Chapter 257 Poisonous Mushroom

So Allen put down the shotgun and continued to search the bed.

Finally, Allen found the iron box.

"Damn it! Sure enough, Ming had no peace of mind!"

Allen put the shotgun on the bed, opened the iron box, and Allen took out all the bullets.

But as soon as he started, Allen found something wrong.

"Oh, the bullet is not right!"

Allen opened the shotgun and saw it. He found that the bullet couldn't be put into the shotgun.

His expression suddenly became strange.

"It turns out he had bullets but no way to use them."

"Why do I suddenly want to laugh?"

Allen put the bullets back into iron box. Although the smile on his face was still hanging, it was not warm at all.

"I was wondering why he had been so nice to me. It was because he couldn't beat me. If Ming's bullets were matched, I'm afraid he would have killed me or let me kneel!"

Allen seemed to understand what Ming was thinking.

However, he didn't kill Ming directly and impulsively.