Chapter 462 I Can't Stay In This Upper Class Society
Chapter 462 I can’t stay in this upper class society anymore
Author: a chili pepper
Chapter 462 I can’t stay in this upper class society anymore
Zhang Xuezhou has no layout, but Zhang Xuezhou is indeed good at seizing combat opportunities.
The Big Bang provided this opportunity.
It seemed that several of them were hit by the aftermath of the explosion, but when the aftermath hit the indoor shooting range, everything went into chaos.
Glass shards, broken steel frames, huge amounts of dust pouring in from outside, all kinds of debris mixed in the dust...
The explosion caused chaos in the indoor shooting range. Even Song Xianzhong hid in a corner and waited for the aftermath of the explosion to end.
For normal people, it is normal behavior to hold their heads and squat in defense when encountering such a shock wave.
Zhang Xuezhou was no exception. He also squatted on defense at first.
But Zhang Manqian's blocking made Zhang Xuezhou feel different, and the mouthful of blood sprayed on his face made him feel violent in his heart.
Zhang Xuezhou responded like he was joking, but his rifle with 24 bullets fired without pause.
For him, as long as the magic power locks the target within the extended range, he will not lose the target. Even if he picks up the gun and shoots casually, Zhang Xuezhou can hit nine out of ten shots.
The explosion had an impact on him, but it had an even greater impact on Song Xianzhong.
In the aftermath of this explosion, the opponent's ability to move quickly was almost limited.
When Zhang Xuezhou fell sideways, the impact rifle fired another bullet.
"Zhang Xuezhou, I remember this name!"
Being hit again in the chaos, Song Xianzhong swung his body towards the broken glass window and rolled out.
This made Zhang Xuezhou quickly take another shot.
"I've got a good gun and shoot you!"
He responded unwillingly, obviously not satisfied with the large-caliber rifle in his hand.
"What you cum is the sixth...burp!"
There is also a layer of meat pad at the bottom.
Song Sijia protected her pinched throat, her face felt the pain of a big explosion that made the injury worse, and she also felt unbelievable shock.
During this gunfight, her grandfather, who was the best gunsmith in the Alliance, actually lost.
Zhang Xuezhou was shot once and Song Xianzhong was shot five times.
After the big explosion, four shots were fired in a short period of time. Song Sijia only had time to let out a few groans of pain before the duel was settled.
Whether it was due to old age, declining consciousness, or other reasons, Song Xianzhong lost in this competition for hot weapons.
"You are unlucky too!"
Looking at Song Sijia who was burping under the weight of his own body, Zhang Xuezhou muttered aloud and then responded with a Tai Qing Zhen Technique.
"Should we get out of here quickly?"
Wang Li, Song Fengying, Zhang Weimeng and a door panel collided with the aftermath of the explosion. An unnatural flush appeared on Zhang Manqian's face.
She was grateful that Zhang Xuezhou's skills were so perfect.
This technique suppressed her injuries securely. If she could find a safer place, Zhang Manqian could still perform self-healing using the Taiqing Zhen technique.
Her eyes were focused on the dusty and chaotic place, and then looked towards the even messier outside.
"Is this the only explosion your grandpa arranged?"
After a Taiqingzhen spell fell, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Song Sijia should be able to breathe normally and speak.
Taiqingzhen Technique does not have the effect of healing the wound, but it has an extremely obvious ability to relieve pain and suppress injuries, which allows Song Sijia to temporarily have the possibility to speak more normally.
"No one knows how many ways he arranged it," Song Sijia said in a low voice with pain, "As long as the thing achieves its goal, he will only arrange one. If the thing does not achieve its goal, there may be a second and third way!"
As the most powerful person in charge of the Song family, only Song Xianzhong knew what he was doing. Even Song Ziwen, Song Buer and others didn't know, let alone Song Sijia.
Correspondingly, only Song Xianzhong knows how many explosives Song Xianzhong buried and where they were buried.
"What is he trying to accomplish?"
Zhang Xuezhou's face darkened slightly.
Without Song Sijia's reminder, they might have rushed out of the indoor shooting range at that time, and most likely ran towards the area where the Song family was.
Depending on the scope of the explosion, there is a high possibility of being killed outside, and a high probability of being seriously injured.
Zhang Xuezhou was unable to determine whether Song Xianzhong still had a back-up plan.
Compared to rushing around, it may be safer to hide in this indoor shooting range.
But Zhang Xuezhou could not help but also think about what Song Xianzhong needed to achieve.
"He probably wants to eliminate those who threaten him," Zhang Manqian whispered.
"Who threatens your grandfather?" Zhang Xuezhou asked Song Sijia.
"you……"
"Don't talk about me, just talk about people who would be a threat to your grandfather under normal circumstances!"
"My grandfather is ranked sixth in the Sequence Committee, and the top five are all fatal threats to him."
"who?"
"Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, Li Qi, Zhu Bufan, Zhong Rang!"
Watching Zhang Xuezhou ask a common sense question, Song Sijia felt a little weird, but she responded quickly.
When it comes to life, no careless eyes can be ignored at this time.
This is not only a response to Zhang Xuezhou, but also to save her own life.
"In other words, the targets No. 1, No. 2, and No. 4 mentioned by the electronic voice on his body at that time correspond to one of these people?"
"should be!"
Song Sijia nodded.
This shocking scene in the Song family is obviously not dedicated to small minions, but really involves big shots.
As long as these big shots are seriously injured or dead, the possibility of Song Xianzhong's survival will be much higher despite his mental confusion.
In the shadow of a famous tree, the rankings of the Sequence Committee are real. Song Xianzhong is in awe of those with higher rankings, and those who are ranked lower than Song Xianzhong also have a fear of Song Xianzhong, and there is a high probability that they will not work hard when hunting him.
For Song Xianzhong, cutting off those at higher levels has become a need for survival.
The targets of this big explosion were Zhou Xin and others.
"I don't know what happened to these people in the explosion? How did Song Xianzhong judge whether the purpose had been achieved?"
Zhang Xuezhou thought briefly and everyone started to clean up.
"I can't stay in this upper class society anymore!"
Zhang Weimeng was hit so hard that his face was covered with blood, his glasses were broken, and his body had fractures.
He murmured in a low voice, feeling that it was difficult for him to adapt to the exciting life of a higher class.
He has seen crazy professors, seen Wang Haoran who was disabled due to a fight, and now he has experienced a near-life and death gun battle, and even withstood an explosion.
Zhang Weimeng felt that this was not his ideal higher class.
For Zhang Weimeng, his understanding of the higher class should be to enjoy luxury, enjoy various technologies, and enjoy the benefits brought by countless people's worship.
But during the period of contact, Zhang Weimeng saw endless battles one after another, even involving his life.
This higher-class life made him stop thinking about it.
If the family is in good health, Zhang Weimeng feels that he would like to go back to the past.
There had always been an upward thrust of energy hanging in his chest, but Zhang Weimeng found that the energy of impact had dissipated completely and quietly.
"If we all play like this, will it kill everyone?" Song Fengying said with lingering fear.
"Actually, it's usually fine!"
Wang Li responded weakly.
He looked at his broken arms and didn't agree too much with what Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying said.
This is not the norm for the upper class, but it is just that the group of people who established the Red Alliance have entered an aging period, but these old people who control real power and have serial power have not properly handled their funeral affairs.
There was Wang Jiangtao before him, Song Xianzhong after him, and even Chang Kongluo, Zhou Xin and others in the future.
In addition to this, the daily life of the upper class is indeed extremely high-end and uses the most cutting-edge technology, which is completely different from the life of ordinary people.
For Wang Li, having seen the scenery at the upper level, it is difficult for him to escape the temptation of this level, even if this level is full of risks.
At that moment, everyone had their own thoughts.
"Commissioner Zhou, that Commissioner Song was at this indoor shooting range before, about ten minutes ago. I was..."
Until a familiar voice came, Zhang Xuezhou seemed to have remembered something, and his expression suddenly changed.