Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 33 The black locomotive rushing out suddenly!

Throwing the bag on her shoulders violently, she fell towards the last person. Mochou jumped up with both feet and kicked the two people on the left and right into the air at the same time.

Turning around in the air, the person landed behind the last person, and the butterfly knife in his hand pressed against the person's throat.

All the movements are done in one go, it's complicated, but it's only the time of two breaths.

Falling behind the last person, Mo Chou was slightly out of breath.

The explosive power of this body is not bad, but there is still a gap between her physical fitness and her previous one.

After all, as an agent, all he received was devil training.

"Who are you?!"

Mo Chou asked coldly in the ear of the boy caught by her.

This boy is obviously still a rookie, with Mo Chou's knife pinned to his throat, but his mind is still in a state of ignorance.

"Let go of him, or I will kill you!"

While the parrot was cursing, he took out a gun from his leather jacket.

Mo Chou was slightly startled, and after only one glance, she recognized that it was an old-fashioned 54, with average lethality and accuracy.

What surprised Mo Chou was not the opponent's gun, but the fact that the opponent had a gun.

In such an inland city, dare to find a 54 pistol without a silencer in an alley, this parrot head obviously has a lot of background.

"Humph!"

Mo Chou snorted coldly, and the butterfly knife in her hand tightened by two points.

"You can give it a try, is my knife faster or your gun faster!"

Her face was calm, but her eyes quickly observed the terrain.

There is a dead end behind him, and it is not easy to simply escape like this.

At this time, the three boys who fell to the ground quickly supported the big man whose artery had been severed by Mochou.

The sound of the booming motor quickly approached, and when the parrot turned its head instinctively,
A black Harley motorcycle has rushed behind him.

Knocking the head of the parrot into the air, the black locomotive rushed to Mo Chou in an instant, braked and turned its tail magnificently.

"Get in the car!"

A deep voice came eagerly from under the black helmet.

Mo Chou pushed the boy he was holding in her hands out, and jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle.

(End of this chapter)