Zhou Xin

Without electronic doors to block out sound and without soundproof glass to reduce noise, it's not surprising that you can hear outside noise while inside the shooting range.

Zhang Xuezhou has a high level of perception in this regard; he can even hear from a considerable distance.

Even though they were at least fifty meters apart, Zuo Denggao's voice had already reached his ears.

Zuo Denggao is not the point; the point is the way Zuo Denggao addressed him as "Committee Member Zhou."

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know how many weekly members the Sequence Committee had, but Zhang Xuezhou felt that the area he was currently in had gone from safe to unsafe.

"Didn't you say before that there was a large amount of ammunition stored at the shooting range?" Zhang Xuezhou asked Song Sijia.

"Yes," Song Sijia nodded, "But those firearms and ammunition require high-level authorization to retrieve, which none of us are qualified for!"

"Mom, can you see the surveillance cameras here?"

"Then, then, and those, aren't those all?"

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Zhang Xuezhou quickly asked Song Fengying a question.

If Song Xianzong were still here, Zhang Xuezhou believed that the firing range, which stored a large amount of ammunition, would not have been detonated.

But now Song Xianzong has run away, and Committee Member Zhou has arrived.

Zhang Xuezhou immediately sensed that this place was fraught with high risk.

The identification instructions Song Xianzong received were clearly related to surveillance. When Song Fengying pointed out the locations of several exposed lines, Zhang Xuezhou's heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go, let's go, hurry!"

Under Zhang Xuezhou's Law Power lock, he had already lost track of Song Xianzong's location.

Going out might lead to a collision with someone and put you in danger, but staying home could mean a significant chance of being caught in an explosion.

Zhang Xuezhou urged everyone on.

Although some doubts remained, the group clearly wasn't going to dwell on them at the moment. When Zhang Xuezhou urged them on, Wang Li immediately kicked aside the door panel blocking their path and crawled out through the broken electronic door.

"That's it!"

Upon hearing Zuo Denggao's excited voice, Zhang Xuezhou immediately quickened his pace.

"Song Sijia, I brought Committee Member Zhou to rescue you. Where is your grandfather?" Zuo Deng shouted.

He had abandoned Song Sijia and fled, and when he saw her again, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but Zuo Denggao quickly regained his composure and called out to Song Sijia with an extremely normal expression.

"Cough cough!"

Although not specifically stated, the current team is clearly led by Zhang Xuezhou.

Song Sijia did not want to respond, nor did she want to associate with Zuo Denggao anymore.

She pointed to her throat with a pained expression, coughed twice, and then followed closely behind Zhang Xuezhou.

When her gaze swept over a middle-aged man with a bronze complexion, Song Sijia opened her mouth, then stopped herself.

"Her throat has been ruptured, so she probably has difficulty speaking right now," the middle-aged man said.

Hey, you, Zhang!

When Zuo Denggao forced himself to ask Zhang Xuezhou and Zhang Manqian, neither of them even glanced at him before quickly brushing past him.

"Zhang what?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Your name is Zhang, Zhang... Hey, Committee Member Zhou is asking for your name!"

Zuo Deng shouted, then bowed and turned to the middle-aged man.

"I've forgotten their names, but their family used to have some connection with the Sinkhole No. 2!"

Zuo Denggao had no interest in remembering the name of a consumable, nor in dealing with people of Zhang Xuezhou's social standing.

Although it was strange that Zhang Xuezhou appeared at the Song family's house, he did not believe that Zhang Xuezhou could interact with him on an equal footing, and he had no interest in anything about Zhang Xuezhou.

This led Zuo Denggao to regard Zhang Xuezhou and others as strangers.

"Zhang Weimeng from Sinkhole No. 2, so you're Zhang Xuezhou!"

The middle-aged man's bronze face was expressionless. When Zuo Denggao reminded him, he quickly dug out a name.

This is a glimpse of him a few days ago when he accompanied Chang Kongluo to find fun activities for the elderly.

At that time, Zhang Xuezhou relied on Zhou Yueyan's video camera to take pictures, and could only see a rather blurry figure.

Only then did he get a clear look at Zhang Xuezhou's face.

"My name is Zhou Xin. My daughter, Zhou Yueyan, once mentioned you," Zhou Xin asked from the back. "Young man, could you give me some information?"

"Song Xianzong is seeking safety after losing his mind and is hostile to the top five members of the Sequence Committee. He may very well be plotting to kill you. This place contains a lot of ammunition; if you go in, you could trigger an explosion!"

"I hope it will be so!"

As Zhang Xuezhou's voice drifted away, Zhou Xin suddenly understood everything in those few short words.

"No wonder Chang Kongluo and Zhu Bufan were both blown up!" Zhou Xin said thoughtfully.

"That kid's name is Zhang Xuezhou, he's just an ordinary person!"

Zuo Denggao glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, then secretly looked at Zhou Xin.

He was also terrified in the Song family area. After fleeing the indoor shooting range, he quickly found a toilet to hide in.

It wasn't until the earth-shaking explosion that Zuo Denggao finally emerged from the toilet, extremely annoyed.

Then he encountered Zhou Xin, who was searching amidst the swirling dust, and accompanied Zhou Xin to this place.

With the top-ranked expert from the Scarlet Alliance State by his side, Zuo Denggao felt very safe. He not only cooperated with Zhou Xin's many questions, but also took the initiative to lead Zhou Xin to find Song Xianzong.

Seeing Zhou Xin's sudden realization, Zuo Denggao felt that all the risky work he had done was worth less than a single sentence from Zhang Xuezhou.

He felt a little resentful, but then he realized that he was the only one who could stay by Zhou Xin's side, and he felt relieved.

"That stupid woman, Song Sijia, didn't even know how to curry favor with powerful figures. If she just rushed off, wouldn't she be more likely to run into that madman, Song Xianzong!"

Zuo Denggao had seen six corpses, and he didn't want to be one of them.

Clearly, the best course of action in such situations is to follow the lead of the powerful, rather than acting rashly on your own.

His face was slightly sullen as he watched Zhou Xin walk toward the indoor shooting range with a solemn expression, and then he followed closely behind.

"Everyone dies eventually, Song Xianzong. Your time is up, why did you do such a thing? You should know that once you lose your mind, that body that survives only through genetic power has no meaning whatsoever!"

Zhou Xin shouted, his fierce eyes scanning every corner of the indoor shooting range.

"You executed Committee Member No. 10, Zhu Tianci, back then. You should know very well that it was just a beast that had lost its mind. The real Zhu Tianci and that body have completely lost their connection!"

Let go of your obsession!

"Come out!"

"As long as you're willing to stay in a designated resettlement house, I guarantee you'll live a normal life until the moment of your physical death!"

Zhou Xin didn't like to talk much, but he had to say more at this moment.

Laws and regulations concerning their own affairs are particularly difficult to formulate, and on how to address the issue of loss of mental capacity in old age, almost every leader holds their own opinion.

This has led to frequent upheavals at the top.

While the loss of consciousness by Zhu Tianci, Wang Jiangtao, and others only affected a small group of people, Song Xianzong's existence involved many more.

The opponent is a top-tier expert in firearms, skilled in cat-like reflexes, possessing both exceptional agility and superior lethality.

The other party was even a top-tier demolition expert.

Zhou Xin eyes scanned his surroundings.

As he felt a sudden tightness in his chest, layers of thick armor appeared around him, and a faint halo floated over his body.

"Defend!"

As he shouted, enveloping the still somewhat dazed Zuo Denggao, another sharp and piercing explosion rang out.