In Xijing City, many of the elders who participated in the overthrow of the Luofu royal family are already older.

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

Life is rare in seventy years, and there are not many such old people who have a healthy and strong body when they are more than 90 years old.

Zhang Xuezhou's surprise in chasing the explosion only changed with a shout, and he quickly closed the electronic door of the room.

"What's going on?" Zhang Manqian asked.

"Someone's crazy!" Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"Who's crazy?"

In the shooting range, Wang Li's face was also pale, he thought of some rumors, and couldn't help but grab the shooting rifle in his hand.

"Song Xianzhong, Professor Song's father!"

Zhang Xuezhou's quick response made Wang Li take a deep breath of cold air, his eyes rolled wildly, and he kept looking for a safe place to hide in the room.

"Find a place to hide, don't crash into the family affairs inside the Song family!"

encountered Wang Jiangtao who had suffered a lesson from having no ability to fight back, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing at all.

Those who do not rank up have unique genetic fighting skills, and the instinctive reactions of these people's bodies are impossible to resist.

Either they have the ability to fight in the same or sub-class sequences, or they have the ability to directly deter and suppress as any of them do, or, as Song Buer described, use thermal weapon fire to cover the strike.

No matter which one it is, this has nothing to do with Zhang Xuezhou and others.

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

"Do they use hot weapons to solve their internal family affairs?" Zhang Weimeng asked in a low voice.

"Possibly!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Then let's stay away, this Song family is not normal at first glance, so many arms are like opening a wholesale store" Song Fengying said in a low voice.

"That's what their family does!"

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

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

As long as they are good friends with the Song family, many families can send their children to be trained for free.

Zhang Xuezhou and others came from this relationship.

Although the guns they hold cannot be taken out of the shooting range, in this shooting range, their ammunition and firearms can be supplied almost uninterrupted.

"In order to prevent accidents, bring a gun with you, but don't shoot easily," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"In case of trouble, this thing is used when you are dying," Wang said.

"That's right," Zhang Xuezhou nodded, "Any advance shooting will inevitably encounter unpredictable retaliation, and if it doesn't reach a certain point, we must not shoot indiscriminately."

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

"The West Lake has been closed for decades, and I want to come out, and I want to kill those who are unpleasant and resistant!"

"I understand when you say that!"

When Zhang Weimeng still had questions, Zhang Xuezhou casually took the serialized Xiaoao Jianghu and gave an example, which made Zhang Weimeng immediately clear.

"If that crazy guy is left to me, then what level am I at?" Zhang Weimeng asked.

"You are equivalent to Lu Dayou and Lau Denuo!"

"Wouldn't that be just a slap and kill you!"

"Almost!"

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

In addition to Wang Li, who is a little difficult to understand, Zhang Manqian and Song Fengying, who have a certain focus on martial arts, also know the meaning very well.

Everyone found a locker and squatted behind the locker, waiting for the storm to pass.

The room *** strike range, which had been specially arranged for them, was silent for a moment, and only the occasional gunfire outside the shooting range made a slight sound.

"Brother,

I received the news that something went wrong with the Song family in the end, you stay away!"

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

"Let's turn off the communicator and the visualizer so that the sound doesn't cause possible trouble!"

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

Ren Wuxian's information came quickly, but they were in the Song family's area, and they couldn't go out at all for a while, and it was impossible to hide far away.

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

Compared to the sound of firearms, the sound of a human being falling to the ground in death, or the low wheezing sound of death, is too faint.

For the voices that are difficult to capture by Zhang Weimeng and others, through the sensitivity of Zhang Xuezhou's spirit, many small voices have come into his ears.

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

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

From time to time, the sound of death is heard, proving that the other party is in danger and instinctively fights back.

As a family that controls the military industrial enterprise, many people in the Song family do not say that everyone is a sharpshooter, and everyone's marksmanship level will not be weak.

But the occasional gunshots and the sound of death also prove that these people are constantly dying.

This is true for those who come forward to fight, or those who shoot with firearms, or those who strike with heavy weapons.

"Song Xianzhong may be too familiar with the environment, and he is too familiar with these firearms, and he may even know each offspring member who loads ammunition!"

A thought floated through Zhang Xuezhou's heart.

Who threatens Song Xianzhong, who will kill his relatives in righteousness, and who has made preparations for shooting in advance, these contents are likely to be imprinted in the other party's mind.

When his mind is lost, this sense of crisis may also lead to Song Xianzhong's initiative, rather than a passive escape in place.

"Dad, are you in there?"

A sound came, accompanied by the sound of the electronic door being brushed open, and there was a faint sense of hair.

Zhang Xuezhou suddenly stood up and replied.

"There's no dad in here!"

"No matter, go in and hide, there's a gun in there, and there's someone to help!"

The voice of gathering people to ask for peace came, Zhang Xuezhou's brows furrowed slightly, and Zhang Manqian also flashed a trace of disgust that was cold in her body.

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

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 room, they rushed to the hot weapon rack in the armory.

"Close the door first!"

Zhang Xuezhou snorted, and he only felt that the hairiness in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

Before he could close the electronic door from the back of the locker, Zhang Xuezhou heard a gunshot.

It was a very crisp shot, and the person who was shot did not even make a sound of gasping, and then the sound of falling to the ground was heard.

Zhang Xuezhou could feel the slightest sound of footsteps, just like his toes touching the ground when he flew upside down, and he only needed a short tap of the ground to move quickly.

Compared with rushing to the electronic door and closing the door, the other party will undoubtedly appear at the door earlier.

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The only person who could close the door in time was Zuo Denggao and others went to get the gun, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't catch the closing time.

He had to make a boo 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 take a look and leave.

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