Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 553 Without you, the whole world is lonely! (5)

The metal hook drew an arc in the air and wrapped around the frame of the helicopter diagonally above.

Putting the gun on her back, Mochou directly grabbed the climbing rope connected to the metal hook and jumped with force.

"Don't worry!"

At Diana's call, Mo Chou rushed out of the helicopter cabin like a giant eagle.

Just as Mo Chou left the plane, the entire helicopter completely lost control and rushed towards the downward direction.

Glancing at Mo Chou who was hanging under the opponent's helicopter, Diana quickly jumped out of the hatch.

"Ha...you bastard, you want to fight me!"

Seeing Mo Chou's plane rushing down, Zhuo Yang laughed and straightened up, sitting on the co-pilot seat.

"Okay, let's go!"

The man who was driving the plane breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously looked at the already engulfed camp, screaming luck in his heart, while quickly adjusting the direction of the plane, and flew towards the front.

"Damn, is this woman crazy?!"

At this time, Zhuo Yang saw Mochou, who had already jumped on the landing pad of the plane, clutching the climbing rope, through the hole in the broken glass window.

"Kill her, hurry up!"

The subordinate shook his head helplessly.

"In her position, the machine gun can't hit her!"

After swearing, Zhuo Yang took out the gun directly from his body, stretched his arm through the broken window, and aimed the gun at Mo Chou.

Before he could shoot, Mochou raised the submachine gun hanging on her body with one hand and shot at him.

The bullet broke through the window and hit Zhuo Yang's forehead.

Blood spattered out, and Zhuo Yang stuck it to the broken glass window with an incredulous expression.

"Honey, the person who lied to you is dead!"

Whispering to the ring on the finger of her left hand, Mo Chou directly squeezed the trigger.

He directly killed the subordinate of Zhuo Yang who was flying the plane.

The out-of-control plane swayed a few times before rushing directly downward.

Grasping the handle on the hatch with one hand, Mo Chou looked forward.

In the distance, on the eastern horizon, the first light of morning has appeared.

The hour of dawn, now that it has come.

Letting go of the gun in his hand and letting it fall, Mo Chou clasped his hands together and jumped off the plane.

"Honey, I'm here!"

(End of this chapter)