Blind Shot + Deterrence Fighting.

This is almost the nemesis of Song Xianzhong's current state.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's fingers touching the trigger, his intuition like a beast quickly made Song Xianzhong roll.

"I'm not dead!"

An armor-piercing bullet didn't kill the other party, and Song Xianzhong was almost incredible.

He looked at the blood stains on Zhang Xuezhou's chest, and it was hard to imagine why the other party still had the ability to release the deterrent fighting technique after being shot and bleeding, and even flew upside down quickly right now.

"Let's go!"

After flying backwards for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou had already joined everyone.

He glanced at Song Xianzhong painfully, and the rifle in his hand did not dare to have any instability.

When urging everyone to leave, the noose on his body was quickly cut by Song Fengying.

"Don't run outside, my grandfather has set up rocket launchers and explosives in several places outside, only the shooting range here will not be 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 means he used to target the high-end sequencers of the other major families, only he has the controller, and only he knows the location of the setting" Song Sijia gasped: "Unless he detonates the explosives outside, we can escape from here!" ”

"And we're going to stay here?" Zhang Xuezhou said with an ugly face.

"Our alarm has been sounded, the time for the Sequence Committee to be here should be very close, if you can wait here, at least you can avoid a wave of explosions coming out of nowhere!"

Song Sijia pressed her neck tightly, and her voice was shrill and hoarse.

When she encountered Song Xianzhong, it was obvious that her throat was hit hard in a short moment, and the fear of facing death still remained in her eyes.

Song Sijia also didn't expect Song Xianzhong to be sober at this time, which made her heart sink to the bottom, and she didn't know why the situation had developed to this point.

But if she wants to survive, she needs to keep up with the gang in front of her, not lean on her grandfather, who has already killed many family members.

Long Wei's fighting technique is her hole card to suppress Song Xianzhong, and Zhang Xuezhou, who is not far from her, has the same ability.

But as long as they can cooperate, they can almost control Song Xianzhong back and forth in his twilight years, and it is even possible to kill the other party with seamless cooperation.

"Master Song, can we be at peace for a while!"

The foot that wanted to step out of the electronic door was retracted.

Zhang Xuezhou carried a rifle and slowly moved in the direction of Song Sijia.

Facing Song Xianzhong, the living king of Hades, at the indoor shooting range, and facing the explosion of the regiment when escaping outside, Zhang Xuezhou chose to stay again and again.

Song Sijia has no reason to lie about this matter, and it only takes a little bit to verify Song Sijia's words.

Zhang Xuezhou spoke in a low voice.

"I have no ill will towards you, I just want to protect myself," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"I want to protect myself, too!"

Nearly 100 meters away, Song Xianzhong also responded in a low voice.

Zhang Xuezhou was very helpless, and Song Xianzhong was also bitter in his heart.

If he doesn't survive, he has no reason to be attached to the world, and he won't have pity in his heart.

Seeing that his once most beloved son raised his gun against him without hesitation, and even commanded the rocket launcher to make an aim, many concepts of order in Song Xianzhong's heart collapsed.

He didn't like this way of dying, and he couldn't accept it.

For Song Xianzhong, many of his current thoughts are just the most basic survival instincts.

"I can't save you" Zhang Xuezhou said helplessly: "But you can let me go!" ”

"What do you think a person thinks when they are drowning?" Song Xianzhong asked in a low voice.

"Blank!"

"It may be blank, but the drowning person will instinctively grasp any possibility of survival, even if it is to drag the rescuer and bystanders to die together!"

Song Xianzhong's deep voice obviously represented his crazy thoughts at this time.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou was just passing by, he didn't mind pulling the other party into the water when he was 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, a consciousness chaotic person like him would inevitably be eliminated.

But Song Xianzhong didn't want to die.

Even if he was prepared in his heart, knowing that he would face this day after all, no matter how calmly he was in the face of death, he collapsed with a bang.

"You can't kill us, my Longwei 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 got up, she let out a low and shrill voice.

She looked at Song Xianzhong with a complicated expression, but the idea of survival also occupied Song Sijia's mind.

Song Xianzhong's twilight state is hopeless, and it no longer belongs to the big tree that the Song family can rely on, and Song Sijia cannot devote himself to Song Xianzhong's side.

Song Xianzhong's current state is extremely dangerous, as the other party said, both rescuers and bystanders will die together, even if Song Sijia is on Song Xianzhong's side, the possibility of her being killed is also extremely 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 can not say it!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Song Sijia helplessly.

He hoped to chat with Song Xianzhong and try to delay for some time, instead of shouting and killing each other.

This kind of fighting, killing, and killing him is not good if he wins, and if he loses, the whole family will be wiped out.

Even if there is a certain possibility of restricting Song Xianzhong, Zhang Xuezhou is not willing to take risks.

His left hand was imprinted on his chest, and the faint light of the Halal technique continued to shine, repairing the chest wound from the shot.

Zhang Xuezhou wanted to thank Song Buer for letting him learn to dodge guns, although he didn't learn the ability to quickly dodge firearm strikes, but Zhang Xuezhou wore at least a high-grade bulletproof vest.

The vest saved his life.

There was also a hint of possible influence, and the bullet from Song Xianzhong's shot penetrated the bulletproof vest and stuck in the outer bone of his chest, but did not penetrate his body.

But Zhang Xuezhou's ability to fight back is limited, and even he is carrying a rifle at the moment for show.

If the situation allows, he wants everyone to stand and chat.

Or wait until the sequence committee comes, or wait until the rocket launchers and bombs set up by Song Xianzhong are detonated, and then he can find a chance to leave.

"I ......"

was complained by Zhang Xuezhou, Song Sijia's face was slightly angry and she wanted to open her mouth again, but when she saw Song Xianzhong's body gradually standing up, she quickly restrained many emotions of the destruction of her family, and tried to lean closer to Zhang Xuezhou.

"You'll all come with me!"

Song Xianzhong spoke in a low voice, with a bit of death intent in his eyes, but also a little determination.

It is difficult for him to harvest the lives of Zhang Xuezhou and others intact, but under the lose-lose style of play, he will inevitably survive to the end, and he will be able to eliminate the troubles around him intact.

This is the self-confidence of a sixth sequencer.

In his low mutter, his black gloves quickly deformed into a striped hat.

When Song Xianzhong put this hat on his head, Song Sijia's body couldn't help but tremble.

"That hat has asbestos in it, which has a certain preventive effect on deterrent martial arts," Song Sijia said in a low voice.

"Isn't it bullying the poor to have equipment!"

Zhang Xuezhou's heart tightened, and he quickly opened his mouth to start another topic.

"I've just thought about it again and again, you have a possible way to survive at the moment, do you want to hear about it?" Zhang Xuezhou asked quickly.

"Say!"

"Do you know the research topic of spiritual longevity that Professor Ren Shengsheng is researching?"

"Any life?"

"His research topics include a content called spiritual reinforcement, which should make your consciousness and physical body age simultaneously, and can fundamentally solve your problems!"

Looking at Song Xianzhong, who was not good-looking, Zhang Xuezhou spoke again and again.

"Ren lives in the school district, and the Canglan School is far away from us, I won't live to that time" Song Xianzhong said in a dull voice: "You should also go on the road......"

"I'm a student of Professor Ren Sheng, you can't rush to him because you don't have enough time at the moment, and it's the same for me!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to himself and introduced it very solemnly.

"I, Zhang Xuezhou, Professor Ren Sheng, the only student who comes here to do research, is recommended by Professor Ren to practice guns," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"I don't believe you!"

"Then you should believe in my marksmanship, I learned Professor Ren's spiritual strengthening, and I only practiced the gun here for two days to have a bit of appearance, which has the effect of spiritual strengthening, that ability is very good for our brain learning ability, but you should know that practicing guns is only an auxiliary role, prolonging the sobriety of the mind is the ultimate goal of spiritual strengthening."

Song Xianzhong shook his head slightly, but waited until Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he had practiced marksmanship for two days, which made him really find a trace of life in his will to die.

Zhang Xuezhou's marksmanship is jerky, but the casualness of blind shooting can make people who have played with guns for decades ashamed.

If this ability was brought about by the spiritual enhancement of any lifetime of research, he could indeed give it a try.

As long as he can maintain a relatively normal sobriety, no matter what he has done before, he has the means to survive.