fifth form

Chapter 462 I Can't Stay In This Upper Class Society
Zhang Xuezhou didn't have a plan, but Zhang Xuezhou was really good at seizing opportunities in battle.

The big bang gave 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.

Shards of glass, broken steel frames, a huge amount of dust pouring in from the outside, all kinds of debris mixed in the dust...

All kinds of explosions 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 head and squat in defense when encountering such a shock wave.

Zhang Xuezhou was no exception, he also squatted to defend at first.

But Zhang Manqian's cover made Zhang Xuezhou different, and the mouthful of blood sprayed on his face made him feel violent in his heart.

Zhang Xuezhou responded like a joke, but his 24-round rifle fired without stopping.

For him, as long as the mana locks on 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 still hit nine out of ten shots.

The explosion affected him, but it affected Song Xianzhong even more.

In the aftermath of this explosion, the opponent's ability to move quickly was almost restricted.

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 slid his body towards the shattered glass window, and he had already tumbled out.

This made Zhang Xuezhou quickly make another shot.

"There is a good gun to shoot you dead!"

He responded unwillingly, obviously dissatisfied with the large-caliber rifle in his hand.

"You shot the sixth... hiccup!"

There is also a layer of meat pads at the bottom.

Song Sijia was protecting her crushed throat, with pain on her face that was exacerbated by the impact of the big explosion, and unbelievable shock.

In the process of this gun fight, her grandfather who was the best spearman in the Allied countries actually lost.

Zhang Xuezhou was shot once, and Song Xianzhong was shot five times.

After the big explosion, Song Sijia fired four shots in a short period of time. Song Sijia even had time to let out a few painful groans, and the duel was settled.

Whether it's old age, decline of consciousness, or other reasons, Song Xianzhong has lost in this competition for hot weapons.

"You are also unlucky!"

Looking at Song Sijia who was belched by his own body, Zhang Xuezhou Nian Nian uttered a voice, and also returned the other party with a too-halal technique.

"Should we get out of here quickly?"

The aftermath of the explosion that connected Wang Li, Song Fengying, and Zhang Weimeng together with a door panel collided, and Zhang Manqian's face flushed unnaturally.

She is thankful that Zhang Xuezhou's skills are superb.

This technique suppressed her injury securely. If she could find a safer place, Zhang Manqian could still perform the self-healing technique of Tai Halal Technique.

She looked at the dusty and chaotic place, and then looked at the messier outside.

"Is this the only explosion that your grandpa arranged?"

After a tai halal technique fell, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Song Sijia should be able to breathe and speak normally.

Tai halal surgery does not have the effect of healing wounds, but it has an extremely obvious ability to relieve pain and suppress injuries, which allows Song Sijia to temporarily have the possibility of speaking normally.

"No one knows how many ways he arranged." Song Sijia said in a low voice with pain: "As long as the thing achieves its goal, then he only arranged one way. If the thing fails to achieve its goal, there may be a second and third way!"

As the most powerful controller of the Song family, only the other party knows what Song Xianzhong does, even Song Ziwen, Song Buer and others don't know, let alone Song Sijia.

Correspondingly, only Song Xianzhong knew how many explosives Song Xianzhong buried and where they were buried.

"What is he trying to achieve?"

Zhang Xuezhou's face darkened slightly.

If there was no reminder from Song Sijia, 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 located.

According to the impact range of this explosion, there is a high possibility of being killed outside, and a high probability of being seriously injured.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't be sure whether Song Xianzhong still had a backup.

It may be safer to hide in this indoor shooting range than to rush around.

But Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help thinking about what Song Xianzhong needed to achieve.

"He probably wanted to cut off those who threatened him," Zhang Manqian said in a low voice.

"Who is a threat to your grandfather?" Zhang Xuezhou asked Song Sijia.

"you……"

"Don't talk about me, talk about someone who is a threat to your grandfather under normal circumstances!"

"My grandfather is ranked sixth in the Sequence Committee, and the top five are all mortal threats to him."

"Who?"

"Zhou Xin, Changkongluo, Li Qi, Zhu Bufan, Zhong Rang!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou ask a common sense question, Song Sijia was a little weird, but she responded quickly.

When it comes to life and death, any sloppy eye can't be beaten at this time.

This is not only to respond to Zhang Xuezhou, but also to save her own life.

"In other words, the No. [-] target, No. [-] target, and No. [-] target mentioned by the electronic voice on his body at that time correspond to one of these people?"

"should be!"

Song Sijia nodded.

Obviously, this shocking scene of the Song family will not be dedicated to the little ones, but really involves the big shots.

As long as these big shots were seriously injured or died, Song Xianzhong's chances of surviving in a state of confusion would increase a lot.

In the shadow of a person's famous tree, the ranking of the Sequence Committee is the real thing. Song Xianzhong has awe of those with higher rankings, and the ranking is higher than that of Song Xianzhong. The latter also has a fear of Song Xianzhong. When hunting him, there is a high probability of not working hard.

For Song Xianzhong, cutting off those at a higher level has become a need for survival.

The target of this big bang is Zhou Xin and others.

"I don't know what happened to these people in the explosion? How can Song Xianzhong judge whether the goal has been achieved?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while, and everyone started to clean up.

"I can't stay in this upper class!"

Zhang Weimeng's face was covered in blood, his glasses were shattered, and his body was broken.

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, he has seen Wang Haoran who became disabled due to fighting, and now he has experienced a near-life-and-death gun battle, and even suffered an explosion.

Zhang Weimeng felt that this was not his ideal higher class.

For Zhang Weimeng, the higher class he understands should be enjoying luxury, enjoying all kinds of technology, and enjoying the benefits brought by countless people worshiping.

But during the days of contact, Zhang Weimeng saw endless battles one after another, even involving his life.

This higher class of 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 was always an upward rushing breath hanging in his chest, but Zhang Weimeng found that the rushing breath had completely receded without a sound.

"If you want to play like this, will it kill everyone?" Song Fengying said with lingering fear.

"Actually, it's usually fine!"

Wang Li responded weakly.

Looking at the broken arms, he didn't agree too much with Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's words.

This is not the normal state of the upper class. It is just that the group of people who established the Red Alliance has entered the aging process. However, this group of old people who control real power and have serial power have not properly handled the funeral.

There was Wang Jiangtao before, Song Xianzhong later, and even Chang Kongluo, Zhou Xin and others in the future.

In addition to this point, the daily life of the upper class is indeed extremely high-end, and they also use the most cutting-edge technology, which is completely different from the lives of ordinary people.

For Wang Li, having seen the scenery of the upper class, it is difficult for him to get rid of the temptation of this level, even though this level is full of risks.

For a while, everyone had their own ideas.

"Commissioner Zhou, that Commissar Song was at this indoor shooting range before, about 10 minutes ago, when I..."

Until a familiar voice came, Zhang Xuezhou seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)