Zhang Xuezhou has no layout, but Zhang Xuezhou is really good at seizing the opportunity of fighting.

The Big Bang gave that opportunity.

It looked like several of them were hit by the aftermath of the explosion, but when the aftermath crashed into the indoor shooting range, everything went into a mess.

Glass shards, broken steel frames, huge amounts of dust pouring in from the outside, all kinds of debris mixed in the dust......

The explosion-induced chaos caused chaos in the indoor shooting range, and even Song Xianzhong hid in a corner and waited for the aftermath of the explosion to end.

For normal people, it is normal to hold their heads and squat when they encounter this shockwave.

Zhang Xuezhou is no exception, he was also squatting at first.

But Zhang Manqian's blocking made Zhang Xuezhou different, and the mouthful of blood sprayed on his face made the sense of violence in his heart rise rapidly.

Zhang Xuezhou's response was like a joke, but his 24-round rifle shot without stopping.

For him, as long as the mana locks on to the object within the extended range, he will not lose the target, even if he picks up the gun and shoots casually, Zhang Xuezhou can achieve nine shots out of ten.

The explosion had an impact on him, but it had an even greater impact on Song Xianzhong.

In the aftermath of this blast, 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!"

Hit again in the chaos, Song Xianzhong's body drilled towards the broken glass window, and the person had already tumbled out.

This made Zhang Xuezhou quickly make up another shot.

"There's a good gun to shoot you!"

He replied unwillingly, obviously a little dissatisfied with the large-caliber rifle he was holding in his hand.

"You're shooting sixth...... Belch! ”

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

Song Sijia protected her pinched throat, and there was a big explosion on her face that made the injury more painful, and there was an unbelievable shock.

In the process of this gun fight, her grandfather, who was the No. 1 in spearmanship in the Union country, actually lost.

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

After the explosion, four shots were fired in a short period of time, and Song Sijia only had time to let out a few painful moans in this time, and the duel had already settled.

Whether it is old age, declining consciousness, or other reasons, Song Xianzhong lost in this competition for hot weapons.

"You're unlucky!"

Looking at Song Sijia, who was pressed by his body to the point of hiccups, Zhang Xuezhou also replied to the other party with a halal technique after he spoke.

"Shall we get out of here?"

Even after the aftermath of the explosion that connected Wang Li, Song Fengying, Zhang Weimeng and a door panel, Zhang Manqian's face was flushed unnaturally.

She was glad that Zhang Xuezhou's skills were perfect.

This technique pressed her injuries firmly and securely, and if she could find a safer place, Zhang Manqian could also heal herself with the Halal technique.

Her eyes were fixed on the dusty chaos and then on the even messier outside.

"That's the explosion that your grandfather set up, right?"

A too halal technique fell, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that Song Sijia should be able to breathe normally.

Tai Qing Halal does not have the effect of healing the wound, but there is an extremely obvious ability to relieve pain and suppress the injury, which can make Song Sijia have the possibility of speaking more normally for the time being.

"No one knows how many ways he has arranged" Song Sijia reluctantly whispered: "As long as the thing achieves the goal, then he only arranges one, if the thing does not achieve the goal, there may be a second and third way!" ”

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

Correspondingly, how much explosives Song Xianzhong buried and where they were buried only Song Xianzhong knows.

"What is he trying to achieve?"

Zhang Xuezhou's face was slightly gloomy.

If it weren't for Song Sijia's reminder, they might have rushed out of the indoor shooting range at that time, and there was a high probability that they would have rushed out towards the area where the Song family was located.

Depending on the scope of the impact of this explosion, there is a high probability of being killed outside, and there is a high probability of being seriously injured by the explosion.

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

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

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

"He should want to cut off the people who are a threat to 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, you say someone who is a threat to your grandfather under normal circumstances!"

"My grandfather was sixth in the sequence committee, and the top five were a mortal threat to him."

"Who?"

"Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, Li Qi, Zhu Bufan, Zhong Rang!"

Watching Zhang Xuezhou ask a common sense question, Song Sijia was slightly weird, but her response was quick.

When it comes to life, there is no sloppy eye at this time.

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

"In other words, the number one, two, and four targets mentioned in the electronic voice on his body at that time correspond to one of these people?"

"It should be!"

Song Sijia nodded.

The earth-shattering scene of the Song family is obviously not dedicated to the little minions, but really involves the big guys.

As long as these big people are seriously injured or die, Song Xianzhong's chances of surviving under the chaos of his mind will be much higher.

The shadow of the famous tree, the ranking of the sequence committee is real, Song Xianzhong has a fear of the higher ranking, and the ranking is also afraid of Song Xianzhong compared to the latter, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to work when hunting him.

For Song Xianzhong, cutting off the higher-level people has become a need for survival.

The target of this big explosion was 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 about it for a while, and everyone began to clean up.

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

Zhang Weimeng was smashed to the point that his face was covered with blood, his glasses were broken, and his body was still fractured.

He muttered under his breath, feeling that he was having trouble adjusting to the excitement of life in the higher classes.

He has seen crazy professors, he has seen Wang Haoran, who was disabled because of the battle, and now he has experienced a shootout that is close to life and death, 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 to enjoy luxury, enjoy all kinds of technology, and enjoy the benefits brought by countless people's offerings.

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

This higher-class life made him lose his thoughts.

If the family is healthy, Zhang Weimeng feels that he is willing to go back to the past.

There had always been an upward impact in his chest, but Zhang Weimeng found that this impact breath had quietly dissipated cleanly.

"If you have to play like this, will this kill everyone?" Song Fengying said with palpitations.

"Actually, it's okay!"

Wang Li replied weakly.

He looked at his broken arms and didn't agree too much with Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's words.

This is not the norm in the upper class, but only the group of people who established the Red Alliance have entered the aging population, but this group of old people who control real power and have sequential power have not properly handled the aftermath.

There is Wang Jiangtao in the front, Song Xianzhong in the back, and even Changkongluo, Zhou Xin and others in the future.

In addition to this, the life of the upper class on weekdays is indeed extremely high-end, and it also uses the most cutting-edge technology, which is completely different from the life of ordinary people.

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

For a while, everyone had their own thoughts.

"Commissioner Zhou, that Commissioner Song was at this indoor shooting range before, and the time was about ten minutes ago, and I ...... at the time."

Until a familiar voice came, Zhang Xuezhou seemed to remember something, and his face suddenly changed.