Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 204 Little beauty, I have been waiting for you for a long time! (4)

The bullets whizzed by, but Mo Chou didn't feel any timidity in her heart.

Seeing that she was about to hit the wall, she suddenly retracted her legs and pushed back hard.

The slender body immediately flew backwards, turned his left hand, and shot several times.

Accompanied by gunshots, several of the men in black were shot by her immediately.

Although there are many people in black in the courtyard,

However, not many actually have guns, and most of them hold Japanese swords or other controlled knives.

Most of the people Mo Chou hit were people with guns.

While shooting, her right hand loosened again.

The body slid down again, and it was already less than one person's height from the ground.

Her legs flew away, and four men in black were kicked away by her.

When the men in black saw her fall, they rushed towards her immediately.

These guys don't seem to care about the gun in her hand at all.

Mo Chou also unceremoniously fired continuously, reaping the lives of several people again.

Anyway, these guys are all full of evil, and she won't hesitate to kill them.

The light of a knife flashed in the air, and a long, narrow Japanese sword was also pointed at her, and her arm holding the gun slashed straight at it.

Mo Chou let go of the climbing rope in her hand and jumped backwards at the same time.

While dodging the Japanese knife, she had already landed on the ground.

At this time, the little brothers who had escaped had already rushed to her.

The Japanese sword in his hand, various knives, and steel pipes just greeted her.

Shortening quickly, Mo Chou put the gun in her hand back into the holster on her leg.

In close combat, the power of gunshots is far less sharp than that of cold weapons.

Moreover, she doesn't have many bullets, so it's better to save as much as possible.

The slender figure shuttled in the bright knife light.

Strong as a leopard, sensitive as a cat.

The soft body bends into an incredible arc.

The sharp fists and feet and the cold blade were accompanied by dull groans and the sound of blood spurting out.

On that delicate and pure face, the expression was as cold as death.

That pair of seemingly soft and boneless palms harvested life mercilessly.

(End of this chapter)