Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Nobody's here."

Wilson went in first, followed by several of his men.

Anran's house was quite simple, with a set of tables and chairs, a bed, a television, and some other small miscellaneous items. There was almost nowhere to hide.

However, a distinct sense of everyday life can be seen, as there is a plate of pastries on the table in the center of the room.

Wilson waved his hand: "Search it."

"Yes, Captain."

Immediately, people started searching the house.

Wilson walked to the table, his gaze unconsciously falling on the plate of pastries.

We set off early in the morning and didn't eat much along the way. To be honest, Wilson was getting a little hungry.

"No one found, Captain," the person searching the main room reported first.

Wilson remained expressionless, picked up a green pastry from the table, and popped it into his mouth.

Chapter 23 [This cake is poisonous!] Version 2.0

"No one found, Captain!" the subordinate who had been searching the house reported to Wilson.

Wilson remained expressionless, picked up a green pastry from the table, and popped it into his mouth.

Its green color is as green as jade, and just looking at the color makes one's mouth water.

The pastry was only about half the size of Wilson's fist. He opened his mouth and easily swallowed the whole pastry.

It's a bit chilly.

Wilson realized that the hype had died down, and since it was just about filling one's stomach, there weren't many other requirements.

He began to chew the pastry in his mouth.

Although the small pastries were cool, they were still very soft. Wilson took a small bite and found that the pastries were crushed, and the fragrance of mung beans instantly spread in his mouth.

The soft yet not greasy taste made Wilson raise an eyebrow.

The taste was surprisingly good; you'd want to eat another one after finishing one.

Although the place she lived in was very dilapidated, the fact that she had a television and such food showed that this woman knew how to enjoy life.

Wilson swallowed the mung bean cake.

"Captain, there's no one in the kitchen either!"

Someone else returned to report to Wilson.

Wilson nodded and reached for another pastry on the table.

There were 10 in the plate.

Chew, chew...

"Captain, there's no one in the restroom!"

Wilson remained silent, quietly chewing his pastry.

It tastes good and is filling. The only downside is that it's a bit cold, but that's not a big deal.

"Captain, we haven't found anyone in the yard either!" The last two men walked in from outside.

Wilson placed the gun on the table and looked up. The room was simply furnished, and the not-so-thick beams were clearly not big enough to hide a person.

Is the person not at home?

Wilson looked around.

The war has already broken out; it would be difficult to handle if we fled beforehand.

How can you find someone in this chaotic crowd?

“Let’s go check the roof again,” Wilson said.

No place should be overlooked.

"Yes!" One person turned and left.

Wilson's gaze swept over the remaining four people: "Eat something, everyone. None of you have eaten anything since this morning."

The four people remained motionless.

Seeing that no one came up, Wilson said again, "Please don't be shy, everyone. These pastries taste pretty good."

Since Wilson had already said so much, the others didn't stand on ceremony and each grabbed a pastry to put in their mouths.

Wilson took another pastry from the remaining three and was about to put it in his mouth when his expression suddenly changed.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

Wilson slowly raised his left hand, which was holding the pistol, and pressed it against his chest. His eyes widened, and his expression turned somewhat ferocious at that moment.

"This cake..."

Wilson's right hand twitched, and the pastry he was holding fell onto the table. He stumbled, and his right hand immediately braced itself on the table.

"poisonous!!!"

"team leader!"

Several of his men were startled by the sudden turn of events and immediately dropped the pastries they were holding.

One of them, who had been eating quickly and had already swallowed the pastry, turned pale with fright upon seeing Wilson's appearance. He immediately ran to the toilet and vomited violently.

"Well--"

Wilson felt completely drained, as if a large portion of his strength had been suddenly pulled away. His muscles were stiff and powerless, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

Fortunately, a pair of strong arms reached out in time, their powerful hands reaching under Wilson's armpits and supporting his limp body.

"Captain, Captain!" The subordinate who was lifting him was named Rabian. He called out to Wilson, his eyes filled with panic.

The other two quickly gathered around.

It's over.

Hearing the shouts from inside the house, Stowe, who was patrolling outside, rushed in and immediately saw the limp Wilson. He asked in bewilderment, "Captain, what happened?"

Rabian said in a deep voice, "The captain ate the pastries on the table and was poisoned."

"poisoned?"

Holy crap.

Stowe was stunned for a moment, then rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a ladle from the water tank, scooped up a large ladle of water, and rushed out again.

"Quickly, quickly, turn the captain over."

Stowe shouted.

Rabian and the others quickly did as he was told, and Stowe began pouring water into Wilson's mouth while patting Wilson's back.

"Ugh!" Wilson groaned.

If Anran or some other player were here, they would definitely see -15, -15 constantly floating above Wilson's head.

With everyone working together, after a series of actions, Wilson finally... stopped struggling.

The gunfire continued, and the smoke of battle still lingered.

Stowe paused for a moment, then threw down the ladle and shakily held his hand up to Wilson's nose.

Rabian and the other two stared intently at Stowe.

Stowe sighed and shook his head.

Hopeless!

"Captain!" Rabian shouted.

Stowe and the other two fell silent.

He died before achieving his goal.

They only found one address, and then the captain was killed. His death was so inexplicable.

“Where’s Kane?” Stowe asked.

"Kane?"

"I just saw him go into the restroom."

Why are you going into the toilet?

Stowe frowned. The captain is dead, what is Kane up to at a time like this?

He hurried into the bathroom and saw Kane lying face down on the toilet.

“Kane—” Stokes roared.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Besides Rabian, the other two rushed in.

……

In the living room/bedroom of Anran's house, Wilson and Kane lay neatly together.

Wilson was beyond saving, but Kane was doing alright, because he was eating very little and was still clinging to life.

Rabian remained silent, while Stowe subtly emerged as the leader of the group.

“Logically, they shouldn’t have known we were coming,” Stojkov said. “The pastries are cold too, they don’t seem like they were prepared on purpose. Unless…”

“Unless what?” Rabion asked.

Stowe said in a deep voice, "Unless that local tyrant betrayed us and revealed our information to this person living here a long time ago."

Upon hearing this, Rabian became agitated: "Fine, I'll make him pay with his life for the captain!"

He finished speaking and started to walk outside.

Stowe quickly grabbed Rabian.