Exchange of Fire

It's difficult for the younger generation to give an accurate answer to what the mindset of a top expert is like in their later years.

The world is developing, and human lifespan is also increasing.

For those at the top, this growth is even more pronounced.

Even at nearly ninety years old, Song Xianzong still possessed an extremely strong physique, allowing his opponent to easily pick up a submachine gun and fire, and his opponent also had a sufficiently fast reaction time.

For these people, the only drawback at present is the mismatch between their mind and body.

The older a person gets, the more their consciousness tends to resemble the chaos of childhood.

In this situation, the pursuit of safe survival becomes an instinct.

Infants and toddlers are physically weak; at most, they cry and fuss or bite randomly with their newborn teeth. However, a Sixth Sequence individual, once plunged into chaos, will sever any potential threats.

No one knew what Song Xianzong was thinking, but his descendants were clearly on guard against the attack that this master of the sequence would launch after the chaos subsided.

Perhaps someone misjudged the situation, or perhaps Song Xianzong found it difficult to endure the torment, or perhaps there were other reasons.

These reactions triggered a series of chain reactions.

Even though Song Xianzong was still conscious at this time, the other party was regarded as someone with a chaotic mind.

If you don't want to die, then someone else can die.

This applies even to those who are related to him by blood.

With his left hand, Song Xianzong grabbed Song Sijia's neck and stared at her face for a few seconds.

When the gunshot rang out, he swayed slightly, and the pistol he was holding also swept back.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

The gunshots, rang out almost simultaneously, echoed throughout the shooting range.

Zhang Xuezhou's hand went numb. He saw the bullet shatter the rifle's sight and fly into the alloy storage cabinet behind him.

If he had to rely on his eyes to shoot through the sights, Song Xianzong's shot would have been a headshot.

"Don't move! His marksmanship is extremely high; he can pinpoint and counterattack the moment he fires!"

Just as Zhang Manqian was about to shoot, Zhang Xuezhou quickly spoke up.

A light sweat broke out on Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and a chill ran down his spine.

Accurate shooting is the first level, dodging is the second level, and being able to pinpoint the opponent's location and deliver a precise counter-kill while dodging is the third level of marksmanship.

Zhang Xuezhou's unusual method of locking onto targets with his Law Power allowed him to dodge Song Xianzong's shot.

The sight was penetrated but didn't blow his head off; Zhang Xuezhou could shoot even without a sight, so it didn't have much of a negative impact.

However, it's hard to say what will happen to Zhang Manqian and others if they are attacked in return.

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, then reached out and fired another shot with his rifle. As expected, a retaliatory shot rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou saw that the bullet had passed directly through the direction from which the normal shot had been fired.

"Wow, that's amazing blind firing ability. Guess where I'll fire my next shot?"

Zhang Xuezhou's two shots failed to hit Song Xianzong, and Song Xianzong's two shots also failed to kill Zhang Xuezhou.

He looked at Song Sijia, whose eyes had rolled back as he grabbed her by the throat, and with a slight smirk, he threw his once favorite granddaughter away, firing another shot in retaliation.

The sound of bullets striking metal rang out. Song Xianzong dodged, his right hand already touching the machine gun that Zuo Denggao had previously used for firing.

"Armor-piercing rounds can't kill you, do you think a machine gun would?"

When Song Xianzong tried to use psychological pressure, a sharp click was heard from the trigger of the machine gun.

His finger, which was about to touch the trigger, immediately retracted.

The heavy machine gun has the ability to fire in bursts, but wielding it makes it difficult for him to dodge quickly.

His opponent was undoubtedly a top-notch marksman.

Without showing his head or aiming, the enemy's blind firing accurately hit his location.

To hit the trigger, a component of a firearm, the opponent's shooting skill must be at least as good as his.

"Ziwen has already been killed by me. Song Bu'er couldn't achieve this level of marksmanship. No other Lineage in Western Capital is as skilled with guns as the Song family. Who are you?"

As Song Xianzong asked his question in a deep voice, he was met with another shot.

When faced with this shot, Song Xianzong felt no warning whatsoever.

This time the shot wasn't aimed at the head, chest, or abdomen; it seems the enemy missed.

But when he felt a burning pain in his toes, Song Xianzong quickly lifted his leg.

A hole was punched through his tactical boot, with metal shell casings mixed with blood, flesh, and bone fragments faintly visible inside.

"You're tampering with his hands! You're Song Bu'er! No, Song Bu'er has gone mad! He's outside grabbing clothes and frantically wiping away the blood! You're not Song Bu'er, you..."

Song Xianzong was familiar with every descendant of the Song family, and even knew the characteristics of each person.

Song Bu'er had a habit of tampering with things, which had even become almost an instinct.

This shot had Song Bu'er's style, but Song Bu'er didn't have the ability to blind-fire a gun so easily.

Despite the pain, Song Xianzong leaped again, his body already hidden under the rack of firearms.

At the moment he jumped, Song Xianzong also heard gunshots.

But this time he tucked his hands and feet in advance, and did not encounter this kind of shooting that specifically targets the limbs again.

"Wow, that's some amazing dodging skills. Guess where I'll shoot next?"

Upon hearing the same question, Song Xianzong couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Your voice sounds very young, so your strength shouldn't be too high. What if I force my way in?" Song Xianzong replied.

"Then guess who I am, and whether you can kill me by force?"

Zhang Xuezhou lowered his voice, making it sound deep.

He somewhat regretted not learning the Buddhist monk's ventriloquism.

Deception can indeed be useful in certain situations.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that if he could imitate the voices of Chang Kongluo, Zhu Bufan, and others, it would be of some use.

"Clumsy posturing!"

Song Xianzong spoke in a low voice.

Compared to his experience in shooting, his opponent had excellent blind shooting ability, but clearly lacked experience.

The other party intended to use psychological suppression, but their voice betrayed their true strength.

For today's younger generation, few have entered the Fifth Sequence, let alone the Sixth Sequence.

While their firearms skills are evenly matched, their overall strength is vastly different.

With his pistol tucked into his waistband and his tactical boots removed, Song Xianzong's feet slammed into the ground. He arched his back like a bow, and with a light leap, his body was already attached to the steel frame structure above the shooting range.

His elevated position also allowed him to see several people behind the lockers.

Gunshots rang out again, and he darted out like a nimble cat.

"He's charging at us! Shoot!"

The situation was far from escalating to the point where Zhang Xuezhou wanted to buy time by exchanging fire and use the gunfire to attract the attention of the higher-ups in the Sequence Committee for rescue.

His plan had just begun to be implemented, but in the short time they had been in contact, the voice belonged to a young man, which triggered Song Xianzong's murderous intent.

With a raised hand, Zhang Xuezhou fired a shot, and Song Xianzong leaped forward, covering a distance of nearly five meters in the steel-framed roof area.

If it weren't for his shooting ability, the opponent would have jumped to his side in the shortest amount of time.

Zhang Xuezhou was understandably shocked.

He fired his rifle in bursts, while Zhang Manqian provided support by firing from various directions at the steel frame above. Wang Li, meanwhile, gritted his teeth and fired wildly.

"No matter where he is, just start shooting him indiscriminately!"

Wang Li clutched his gun and screamed wildly.

"They can only defend against direct fire, not against stray bullets or random shots!"

Holding a submachine gun and firing at a Sixth Sequence expert, Wang Li felt like he had gone mad.

But Song Xianzong even beat his own son, Ziwen, to death. Wang Li felt that if he didn't go crazy now, he would never have the chance to go crazy again.