fifth form

Chapter 456
In Xijing City, many veterans who participated in the overthrow of the Luofu royal family are already relatively old.

Wang Jiangtao, who died before, was nearly ninety years old, and Chang Kongluo, Zhou Xin, Zhu Bufan, Li Qi and others were also close in age, and some were even older.

It is rare to live in the seventies, and there are not many such old people who will still have a healthy and strong body in their nineties.

The astonishment of Zhang Xuezhou's pursuit of the explosion only changed his face with a loud cry, 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 also turned pale. He thought of some rumors, and he couldn't help but grasp the shooting rifle in his hand.

"Song Xianzhong, Professor Song's father!"

Zhang Xuezhou's quick response made Wang Li take a deep breath, his eyes flicked around, and he kept looking for a safe place to hide in the indoor shooting range.

"Find a place to hide, don't interfere with the internal affairs of the Song family!"

Faced with Wang Jiangtao's inability to fight back, Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to get involved in such a thing at all.

People who don't raise their ranks have unique genetic fighting skills, and the instinctive reaction of these people's bodies is irresistible.

Either they have the fighting strength of the same level or the next level sequence, or they have the ability to directly deter and suppress like Yi Sheng, or as Song Buer described, they use thermal weapon firepower to carry out cover strikes.

No matter which item, it has nothing to do with Zhang Xuezhou and others.

He pointed to the direction of the locker room, and the crowd immediately put down the matter of shooting training.

"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, with so many arms, it looks like a wholesale store," Song Fengying said in a low voice.

"Their family is engaged in this wholesale business!"

The Song family controls several arsenals. In addition to receiving fixed dividends, the Song family can also obtain a lot of equipment for their own use for free.

The firearms used by Zhang Xuezhou and others for shooting originated from this.

As long as they have a good relationship with the Song family, many families can send their children to train for free.

Zhang Xuezhou and others came from 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 continuously.

"To prevent accidents, always carry a gun with you, but don't shoot lightly," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"In case of collision and trouble, this thing is for dying," Wang Li said.

"That's right." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "Any early shooting will inevitably encounter unpredictable retaliation. Before reaching a certain point, we must not shoot indiscriminately."

"I don't understand?" Zhang Weimeng said.

"Ren Woxing, who has been imprisoned in West Lake for decades, is about to come out. When he sees those who are not pleasing to the eye and those who resist, he wants to kill them!"

"I understand when you say that!"

When Zhang Weimeng still had doubts, Zhang Xuezhou casually used the serialized Swordsman as an example, which made Zhang Weimeng immediately clear.

"If the crazy person is Ren Woxing, then what level am I?" Zhang Weimeng asked.

"You are at the level of Lu Dayou and Lao Denuo!"

"Wouldn't it be a slap in the face and kill him!"

"almost!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, and Zhang Weimeng didn't say any more.

Except that Wang Li is a little difficult to understand, Zhang Manqian and Song Fengying, who have a certain interest in martial arts novels, also understand the meaning very well.

Everyone searched for their lockers, and squatted behind the lockers together, waiting for the turmoil to pass.

The indoor shooting range specially arranged for them was suddenly silent, only the occasional gunshots from outside the shooting range made a little sound.

"Brother, I received news that the Song family still has a problem in the end, you should stay away!"

After hiding behind the locker for only a few minutes, Zhang Xuezhou's communicator had already made the sound of message transmission, and Ren Wuyang's message also flashed across the screen.

"Let's turn off the communicator and the visual device, so as not to cause possible trouble by making a sound!"

Zhang Xuezhou raised the communicator hanging on his waist, and turned it off immediately after sending a message.

The news of Ren Wuyang came very quickly, but they were in the area of ​​the Song family, and they would not be able to go out for a while, and it was impossible to hide away.

Zhang Xuezhou squinted his eyes slightly, carefully perceiving any sound that was difficult to hear normally.

Compared with the sound of guns, the sound of human beings falling to the ground after death, or the low gasping sound of death is too weak.

For Zhang Weimeng and others who were difficult to catch, through Zhang Xuezhou's spiritual sensitivity, many small voices were reflected in his ears.

The more he listened, the more ugly Zhang Xuezhou's face became.

If Wang Jiangtao had a clear purpose and went directly to the Ren family, the Song family was the powder keg that was ignited on the spot.

The sound of death came from time to time, proving the opponent's instinctive counterattack when encountering risks.

As a family that controls the military industry, many members of the Song family not to mention everyone is a sharpshooter, everyone's marksmanship level is not weak,
But the sound of gunfire and death from time to time also proves that these people are constantly dying.

This is true whether it is a person who comes forward to fight, or shoots with a gun, or hits with a heavy weapon.

"Song Xianzhong may be too familiar with the environment and these firearms, and he may even know every member of the descendants who fill the ammunition!"

A thought crossed Zhang Xuezhou's mind.

Whoever threatened Song Xianzhong, who would kill relatives righteously, who made preparations for shooting in advance, these contents are likely to be printed in the mind of the other party.

After losing his sanity, this sense of crisis may also have caused Song Xianzhong to take the initiative to attack, instead of passively fleeing in place.

"Dad, are you in there?"

A voice came, accompanied by the sound of the electronic door being swiped open, and there was even a faint feeling of hairiness.

Zhang Xuezhou immediately stood up and replied.

"Your dad is not here!"

"It doesn't matter, go in and hide, there are guns inside, and there are people who can help!"

Zhang Xuezhou frowned slightly when the voice of gathering people to pray for safety came, and Zhang Manqian also flashed a trace of cold disgust.

The electronic door was opened, and a young woman and a familiar face came into view immediately.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know the woman, but he undoubtedly recognized Zuo Denggao who was somewhat similar to Zuo Teng, and this was a face that Zhang Manqian would never forget.

As soon as the two entered the indoor shooting range, they rushed to the hot weapons rack in the armory.

"Close the door first!"

Zhang Xuezhou sipped, and he felt the hairy feeling in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

Before he went to close the electronic door from behind the locker, Zhang Xuezhou heard a gunshot.

This was an extremely straightforward one-shot kill. The person who was shot didn't even make a sound of panting, and then there was the sound of falling to the ground.

Zhang Xuezhou could feel the slight sound of footsteps, just like the toes of his crane flying upside down, touching the ground, and he could move quickly with just a short touch of the ground.

Compared with rushing to the electronic door to close it by yourself, the other party will undoubtedly appear at the door earlier.

Ten

nine

Eight

……

Zuo Denggao, the only one who could close the door in time, and others went to get the gun, but Zhang Xuezhou couldn't catch up with the closing time.

He had no choice but to make a hissing gesture, and then waited for the other party to come to the door with a depressed face.

Zhang Xuezhou hoped that the other party would just take a look and leave.

The voice in his heart had just counted to one, and an old man in black, covered in blood, had already appeared at the door of the electronic gate.

(End of this chapter)