First lady's personal tutor

Morgan was terrified.

Before that, he thought that his super level Brazilian war dance could definitely defeat Wang Yong, thus establishing his reputation as the world's first secret agent.

But I didn't expect that Wang Yong was just teasing him and deliberately enjoying his Brazilian war dance.

When Wang Yong really showed his strength, the situation immediately reversed. All of a sudden, Morgan had an image in his mind.

Wang Yong is no longer Wang Yong, but a python with a bucket of thick and thin body.

Like the dragon in Chinese mythology, the python opens its tusks and bites at him.

This fierce image is directly rooted in Morgan's mind, which makes Morgan's whole body tremble and slow down.

This is the meaning of boxing.

Wang Yong learned boxing from Abraham. When imitating the animal, by imagining the real appearance of the animal, we can make ourselves present the animal's look and breath, which is naturally lifelike.

Just like Liu Xiaolingtong, a famous TV actor, he has imitated monkeys for so many years. The instinct of monkeys has been immersed in his bones. So when the six year old boy moves his mind and makes a monkey move, even if he doesn't wear the clothes of Monkey King, people will wonder how he can look like this.

In fact, it's also a kind of boxing, but it's not used to attack people. It can only be regarded as the projection of spiritual momentum in other people's hearts.

The python Wang Yong imitates is full of aggressiveness, which naturally has deterrence and fear projected into Morgan's mind.

"The meaning of boxing? It's fast to learn St. Michael's eyes flashed and he said in a cold voice.

However, in his view, Wang Yong's boxing is a little childish, which is totally incomparable with his religious pure spiritual power. As soon as the two sides meet, Wang Yong will be suppressed by his mental power and fall into a state of dementia.

Lack is fear. This is St. Michael's evaluation of Wang Yong, but he is very conceited.

"Wake up!" Morgan is an ally of St. Michael. He doesn't want to see Morgan die.

He just spits out a string of words, and then Morgan wakes up.

At this time, Wang Yong's fists just reached Morgan's head. His fists turned into the upper and lower jaws of the snake. When the fists were in line, Morgan's head would be exploded immediately.

Wang Yong's move is to take Morgan's life.

As for the agreement with Guoan, where is there so much fantasy at this critical moment? One is the other. In order to fulfill the agreement, we can't bear to kill people, instead, we can trap ourselves.

Wang Yong was about to kill Morgan, but Morgan woke up.

Morgan's reaction was also very fast. In a flash, he was in an ugly posture similar to a son of a bitch entering the shell. He shrunk his head down and threw his whole body to the ground.

Although it looks very indecent, it effectively avoids Wang Yong's attack.

Before, Morgan was a fighting cock with high morale. He thought that Wang Yong was a little bug. He chased Wang Yong and flapped his wings to swallow him up.

Who knows that Wang Yong turns around and becomes a python. How can a python be eaten by a chicken? On the contrary, boa constrictors eat chicken. So Wang Yong immediately restrained Morgan and almost killed him.

As soon as he saw Morgan awake, Wang Yong immediately knew that it was St. Michael who had done something.

Among the people present, he is the only one who can do this.

"It's a gentleman to watch chess without saying a word. Lord, it's a disgrace to the nobility." Wang Yong glanced at St. Michael and sneered.

But St. Michael laughed and said, "I'm willing to stand by and watch the battle. I don't want to take part in it. It's already very noble. It's no insult just to rescue Mr. Morgan. What's more, we are enemies. How can we say that we are silent? "

Wang Yong gave a cold hum and didn't answer. It seems that I can't say Saint Michael. I'm willing to give up.

But the next second, St. Michael's heart suddenly threatened.

Without time to think about it, St. Michael immediately fell to the ground.

Bang!

There was only a shot, but a bullet came straight at St. Michael's chest.

But Wang Yong quietly picked up a gun in the gap of his speech, and almost took the opportunity to hit St. Michael.

"What a pity!" Wang Yong can't help shaking his head secretly. At the same time, he has a further understanding of St. Michael's strength in his heart.

It's really hard to deal with people who exercise their mental strength through religious practice. Because their mind cultivation is very pure, their mental power becomes extremely sharp, and they almost have the ability to perceive the cicada before the autumn wind moves.

Just now, Wang Yong just aimed his gun at St. Michael, but he noticed it all at once, which made Wang Yonggong fall short.

It's also strange that Wang Yong's timing is too hasty. If he is more patient and takes out the sniper's attention, Saint Michael will never be so easily aware of it.

Even if he had a similar perception, he would at least be able to detect the bullet after it was released.

At that time, with Saint Michael's skill, his chances of avoiding bullets were very slim.

That's why some religious masters in history still can't play with overheated weapons. It's because they only have the ability of perception, but they have no power to avoid disasters.

In Chinese traditional culture, the saying of "cicada's foresight before autumn wind moves" is different.

The strength of the master who turns his strength up is already very strong. If he cultivates his soul to pure perfection, there is really nothing to kill him.

No matter how skillful a sniper is, no matter how well he conceals, as long as the bullet comes out of the chamber, he will be found eventually. At the moment when the gun comes out, the master of traditional Chinese arts can react and evade in an instant.

Not to mention that there may not be a perfect hidden sniper in the world, who can hide the hunch of the "autumn wind does not move cicada foreknowledge" master.

It's usually the sniper who locks into the realm of "autumn wind". The sniper has been killed.

That kind of state is fascinating.

"Go to hell!" Morgan took advantage of Wang Yong's shooting at St. Michael's moment and bounced from the ground.

For example, Wang Ba, who has escaped the danger, suddenly stretches his head and limbs out of the shell and rushes to Wang Yong.

Morgan had gloves on his hands, daggers on his feet and a razor on his waist.

As long as you hold Wang Yong and trap him with caporali's locking technique, those deadly weapons will be embedded in Wang Yong's body.

Although it may not be able to take Wang Yong's life at once, it can at least make Wang Yong half dead and lose his general combat effectiveness.

Morgan's timing is very good.

However, Morgan forgot one thing.

Wang Yong has a gun in his hand.

After he noticed Morgan's action, Wang Yong didn't even think about it. When his toes were on the ground, he leaned back. At the same time, it was Wang Yong who pulled the trigger.

Use the backstop to make room for the muzzle and shoot.

Cold weapons versus hot weapons, no matter how delicate Morgan's insidious weapons are, they are not abnormal things like Lin Qianyan's death scythe. It's still going to be suppressed by bullets.

Morgan's face changed at the sound of the bullets.

"Shit! I'm a shabby! " Morgan scolded himself in his heart, angry that he forgot that Wang Yong had a gun in his hand.

He changed his figure in a hurry, grabbed the iron fence of the cell with a bang, imitated Wang Yong's previous method, and tried to avoid bullets.

But when Wang Yong shot, he deliberately scattered the bullet points to avoid Morgan's escape.

Morgan was right in Wang Yong's mind. He just heard two puffs, and two bullets went directly into Morgan's shoulder blade.

He picked up a big ball of blood, then came out from behind Morgan and hit the wall.

"Ah Morgan let out a roar of pain and fell to the ground.

Wang Yong didn't plan to stop using the advantage of weapons. He turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at Morgan.

Morgan could not help but cry out: "Lord, help me!"

St. Michael snorted and scolded: "waste."

Then he took a step to the dungeon, which had an impact on the war situation.

Wang Yonggang could not help shaking his hand when he tried to pull the trigger, but he did not consciously take the muzzle of the gun to the side. The sound of the gun rang out, and a series of bullets were all empty, hitting the prison door.

Morgan, who fell to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, endured the sharp pain of his shoulder blade, ran to the door and shrank behind St. Michael.

Wang Yong's face became a little ugly.

St. Michael's mental repression is really annoying. In terms of spiritual power, it is more disgusting than that of Abraham. Because he can even affect people's actions, such as Wang Yong's mind just now, which makes Wang Yong pull the trigger action mistakes.

But Abraham could only block Wang Yong's heart and make him dull.

"It looks like we'll have to fight again. Mr. Morgan, you falsely call yourself the first secret agent of the CIA, but you didn't even force out Mr. Wang Yong's card. You really deserve this reputation. Or is your CIA not as powerful as Longji? " St. Michael's relentless attack on Morgan road.

Morgan's face was reddish.

Saint Michael is right. Compared with Wang Yong, he is not qualified to be called the first agent. Wang Yong's strength is more than double that of him! But let him admit that this is the gap between the CIA and Longji, he is really not reconciled. In his mind, the CIA is the strongest. What is Longji?

It's just that Morgan has no face to say that at the moment, otherwise it will only be more humiliating.

"Mr. Wang Yong, before the formal fight, I want to say one thing. If you are willing to give up the little girl and hand over the mental skill of the king of war, the agreement between us is still valid. I can take these little festivals as if they didn't happen. How about that? " St. Michael is still determined.

Wang Yong takes a look at Hu Li'er in the cell. Hu Li'er holds Yuan Lin's arm tightly and is obviously very afraid. The beautiful little face was full of tears.

Even if Wang Yong doesn't know Hu Fei and doesn't accept Hu Fei's support, he may want to protect the little girl.

"Sorry, I refuse. I'll get what I want. I don't need someone else to do it for me. " Wang Yong shook his head and said.

"There's no way." St. Michael sighed, his white hands spread out, shining almost transparent in the light.

All of a sudden, Saint Michael grabs Wang Yong's empty hand, and Wang Yong feels a flower in front of him, and countless visions are created out of thin air.