Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 124 Midnight bedroom, men and women fight! (3)

Mo Chou's body quickly dodged to the right, and Ouyang's fist hit the wall with a dull sound.

Its strength can be seen clearly.

If this punch hits an ordinary person, I'm afraid they will break their bones on the spot.

Dodging the punch, Mo Chou raised her left hand.

The butterfly knife drew a cold light in the air, and it went straight to the opponent's throat.

Ouyang quickly bent back, and the butterfly knife slid across his neck, leaving a dazzling bloodstain.

The faint sting aroused Ouyang's murderous intent.

Putting his right hand on the ground, Ouyang straightened up again, grabbed the right foot kicked by Mo Chou, and twisted it violently.

Taking advantage of the momentum, she spun around in the air, let go of the strong force, and Mo Chou fell directly on the woolen carpet.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the silver sand eagle falling on the corner of the bed, and she instinctively grabbed the gun.

She really knows Ouyang very well.

If it was her before, she could barely fight him in a tie.

But now, her body is still far from before, and her right arm is injured, her strength is greatly reduced.

If she fights alone, she will not have the slightest advantage in front of Ouyang.

Naturally, Ouyang would not let Mo Chou grab the gun, striding forward, he directly grabbed her ankle and lifted it violently.

Then he threw Mo Chou's slender body onto the wall, hit his back against the wall, and pulled the wound on his right arm until it split open again.

He raised his hand and took out the pistol with the silencer installed, and pressed it against Mochou's temple on the ground.

Ouyang's movements are neat, without sloppy at all.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he slowly bent his right index finger.

"Ouyang, are you really going to kill me?!"

Mo Chou asked in a low voice.

Ouyang was taken aback, he never thought that this little girl would know his code name.

Like Mo Chou, Ouyang is not a name, but just his code name in the organization.

While asking, Mo Chou's left hand also silently touched her back.

The rough blade of the Alaskan harpoon survival knife slides noiselessly out of its sheath.

"How do you know me?!"

Ouyang asked coldly.

(End of this chapter)