The Song Household's Great Fall

In Western Capital, many of the elders who participated in overthrowing the Luofu royal family are already quite old.

Wang Jiangtao, who died earlier, was nearly ninety years old. Chang Kongluo, Zhou Xin, Zhu Bufan, Li Qi, and others were also close in age, and some were even older.

It is rare for someone to live to seventy, and even rarer to remain healthy and strong into their nineties.

Zhang Xuezhou's astonishment at the explosion was quickly replaced by a shout, and he swiftly closed the electronic door to the indoor shooting range.

"What happened?" Zhang Manqian pressed.

"Someone's gone mad!" Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"Who's crazy?"

At the shooting range, Wang Li's face also turned pale. He thought of some rumors and couldn't help but grip the shooting rifle in his hand tightly.

"Song Xianzong, Professor Song's father!"

Zhang Xuezhou's swift response made Wang Li gasp, his eyes darting around as he searched the indoor shooting range for a safe hiding place.

"Find somewhere to hide, and don't get involved in the Song family's internal affairs!"

Having learned his lesson from Wang Jiangtao's utter helplessness, Zhang Xuezhou had absolutely no desire to get involved in such matters now.

Those who do not advance to a higher rank possess unique Gene Fighting Technique; their bodies' instinctive reactions are simply irresistible.

They either possess combat skills of the same or next-lower tier, or, like Ren Yisheng, have the ability to directly deter and suppress, or, as Song Bu'er described, use firepower from thermal weapons for overwhelming attacks.

None of these points relate to Zhang Xuezhou and his group.

He pointed towards the storage and changing room, and everyone immediately put aside their shooting practice.

"Do they resolve their internal family disputes with firearms?" Zhang Weimeng asked in a low voice.

"Possibly!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Then we should stay away. This Song family doesn't look normal at all. With so many weapons, they look like they run a wholesale store," Song Fengying whispered.

"Their family is in the wholesale business!"

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

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

Many Lineage that are on good terms with the Song family are willing to send their children for free training.

Zhang Xuezhou and others came through this connection.

Although they cannot take their firearms out of the shooting range, their ammunition and firearms can be supplied almost continuously within the range.

"To prevent accidents, everyone should carry a gun with them, but don't fire it lightly," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"This thing is for when you're in a desperate situation and things get really messy," Wang Li said.

"That's right," Zhang Xuezhou nodded. "Any premature firing will inevitably encounter unpredictable retaliation. We must not fire indiscriminately until the situation becomes critical."

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

"Ren Woxing, who has been imprisoned in Xihu for decades, is about to emerge. He wants to kill anyone he doesn't like or anyone who resists him!"

"Now I understand!"

When Zhang Weimeng still had questions, Zhang Xuezhou casually used the serialized novel The Smiling, Proud Wanderer as an example, which immediately made things clear to Zhang Weimeng.

"If it's Ren Woxing who went mad, then what level am I at?" Zhang Weimeng asked.

"You're on par with Lu Dayou and Lao Denuo!"

"Wouldn't that mean you could just slap someone to death?"

"Almost!"

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

Aside from Wang Li finding it slightly difficult to understand, Zhang Manqian and Song Fengying, who had some interest in martial arts novels, also understood the meaning very well.

Everyone found a locker and squatted down behind it, waiting for the commotion to pass.

The indoor shooting range specially arranged for them fell silent, with only the occasional gunshot from outside making a slight noise.

"Brother, I got word that the Song family member finally ran into trouble. You should stay away from him!"

Zhang Xuezhou had only been hiding behind the locker for a few minutes when his communicator started beeping with a message transmission, and Ren Wuyang's message also appeared on the screen.

"Let's turn off the communicators and video cameras to avoid any potential trouble caused by making noise!"

Zhang Xuezhou raised the communicator hanging from his waist, sent a message, and then turned it off.

Ren Wuyang's message came very quickly, but they were in the Song family's territory and couldn't leave for the time being, so there was no way to hide far away.

Zhang Xuezhou squinted, carefully sensing any sound that was difficult to hear normally.

Compared to the sound of gunfire, the sound of a human falling to the ground upon death, or the faint gasps of someone dying, are far too faint.

Despite the difficulty for Zhang Weimeng and others to detect the sounds, Zhang Xuezhou's keen senses allowed him to hear many subtle noises.

The more he listened to the sounds, the uglier Zhang Xuezhou's expression became.

If Wang Jiangtao had a clear objective and went directly to the Ren Household, then this member of the Song family was a powder keg that was ignited on the spot.

The occasional sounds of death testified to the instinctive counterattack of the opposing side when they encountered danger.

As Lineage that controls military industrial enterprises, while not all members of the Song family are sharpshooters, each one possesses considerable marksmanship.

But the occasional gunshots and sounds of death proved that these people were constantly dying.

This applies to those who engage in hand-to-hand combat, those who use firearms, and those who wield heavy weapons.

"Song Xianzong is probably too familiar with the environment and these firearms; he might even know the details of each of the descendants who loaded the ammunition!"

A thought crossed Zhang Xuezhou's mind.

Who poses a threat to Song Xianzong, who would sacrifice their own family for the greater good, and who made prior preparations to assassinate him—these details are likely imprinted in the other party's mind.

When reason is lost, this sense of crisis may lead Song Xianzong to take the initiative rather than passively fleeing in place.

"Dad, are you inside?"

A sound came, accompanied by the sound of an electronic door being swiped open, and a faint sense of unease crept in.

Zhang Xuezhou immediately stood up and replied.

"Your father isn't here!"

"Never mind, let's go inside and hide! There are guns inside, and luckily, there are people who can help us!"

The sounds of people gathering and pleading for safety reached Zhang Xuezhou, whose brows furrowed slightly. Zhang Manqian also felt a chill of disgust flash through her body.

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

Zhang Xuezhou didn't recognize the woman, but he undoubtedly recognized Zuo Denggao, who bore a resemblance to Zuo Teng. This was a face that Zhang Manqian would never forget.

As soon as the two entered the indoor shooting range, they headed straight for the firearms racks in the armory.

"Close the door first!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, feeling an increasing sense of unease creeping into his heart.

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

It was an extremely swift and decisive kill; the victim didn't even make a sound before collapsing to the ground.

Zhang Xuezhou could sense extremely faint footsteps, like the tiptoe of his toes touching the ground when he Crane Soaring Backward Flight, requiring only a brief touch of the ground to move quickly.

Compared to rushing to the electronic door to close it yourself, the other party will undoubtedly appear at the door much sooner.

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The only ones who could close the door in time, Zuo Denggao and the others, went to get the gun, but Zhang Xuezhou couldn't make it in time to close.

He could only make a shushing gesture, then waited dejectedly for the other party to arrive.

Zhang Xuezhou hoped the other person would just glance at it and leave.

The voice in his mind had just counted to one when an old man in black, covered in blood, appeared at the entrance of the electronic door.