Chapter 456 The Song Family Death

Author: A Chili Pepper

Chapter 456 The Song Family Death

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

Wang Jiangtao, who died before, was nearly 90 years old, and Changkong was falling. Zhou Xin, Zhu Bufan, Li Qi and others were also close to their age, and some people were even taller.

Life is rare in seventy years old, but it is not many such elderly people to have a healthy and strong body until they are over 90 years old.

Zhang Xuezhou was surprised to pursue the explosion but changed his face with a shout. He quickly closed the electronic door of the indoor shooting range.

"What happened?" Zhang Manqian asked.

"Someone is crazy!" Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"Who is crazy?"

In the shooting range, Wang Li's face turned pale. When he thought of some rumors, he 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 air conditioning, his eyes rolling around, constantly looking for safe places to hide in the indoor shooting range.

"Look for a place to hide, don't run into the family affairs inside the Song family!"

After being taught by Wang Jiangtao that he had no ability to fight back, Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to be involved in such a thing at all.

Those who do not improve their ranks have unique genetic fighting skills, and the instinctive reactions of these people are irresistible.

Either have the strength to fight in the same class or second-class sequence, or have the ability to directly deter and suppress, or as Song Buer described, use thermal weapons to carry out firepower to cover and strike.

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

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

"Does their internal family affairs be solved with thermal weapons?" Zhang Weimeng asked in a low voice.

"It's possible!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Then we have to stay away. The Song family is abnormal at first sight. So many arms are like those who run wholesale stores," Song Fengying whispered.

"Their family is doing this wholesale!"

The Song family controls several arsenals. In addition to receiving fixed dividends, the Song family can also obtain many equipment for free for self-use.

This is the firearms used by Zhang Xuezhou and others to shoot.

If you have a good relationship with the Song family, many families can send their children for free training.

Zhang Xuezhou and others came through 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 uninterruptedly.

"To prevent accidents, bring a gun by your side, but don't shoot it easily," said Zhang Xuezhou.

"If you get into trouble, this thing will be used when you are struggling to death," said Wang Li.

"It's right" Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "Any early shooting will inevitably encounter unpredictable revenge. Before we reach a certain point, we must not shoot randomly."

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

"Ren Woxing, who has been in the West Lake for decades, is about to come out. He wants to kill those who dislike or resist!"

"I understand if you say that!"

When Zhang Weimeng had questions, Zhang Xuezhou took the serialized Swordsman and gave an example, which made Zhang Weimeng immediately clear.

"If the one who went crazy was Ren Woxing, then what level am I equivalent to?" Zhang Weimeng asked.

"You are equivalent to Lu Dayou and Lauderno!"

"Wouldn't that be killed with a casual slap!"

"almost!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, and Zhang Weimeng didn't say much.

In addition to Wang Li being a little difficult to understand, Zhang Manqian and Song Fengying, who have some attention to martial arts novels, are also very clear about the meaning of it.

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

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

"Brother, I received the news that there was a problem with the Song family in the end. Please stay away!"

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

"We turn off the communicator and visual instrument so as not to cause possible trouble when making a sound!"

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

The message Ren Wuyang came very quickly, but they were in the Song family area and could not get out for a while. It was impossible to hide away.

Zhang Xuezhou narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully sensed any sound that was difficult to hear normally.

Compared with the sound of guns, the sound of human beings falling to the ground when they die, or the sound of low breathing when they die is too weak.

Many small voices were reflected in the sounds that Zhang Weimeng and others could not capture by Zhang Xuezhou's spirit.

The more you listen to the sound, the more ugly Zhang Xuezhou's face became.

If Wang Jiangtao's purpose is clear, he directly found the Ren family, and the Song family is the gunpowder barrel that was ignited on the spot.

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

As a family that controls military-industrial enterprises, many people in the Song family, not to mention sharpshooters, everyone's shooting skills will not be weak.

But the time-to-time gunshots and death sounds also prove that these people are constantly dying.

This is true whether it is a fighter, a gun shooter, or a heavy weapon striker.

"Song Xianzhong may be too familiar with the environment and the firearms, and he may even know every descendant member of the ammunition loading!"

A thought came to Zhang Xuezhou's mind.

Whoever threatens Song Xianzhong, who will destroy his relatives for justice, and who has prepared to shoot in advance, these contents are likely to be imprinted in the other party's mind.

When reason is lost, this sense of crisis may also lead to Song Xianzhong's active attack instead of being stupid and passively escaping.

"Dad, are you there?"

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

Zhang Xuezhou immediately stood up and replied.

"Your dad is not here!"

"Don't worry, hurry in and hide. There is a gun inside, and there is someone else who can help!"

The voice of gathering people to seek peace came, Zhang Xuezhou frowned slightly, and Zhang Manqian also flashed with a hint of disgust in her body.

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

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know a 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 thermal weapon rack in the gun library.

"You guys close the door first!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and he felt a sense of frigidity in his heart.

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

This was a very quick and easy shooting. The person who was shot did not even make a sound of breathing, and then the sound of falling to the ground came.

Zhang Xuezhou could feel the extremely slight footsteps, just like his toes touching the ground when he flew backwards. He could move quickly with just a short point.

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

ten

Nine

eight

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The only person who could close the door in time went to get the gun, but Zhang Xuezhou couldn't keep up with the closing time.

He had no choice but to make a boo gesture, and then waited for the other party to come to visit with a depressed look on his face.

Zhang Xuezhou hoped that the other party would leave after a glance.

The voice in his heart just reached a count, and an old man in black, stained with blood appeared at the door of the electronic door.

(End of this chapter)
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