Morgan was terrified.

He previously thought that his super-level Brazilian war dance would definitely be able to defeat Wang Yong and establish his reputation as the world's No. 1 agent.

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

When Wang Yong really showed his strength, the situation immediately reversed. An image appeared in Morgan's mind.

Wang Yong is no longer Wang Yong, but a giant python with the thickness of a bucket.

The giant python soared through the clouds, just like the dragon in Chinese mythology, opening its fangs and biting at him.

This sharp imagery was directly rooted in Morgan's mind, making Morgan's whole body tremble involuntarily, and his movements slowed down.

That's boxing intent.

Wang Yong learned the fist intent from Abraham. When imitating that animal, by imagining the real appearance of the animal, it makes itself present the demeanor and breath of the animal, which is naturally vivid.

Just like the famous TV actor Liu Xiaolingtong, he has imitated monkeys for so many years, and the monkey's instinct has been soaked in his bones. Therefore, the six-year-old child moved his mind and made a monkey movement casually, even if he was not wearing the clothes of the Monkey King, everyone would be amazed how it could be so similar.

In fact, this can be regarded as a kind of fist intent, but it is not used to attack people, it can only be regarded as a projection of spiritual momentum in the hearts of others.

The giant python imitated by Wang Yong was full of aggression, and it naturally had deterrence and fear in Morgan's mind.

"Fist intent, it's fast to learn!" St. Michael, who was watching the battle, said coldly.

However, in his opinion, Wang Yong's fist intent is really a bit pediatric, and it is completely incomparable with his religious-style pure spiritual power. As soon as the two sides looked at each other, Wang Yong would immediately be suppressed by his mental power and fall into a state of dementia.

Don't be afraid. This is St. Michael's evaluation of Wang Yong, but St. Michael is very conceited.

"Wake up!" Morgan was St. Michael's ally, and St. Michael didn't want to see Morgan die.

He just spat out a string of words lightly, and saw the distracted Morgan suddenly sober up.

At this time, Wang Yong's fist just reached Morgan's head, and his fists turned into the upper and lower jaws of the snake, and the fists were together, which could immediately blow Morgan's head off.

Wang Yong's move left no room for error, that is, under the guise of asking for Morgan's life.

As for the agreement with the national security, where can there be so much to think about in this kind of life-and-death situation? If you kill one by one, you can't bear to be a killer in order to fulfill the agreement, but instead trap yourself in it.

Seeing that Wang Yong was about to kill Morgan, who knew that Morgan woke up.

Morgan's reaction was also extremely fast, and in an instant, it was an ugly posture similar to Wang Ba's shell, his head shrank down, and his whole body was lying on the ground.

Although this style looks very indecent, it effectively dodged Wang Yong's attack.

Morgan was a scrappy fighting before, thinking that Wang Yong was a little worm, chasing Wang Yong and flapping his wings, wanting to swallow Wang Yong in one bite.

Who knew that Wang Yong turned around and turned into a giant python, how could a giant python be eaten by chickens? On the contrary, pythons want to eat chickens. Therefore, Wang Yong made a mark on the momentum and almost killed Morgan.

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

Of all the people present, he was the only one who could do this.

"Watching chess is silent, true gentleman, Your Excellency Lord is really insulting to the noble demeanor. Wang Yong glanced at St. Michael and said mockingly.

St. Michael, however, laughed and said, "I am willing to stand by and watch the battle, and I am already very aristocratic if I don't participate." It's just a rescue for Mr. Morgan, which is not an insult. Besides, we are enemies, so how can we say that we are silent about watching chess?"

Wang Yong snorted coldly and did not answer. It seems that St. Michael can't be said anymore, and he willingly admits defeat.

But in the next second, St. Michael's heart suddenly had a warning in his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, St. Michael immediately fell to the ground.

Bang!

I heard a gunshot rang out, but I saw a bullet coming and shooting straight into St. Michael's chest.

But it was Wang Yong who quietly picked up a gun between words and almost took the opportunity to hit St. Michael.

"It's a pity!" Wang Yong couldn't help but shake his head secretly, and at the same time, he had a further understanding of St. Michael's strength in his heart.

This kind of person who exercises his spiritual strength through religious practice is really difficult to deal with. Because they have cultivated their minds very purely, their spiritual power has become extremely keen, and they almost have the ability to perceive the cicada before the autumn wind moves.

Just now, Wang Yong just pointed his gun at St. Michael, and he was suddenly aware of it, which made Wang Yong's achievements fall short.

It's also to blame Wang Yong for choosing the timing too hastily, if he was a little more patient and took out the sniper's concentration, St. Michael would definitely not be so easy to detect.

Even if he had similar perceptions, he would not notice until the bullet was discharged.

At that time, with St. Michael's skills, the chances of him dodging the bullet were slim.

This is also the reason why some religious masters in history still can't play hot weapons, because they have no ability to perceive, but they have no strength to avoid disasters.

In the Chinese national arts, "the autumn wind does not move the cicada" is different.

The strength of the master who has risen to the top is already very strong, and if he cultivates his soul to pure perfection, there is really nothing that can kill him.

No matter how clever a sniper is, no matter how well he is hidden, as long as the bullet is discharged, he will eventually be discovered. And the moment it is discharged, the master of national arts can react in an instant to dodge.

Not to mention that there may not be that kind of perfectly hidden sniper in this world, who can hide the premonition of the master of "the autumn wind has not moved the cicada".

It is usually the sniper who locks on to the master of the "Autumn Wind" realm, and the sniper has already been killed.

That kind of realm is fascinating.

"Die!" Morgan took advantage of the moment when Wang Yong shot St. Michael, and bounced off the ground.

For example, Wang Ba, who had escaped the danger, instantly stretched out his head and limbs from the shell, and rushed to Wang Yong with lightning speed.

Morgan has gloves in his hands, daggers on his feet, and razors around his waist.

As long as you hold Wang Yong and use Caporali's locking technique to trap Wang Yong, those deadly weapons will be embedded in Wang Yong's body.

Although it may not be able to kill Wang Yong at once, at least it can toss Wang Yong half to death and lose his general combat effectiveness.

Morgan grasped the timing very well.

Morgan, however, forgot one thing.

Wang Yong has a gun in his hand.

After noticing Morgan's movements, Wang Yong didn't even think about it, his toes were a little on the ground, and his body leaned back. At the same time, a clicking sound came out, but it was Wang Yong who pulled the trigger.

Use the recline to make room for the muzzle and fire.

Cold weapons vs. hot weapons, no matter how delicate Morgan's ruthless weapons are, they are not perverted things like Lin Qianyan's Death Scythe after all. Still to be suppressed by bullets.

As soon as he heard the sound of bullets, Morgan's face changed.

"Damn, I'm a Shabi!" Morgan scolded himself in his heart, angry that he had forgotten that Wang Yong had a gun in his hand.

He hurriedly changed his body and grabbed the iron fence of the cell with a bang, imitating Wang Yong's previous method to dodge the bullets.

It's just that when Wang Yong shoots, he deliberately scatters the bullet points, so as not to dodge Morgan.

Morgan was right in Wang Yong's mind at this time, only to hear two pops, and two bullets directly drilled into Morgan's shoulder blades.

Pick up a large ball of blood, then go through Morgan's back and hit the wall.

"Ahh

And Wang Yong didn't plan to stop using the advantage of the weapon at all, so he turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Morgan again.

Morgan couldn't help but fly, shouting, "Lord save me!"

St. Michael snorted coldly and scolded: "Waste." ”

Then I saw him take a sharp step into the dungeon, and this step had an impact on the battle situation.

Wang Yong's hand that was about to pull the trigger couldn't help but shake, but he unconsciously deflected the muzzle of the gun, and the gunshot rang out, and a series of bullets were all empty and hit the cell door.

Morgan, who fell to the ground, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, endured the sharp pain in his shoulder blades, ran to the door with a snort, and shrank behind St. Michael.

Wang Yong's face became a little ugly.

This mental suppression of St. Michael's is really annoying, and in terms of pure spiritual power, it is even more disgusting than Abraham's. Because he can even affect people's movements, such as affecting Wang Yong's mind just now, which made Wang Yong's action of pulling the trigger wrong.

Abraham was only able to block Wang Yong's mind and make Wang Yong sluggish.

"Looks like we're going to have to fight. Mr. Morgan, you are in vain to be the first agent of the CIA, and you have not even forced out Mr. Wang Yong's hole cards, which is really worthy of this name. Or is your CIA inherently inferior to Dragon's Back?" St. Michael hit Morgan mercilessly.

Morgan's face was reddish.

St. Michael is right, he is really not qualified to be called the first agent compared to Wang Yong. Wang Yong's strength is more than twice as high as him! But let him admit that this is the gap between the CIA and the dragon's back, he is really unwilling. In his heart, the CIA is the strongest, what is Dragon's Back?

It's just that Morgan doesn't have the face to say this at this moment, otherwise it will only be more embarrassing.

"Mr. Wang Yong, before the official fight, I want to say a word. If you are willing to give up this little girl and hand over the heart of the king of soldiers, the agreement between us will still be valid. I can pretend that these little festivals didn't happen, what?" St. Michael was still unrelenting.

Wang Yong glanced at Hu Li'er in the prison cell, Hu Li'er hugged Yuan Lin's arm tightly, obviously very afraid. The pretty little face was full of tears, and she was pitiful.

Even if Wang Yong didn't know Hu Fei and didn't accept Hu Fei's entrustment, Wang Yong probably couldn't help but want to protect this little girl.

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

"Then it can't be helped. St. Michael sighed, his white palms spread out, shimmering with an almost transparent sheen in the light.

Suddenly, St. Michael's palm grabbed Wang Yong's void, and Wang Yong felt a flower in front of him, and countless visions were generated out of thin air.