zhang Xuezhou spoke in a low voice.
"I have no ill intentions towards you, I just want to protect myself," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"I also want to protect myself!"
Nearly a hundred meters away, Song Xianzhong also responded in a low voice.
Zhang Xuezhou was helpless, and Song Xianzhong was also bitter in his heart.
If he cannot survive, he will have no reason to be attached to this world and will have no compassion in his heart.
Seeing the son he once loved most raising a gun at him without hesitation, and even directing the rocket launcher to aim, many of Song Xianzhong's concepts of law collapsed.
He did not like this way of death and found it difficult to accept it.
For Song Xianzhong, many of his current thoughts are just based on the most basic survival instinct.
"I can't save you," Zhang Xuezhou said helplessly, "but you can let me go!"
"What do you think when a person is drowning?" Song Xianzhong asked in a low voice.
"blank!"
"It may be blank, but a drowning person will instinctively seize any possibility of survival, even if it means dragging the rescuer and bystanders to die together!"
Song Xianzhong's deep voice clearly represented his crazy thoughts at this time.
Even if Zhang Xuezhou is just passing by, he doesn't mind dragging him into trouble when he's at the end of his rope.
From the moment Song Ziwen made a decision and he fought back, there was no going back.
According to the rules of the Sequence Committee, people with chaotic consciousness like him will inevitably be eliminated.
But Song Xianzhong didn't want to die.
Even though he had prepared in his heart and knew that he would eventually face this day, no matter how calm he was, he collapsed the moment he faced death.
"You can't kill us. My Dragon Power fighting skills can temporarily control you, and his fighting skills can also control you for a short time. You..."
Song Sijia pinched her throat and stood up, making a low, high-pitched voice.
She looked at Song Xianzhong with a complicated expression, but the thought of survival also occupied Song Sijia's mind.
Song Xianzhong was in a hopeless state in his later years. He was no longer a big tree that the Song family could rely on, and it was impossible for Song Sijia to join Song Xianzhong's side.
Song Xianzhong's current state is extremely dangerous. As the other party said, both the rescuer and the bystanders will die together. Even if Song Sijia is on Song Xianzhong's side, the possibility of her being killed is equally high.
Song Sijia would not entrust her life to this possibility.
Her face was pale, and there was a bit of excitement in her eyes.
"If it's not convenient for you to speak at this time, you don't have to say anything!"
Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Song Sijia helplessly.
He hoped to chat with Song Xianzhong and try to delay it for some time, instead of shouting and killing each other.
There is no benefit in this kind of fighting and killing. If you win, the whole family will be wiped out if you lose.
Even if there is a certain possibility of restricting Song Xianzhong, Zhang Xuezhou is not willing to take risks.
He placed his left hand on his chest, and the faint power of Taiqing Zhenju continued to shine, repairing the shot wound on his chest.
Zhang Xuezhou would like to thank Song Buer for letting him learn to dodge guns. Although he did not learn the ability to quickly dodge gun strikes, Zhang Xuezhou at least wore a high-end bulletproof vest.
This vest saved his life.
Another possible influence of Zhi Ge Jue was that the bullet from Song Xianzhong's shot penetrated the bulletproof vest and got stuck in the outer bone of his chest, but did not penetrate his body.
However, Zhang Xuezhou's ability to fight back was limited, and even holding his rifle was only for show.
If circumstances permit, he hopes that everyone can stand and chat.
Or wait until someone from the Sequence Committee comes, or wait until the rocket launchers and bombs set up by Song Xianzhong are detonated, and then he can find an opportunity to leave.
"I……"
After being complained by Zhang Xuezhou, Song Sijia's face became slightly angry and she was about to open her mouth again, but when she saw Song Xianzhong's body gradually standing up, she quickly calmed down the many emotions of the family being ruined and tried to move closer to Zhang Xuezhou.
"You'll all come with me!"
Song Xianzhong spoke in a low voice, with a hint of death and determination in his eyes.
It would be difficult for him to completely harvest the lives of Zhang Xuezhou and others, but in a lose-lose style of play, he would definitely survive to the end, and he could also completely eliminate the troubles around him.
This is the confidence of a sixth-order player.
As he murmured in a low voice, his black gloves quickly deformed and turned into a strip-shaped hat.
When Song Xianzhong put the hat on his head, Song Sijia couldn't help but tremble.
"That hat contains asbestos, which has a certain preventive effect on deterrent martial arts," Song Sijia whispered.
"You actually have equipment, isn't this bullying the poor!"
Zhang Xuezhou's heart tightened, and he quickly opened his mouth to start another topic.
"I just thought about it again and again. You have a possible way to survive right now. Do you want to hear about it?" Zhang Xuezhou asked quickly.
"explain!"
"Do you know about the spiritual longevity research topic studied by Professor Ren Yisheng?"
"Any life?"
"His research topic includes something called spiritual strengthening, which should make your consciousness and body age simultaneously, which can fundamentally solve your problem!"
Looking at Song Xianzhong with an unkind expression, Zhang Xuezhou spoke repeatedly.
"Ren lives in the Xuefu District. Canglan University is also far away from us. I won't live until that time." Song Xianzhong said dullly: "You should also get on the road..."
"I am a student of Professor Ren Yi. If you don't have enough time to go to him right now, the same goes for me!"
Zhang Xuezhou pointed at himself and introduced him very solemnly.
"I, Zhang Xuezhou, am currently the only student that Professor Ren Yisheng brings with him to do research. I came here to practice shooting because of Professor Ren's recommendation," Zhang Xuezhou said seriously.
"I don't believe you!"
"Then you should believe in my marksmanship. I learned Professor Ren's mental aggrandizement. I only practiced shooting for two days here and I'm somewhat good at it. This has the effect of mental aggrandizement. That ability affects our brain's learning ability."
Great, but you should know that gun training is only an auxiliary function, and prolonging mental clarity is the ultimate goal of mental strengthening."
Song Xianzhong shook his head slightly, but when Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he had practiced marksmanship for two days, he did find a glimmer of hope in his death plan.
Zhang Xuezhou's marksmanship is a little awkward, but his blind shooting can put anyone who has been playing guns for decades to shame.
If this ability is brought about by Ren Ren's lifelong research and mental strengthening, he can indeed give it a try.
As long as he can still maintain a relatively normal state of mind, no matter what he has done before, he has the means to survive.