Chapter 461: The weak defeats the strong
“This chapter on spiritual strengthening is quoted from my encounter with Dr. Ren Anran when I was eighteen years old...”
“Let’s talk about the important point, directly talk about how to practice!”
Zhang Xuezhou carefully thought about stalling for time, but Song Xianzhong was very aware of Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts.
But Song Xianzhong had to let Zhang Xuezhou delay.
At the moment, he could only urge and threaten with a bad look in his eyes.
"Then I will start talking about how to practice spiritual strengthening. The practice of spiritual strengthening originates from the brain. Its first step..."
Not only was he long-winded when he spoke, he also There is constant repetition of nonsense.
But Zhang Xuezhou mixed some real content into the nonsense, which made Song Xianzhong want to attack but had to hold it back.
Zhang Manqian is more familiar with Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying think their son is great, Wang Li is following a reliable figure, and everyone's expressions are solemn and defensive, with no other expressions.
Only Song Sijia was surprised.
She did not expect that Zhang Xuezhou could really communicate normally with this crazy grandfather.
Zhang Xuezhou was stalling for time. Everyone including Song Xianzhong knew that Zhang Xuezhou was stalling for time, but Zhang Xuezhou did it.
Compared to Song Sijia's previous desperate attempt, Zhang Xuezhou solved the problem easily with his mouth.
“We can only wait and see whether Chairman Changkong and others can get here safely!”
Song Sijia held her throat and moaned lowly.
Whether many people can survive to the end, Song Sijia thinks who is the big shot who needs help.
As long as one of the top five masters of the Red Alliance Sequence Committee can come over normally, they will all be able to escape safely.
But it is difficult for Song Sijia to determine whether many important people can pass through the Song family area safely.
“Target No. 1 confirmed!”
"Target No. 2 confirmed!"
"Target No. 4 confirmed!"
A very mechanical electronic sound sounded from Song Xianzhong's waist. Song Sijia's body went cold and she looked at Song Xianzhong with a cold expression. .
“It’s just a regular visitor, keep talking, don’t stop!”
Song Xianzhong looked at Zhang Xuezhou who paused at a key point, and motioned for Zhang Xuezhou to continue explaining.
Song Xianzhong knew Ren Yisheng, but Song Xianzhong did not have any friendly relationship with Ren Yisheng. Only his second son Song Buer had a closer relationship with Ren Yisheng.
But Ren's family has been in ruins all his life, and it is difficult for the Ren family to find any treasures after being squeezed dry.
Song Xianzhong lacked attention to Ren Shengsheng, and was even less interested in any topics that Song Buer mentioned about Ren Shengsheng.
It wasn’t until Zhang Xuezhou told the story that Song Xianzhong felt a trace of regret.
Maybe he should have listened more to Song Buer before, instead of being obsessed with the pursuit of genetic drugs.
The blood potion can give him sufficient genetic fighting ability, and the nourishment of the body can keep his body strong as a middle-aged man, but his real trouble lies in his mental clarity.
This is the main cause of this vicious turmoil in the Song family.
Song Ziwen believed that he had lost his mind at that moment, while Song Xianzhong did not agree that he was as ignorant as a beast at that time and still had his own consciousness.
Kills and counterattacks occurred in a short period of time, which triggered more arrangements to target them.
Song Xianzhong, who was like a beast, might die, but as he still had his sanity, he could not die from the thermal weapon he was most familiar with.
Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's narration, Song Xianzhong inadvertently touched his waist with his fingers.
He was able to maintain a confrontation with Zhang Xuezhou and enter into a temporary peace negotiation, but Song Xianzhong didn't know whether he had the qualifications to face Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, and Zhu Bufan.
Zhang Xuezhou's chattering introduction was still ringing in his ears, while Song Xianzhong's attention almost entirely fell on the alarm on his waist.
"You will not negotiate peace with me. Your purpose here is either to kill me or to break my hands and feet, leaving me to die in mourning. Only...only..."
Looking at the injured self, and then at the injured Zhang Xuezhou and others. Song Xianzhong feels that only when the two sides have been traumatized to a certain extent can the two sides communicate calmly.
At that time, Chang Kongluo and others might be able to speak well, instead of relying on their numbers and strength to suppress him.
"Three, two, one..."
Originally, he wanted to take Changkongluo and the sequence masters who came to the Song family to end his life on the road together, but under the conditions of possible survival, Song Xianzhong He hesitated for two seconds before pressing the control button of the secret key.
“Boom!”
Like a bolt from the blue, a loud sound penetrated the Imperial City area.
Zhang Xuezhou stopped talking nonsense. He had just waved his hand for everyone to squat down, and then there was a shaking feeling from the indoor shooting range.
Many soundproof glass shattered at this moment, violent air waves mixed with various debris poured in crazily.
Wang Li, who was leaning against the electronic door, just made a defensive gesture, and then he and the door were knocked away.
Zhang Xuezhou squatted down and was hit by several people in succession. When he felt the huge pain of the gunshot wound in his chest, Zhang Manqian, who had endured the repeated hits, had his arms propped up to protect him.
"Tai Qing Zhen Shu!"
Zhang Xuezhou whispered, and when the magic power of his palm rippled, a palm was also printed on Zhang Manqian's body.
The hot blood rushing across his face, Zhang Xuezhou glanced sideways at Song Xianzhong, who was nearly a hundred meters away, and then pulled the trigger.
As the instigator, Song Xianzhong obviously found a safer area instead of hiding behind the door like them.
The shock wave and countless fragments swept across, and Song Xianzhong's body only shook slightly.
But his face immediately turned red, and while he was clenching his waist, he looked towards the chaotic and tumbling area.
Song Xianzhong could not tell the other party the exact time when he was going to detonate the rocket launcher and explosives, and he had no obligation to inform these people to stand in a safer position.
But he never thought that he would encounter a stray bullet in this situation.
He couldn't believe that a person could shoot him accurately when he was hit by an explosion. No one could achieve this kind of aim. It could only be a stray bullet, and it could only be a stray bullet.
Song Xianzhong’s judgment is not surprising. Even if it is a blind shot, it still needs to rely on sufficient physical instinct.
He had listened to Zhang Xuezhou's explanation of mental strengthening, and felt that this ability, similar to that of a monk's meditation, could guide concentration, but it was not enough to allow the opponent to shoot with perfect accuracy, let alone hit him if he was hit by an explosion.
“Bang!”
Mixed with the huge noise caused by the aftermath of the shock, a gunshot rang out again.
The pain of being shot for the second time came, and Song Xianzhong could no longer stick to his judgment.
He jumped up, ignoring the blood flowing through his muscles when dozens of glass fragments were ejected.
His five fingers took on the shape of sharp claws, and suction cup-like particles sprouted from the palms of his hands. The rapid switching of genetic abilities allowed Song Xianzhong to easily cross a falling steel frame and avoid a falling steel plate when he stretched out his hand.
The distance of 100 meters is not far, and it only takes more than ten seconds for an ordinary person to sprint.
For master sequencers like Song Xianzhong, the 100-meter sprint time is even shorter.
Although the indoor shooting range was disrupted by the shock wave of the explosion, he used his genetic ability to pass through the obstacles and cut into Zhang Xuezhou's side. The time would not change much.
It wasn't until the third gunshot was fired and the severe pain of a broken left finger came that Song Xianzhong's confidence faded.
"This gun went off!"
The gasping explanation came. When Song Xianzhong came to his senses slightly, he only heard a gunshot, and then felt pain in his left foot.
In addition, his right hand had been shot by Zhang Xuezhou before. When they met again, he had three injuries to his limbs, making it difficult for him to regain the flexibility he had before.
The hundred-meter distance that used to be a leisurely stroll is now a distance that is difficult for Song Xianzhong to cross.
Chang Kongluo and others have not yet arrived, and the signs of his defeat have become obvious.
What he faced was not just a marksman geek, but also a young master who was good at understanding psychology and seizing fighting opportunities.
(End of this chapter)