Chapter 4898: Take good care of my car

"The rope is swinging so hard now, can you hit him?"

"That's not necessarily true. My marksmanship is very good."

The agent said, leaning down, holding the pistol and shooting downwards, but the rope kept shaking, and Mo Nanjue climbed very fast, so all the shots he fired were empty, and he didn't hit even once.

After all seven bullets were fired, Mo Nanjue was still fine. The agent panicked and wanted to change the magazine, but it was too late...

I saw a figure flashing past below. Mo Nanjue quickly climbed up along the rope. He grabbed the cabin door handle with one hand and jumped up with force——

The man's tall and muscular figure appeared in front of them, and several agents were stunned. They couldn't believe that he climbed up with just a rope!

Even though they have received so many years of professional training, they may not be able to do it. Not to mention their arm strength, they cannot pass the psychological level.

"Hurry up and get the gun!" An agent came to his senses and immediately became alert, "Catch him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three agents rushed over together——

There was not much space in the helicopter. Two agents grabbed Mo Nanjue's arms from both sides, and the other kicked him in the abdomen. This was their usual move and the most effective one.

Mo Nanjue let them grab his arms. When the third person kicked his leg, he suddenly raised his leg to clamp his calf, then used the force to lift his legs and knocked the man to the ground!

The two people beside him were startled. Mo Nanjue barely paused. He immediately raised his long legs and kicked one of them in the abdomen. When he screamed in pain and bent over, he suddenly turned sideways and threw the other person hard towards him.

…

"ah--"

The bodies of the two agents were thrown together with great force. The third one tried to stand up, but Mo Nanjue made a precise roundhouse kick and kicked him directly towards the cabin seat, making a loud bang!

The three of them were lying there in too much pain to stand up. Mo Nanjue stood up straight, and the cold wind outside the cabin door blew up the hem of his suit, like an unshakable god of war. The agents squinted their eyes in pain.

I really don't dare to move anymore.

Otherwise, the bones will probably be broken...

Mo Nanjue twisted his wrist, swept his sharp eyes over, and asked coldly, "Who said you wanted to shoot me down with a gun?"

"..."

None of the agents dared to answer.

Does the CIA spend money to support this kind of trash?!

Mo Nanjue sneered, he picked up the safety rope on the side, tied the three people up and pushed them out of the cabin door, all hanging in the air...

"Ah -" the agent screamed, and then found himself being hung, struggling with his limbs, "What are you doing? Pull us up!"

Mo Nanjue's peach blossom eyes were slightly squinted due to the strong wind, and the corners of his eyes were upwardly curved, charming and cold, "Be with my car, it's cold alone in the wind."

Agents, "..."

Mo Nanjue flicked the dust off his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the cockpit.

The driver recognized him and was already trembling with fear. As soon as Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand, he immediately stood up and raised his hands, "I don't know how to fight! Master Jue, I, I will listen to you in everything..."

Mo Nanjue glanced at him and said, "Go and sit on the edge."

The driver immediately sat on the edge obediently. He didn't dare to move, but just glanced at him from time to time. He was going to...

Mo Nanjue sat down in the cockpit of the cabin. He held the rudder and joystick and began to fly the helicopter skillfully.

The pilot didn't dare to move now. He knew how to fly a plane, so he was of no use...
Chapter completed!