Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 216 Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you... (8)

The remaining punks turned their faces at the same time.

Seeing Mo Chou, he was stunned for a full two seconds, and one of them, a tall, thin guy in a flash motorcycle suit, came back to his senses.

"She's here..."

This guy's voice was as dry as a duck's.

In the silence of midnight, it is particularly harsh.

The little gangsters who were looking around rushed over here quickly.

Mochou raised her left hand and flung out the knife.

At the same time, the right hand draws the knife back into its sheath.

When he lifted it up again, the silver Sand Eagle was already in his palm.

Bang bang bang!
A knife pierced into the chest of the guy in the flash motorcycle suit, and Mochou's gun also rang out.

Triple burst!

One of the three punks who rushed over had a headshot and two were hit in the chest.

Dodging into the shadow beside her, Mo Chou shrunk her figure.

Ding Ding Deng!
The sound of footsteps came from all directions, accompanied by the sound of the motor of the locomotive.

Taking a breath, Mo Chou suddenly came out of her hiding place.

While quickly moving to the opposite side, he quickly fired.

Of the four guys rushing forward, one was shot in the arm, one was shot in the head, and one shot was shot at the fuel tank of the fast-moving locomotive.

The motorcyclist was scratched by the shrapnel that bounced off his wrist, and the motorbike lost control in an instant.

He rushed directly to several people rushing from behind.

Although they dodged in a panic, they were still slow.

Bang!
The motorcycle exploded directly, and in an instant, the two people on the motorcycle became people on fire.

The opponent's bullets also quickly shot towards Mo Chou's hiding place.

The bullets hit the wall of the steel shed with sparks, making a piercing sound.

The people in the hut have already been woken up.

But no one dared to turn on the light.

No one dared to poke their heads out to watch.

At such times, hiding at home and not showing up is the wisest choice.

When the opponent's bullets were thinning out, Mo Chou rushed out again.

She moved quickly while shooting, and soon, three more punks fell under her gun.

A sudden coolness flashed across his back.

Gunshots sounded.

(End of this chapter)