Poison's plan was to blow open the iron door of Jim's cabin.

"Second Lieutenant, maybe you will detonate the ammunition inside."

"I don't care about that much anymore. I just have to try my luck. Besides, Jim only puts the guns outside and most of the ammunition is in the warehouse behind."

Seeing that Poison was so determined, those men immediately took action.

Ten minutes later.

Accompanied by this loud "bang" sound, a large cloud of smoke rose up.

Poison's plan was successful.

The iron gate was blown open, and even a large piece of the wall around the iron gate was blown open.

More importantly, the ammunition in Jim's cabin was not detonated.

If the ammunition inside is detonated, the entire house will cease to exist.

Poison waited outside for a few minutes until the smoke cleared.

He then walked inside with his pistol raised.

Those "chichi, chichi" sounds have disappeared.

There were twenty or thirty green little guys lying on the ground.

This is not the first time Poison has seen these guys.

During the previous shooting in the small restaurant, he and his men were busy shooting.

After these little green men were shot, most of their bodies turned into slurry, leaving only some incomplete torsos.

Poison hasn't taken a closer look at what these guys look like.

Now take a closer look, these guys are really ugly.

A ferocious and ugly face, with two rows of teeth as fine as sawtooths.

There is also a pair of sharp little claws.

The only thing that's a little funny is that these guys have bloated bellies.

After seeing a pile of mutilated bones in the corner of the house, Poison felt sick.

He knew what was in the bellies of those little green men.

"Hoo ho, ho ho"

There was a sound of snoring in the room.

Poison knew that most of these little green men should have just fainted from the shock and would wake up sooner or later.

He said to several men who were following him: "Drag these things out and shoot each one."

"It's the second lieutenant"

Several men dragged these unconscious little green men out one by one.

Listening to the constant gunshots outside, Poison's mood improved a lot.

He found the lover of his dreams on the shelf.

That exquisite revolver.

Although it was knocked upside down by the shock, its appearance was not damaged.

"Click" He carefully checked the structure of the pistol and found that there was no problem.

Look at the empty magazine.

Poison frowned, the bullets used were not general purpose bullets.

He took out a bullet and tried to put it into the magazine, but found that the bullet was one size smaller.

Poison searched on the counter and display shelves, but no bullets were found.

He raised his feet and walked inside.

Poison has done a very systematic investigation and research on Jim's cabin.

I know there is a small warehouse in the back.

The small warehouse was Jim's residence and where the weapons store stored ammunition.

From the front to the warehouse, you have to pass through a corridor.

At the end of the corridor is Jim's kitchen.

At the other end is a small warehouse.

Poison walked to the kitchen first.

As expected, the drain cover in the kitchen was lifted.

He walked over and kicked the lid shut.

After Poison found a few heavy objects to put on them, he turned around and walked towards the small warehouse.

He walked to the warehouse door.

The warehouse door is closed.

Poison reached out and pushed, but did not push the warehouse door.

Is there someone else hiding inside?

"Dong dong, dong dong" Poison raised his foot and kicked the warehouse door hard.

"Boss Jim, are you in there?"

There was no answer inside.

But Poison was keenly aware of the sound of breathing in the house.

"If there is really no one inside, we have to blow the door open with gunpowder."

"Don't blow up, don't blow up, don't blow up"

"Why won't someone open the door? We are from MI6."

"Powell and I are old friends. Thank you for his kindness on my behalf."

"Open the door first"

"I don't understand why you have to open the door!"

"I have to confirm that you are not a bad person who broke in. If you can't be sure, Director Powell won't let me go."

"Wait a moment"

"Kara, Kara"

There was a slight friction of metal, followed by a collision sound.

The iron door opened a crack, revealing a fat, dark face.

Poison recognized this face. It was indeed Jim, the owner of the weapons store.

Poison stretched out his hand to grab the door panel and exerted force.

"Crash!" As soon as the door was opened a little, it was pulled.

The door and doorpost were tightly locked with a thick chain.

There was a sneer on Jim's face: "Now that you have seen me, you can report to Powell."

Poison looked at him: "No, how can I be sure if there is a gangster behind you with a gun pointed at your back!"

The muscles in Jim's face were twitching.

Yes, the door gap is very small, but it is impossible for the person in front of you to see your entire body.

And even if he sees it, he can still say, "That man is hiding behind the door with a gun!"

"If you don't open the door, I will have to have the gunpowder brought over. When it comes to lighting the fire, Boss Jim, please stay away. If I hurt you, I won't be able to explain to Director Powell."

The corners of Jim's mouth twitched, these white people were so discriminatory to black people.

He has made up his mind to wait until this matter is over.

I must let McKinsey take care of the guys from MI6.

"Clatter" Jim opened the door.

Poison walked into the room and looked around.

"Now are you sure I am the only one in this warehouse?"

Jim looked at the poison and said.

Poison nodded: "Now I am sure you are safe."

"Then you can go"
To be continued...