Cosma Empire

In the house across the road from the hospital, Mr. Kesma seemed to be sitting very calmly behind the table and smoking a cigarette, but careful observation revealed that his body was shaking slightly, and occasionally he could touch the ground with his heels coming from under the table. sound. When he knew that Alyssa was being driven to the hospital by ambulance, his whole body became anxious. He had never been so anxious when he was giving birth, but he didn't know why when he felt that Alyssa was about to give birth, and the third "Mr. Kesma" was about to be born, his whole heart was raised.

Cigarettes were smoked one after another, and the room was filled with smoke. Mr. Kesma had never felt that life was so "heavy". In those years, not to mention a hundred nobles, there were seventy or eighty nobles who died in his hands, no matter men or women, young or old, he was like a precise and strict killing machine, constantly taking the lives of nobles. In his cognition, life is not so heavy, he has never been in awe of life, he only takes life away.

But today, he developed something that he didn't even notice when his wife gave birth, surprise, shock, apprehension, and anxiety, as if all these negative emotions were concentrated without money. Among the many negative emotions, there are also one or two positive emotions. He couldn't help standing up again, walked to the window and looked at the hospital across the road through the glass. He knew which ward Alyssa was in, but he couldn't see it from this angle.

But he seemed to be able to see, seeing a little green growing vigorously. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was only after eight o'clock in the evening. At this time, people had not yet fallen into a deep sleep. He will have to wait at least six more hours before he can see his grandson.

He cursed secretly, the next time he saw Du Lin, he would definitely break Du Lin's leg. This bastard actually made him lose his composure, he snorted coldly, making everyone in the room a little puzzled. The great and proud Mr. Kesma didn't bother to explain his behavior, turned around and sat down behind the table.

The people in the room were changing clothes, night clothes, they wore several layers of underwear, and then put on a gray coat, which wrapped the body tightly without leaving a piece of cloth. They also prepared gray headgear, and an exaggerated mask.

Yes, they planned to rob the hospital at two o'clock in the middle of the night and snatch away the child belonging to Du Lin. This child can only belong to the Kesma family, and no one can take him away!

Time passed bit by bit, and when the clock struck midnight, Mr. Cosma also changed into clothes. He didn't worry about these hands-on boys touching his noble grandson. Don't even think about these bastards.

At the same time, Mr. Kesma is also secretly on guard, that group of guys who may have the same plan as him may also show up today. Last time they discovered that someone was spying on Alyssa, and they found them out, but unfortunately their mouths were very hard. One of them chose to jump off the building when he was helpless, and the other two guys were also being interrogated After a period of time, when I was about to be unable to bear it, I chose to commit suicide.

This gave Mr. Kesma a vague sense of familiarity,

He wasn't sure who the other party was, but since the other party chose to monitor Alyssa, the other party's plan might be the same as his.

He was very relieved that Du Lin was outside. He had a way to know Du Lin's recent situation. He felt that this might be arranged by Du Lin's enemies, with the purpose of controlling Du Lin through Alyssa and the child. How could Mr. Cosma have allowed this to happen? His pride, and his pride and his pride will not allow anyone to hurt his grandson, no matter what.

Two long-barreled pistols, which are different from ordinary pistols, were inserted in the gun pouches on his back. The ivory and sterling silver decorated gun handles revealed a classic luxury. He had a cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath. With a sigh of relief, "Let the children guard the passage, get the car ready, and we will go back to town overnight."

The little old man nodded, and patted his eldest son's arm that was as thick as a small bucket, "Don't you understand what the master said? Go and execute it!" As he spoke, he even kicked his son's calf, but his strength was like Like itching, the eldest son put a three-eyed blunderbuss on his back honestly, jumped out from the window on the fourth floor, hugged the branches of the big tree outside the window, quickly climbed along the trunk to the highest place, and hid in the in the canopy.

The other boys also left to prepare for the last matter. Mr. Kesma threw the cigarette butt on the ground, raised his foot to grind it, and took out another cigarette.

Time passed bit by bit, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the whole city became quiet. When the hour hand pointed to two o'clock, Mr. Kesma changed into a cape and walked towards the gate of the hospital.

The guard is already asleep. Al Odo is the capital of Kanles State. Under the new governor's drastic reforms, the law and order here is much better than expected, and no one will come to the hospital to make trouble. That's true. I don't want to.

At this time, the hospitals are all private. It is not the patients and their families who have the final say on whether to accept patients, but the hospital. Come to the hospital to make trouble? Believe it or not, he was blacklisted, and the entire Al Odo hospital would not receive him!

Mr. Kesma strode towards the main entrance of the hospital. The moment one of his feet stepped into the light, an exaggerated mask had been fixed on his face. Two guys with exaggerated masks followed behind him, and the whole hospital was silent, only the footsteps of three people.

According to the information obtained by Mr. Kesma, he found the ward on the fourth floor and opened the door.

"Is it a doctor?"

The weak female voice made Mr. Kesma pause a little, and he walked in directly.

His eyes were immediately attracted by the baby in the cradle, and he didn't care about the startled face of his daughter-in-law on the bed. He gently lifted the cradle and watched Alyssa, who had just recovered, shake it. Shake your head.

"Who are you...put down my child, I'm going to call someone!"

Mr. Kesma shook his head again. At this time, a doctor who made a night round came in with his head down looking at the documents. He faintly felt a few dark masses in front of him, and was immediately startled. In the next second, a gun muzzle bent slightly outward, aiming at his head like a weird pistol like a trumpet.

There was a "hush" silence from under the mask, and he shook his head at the same time.

The doctor slowly raised his hands and retreated timidly. Mr. Kesma took a last look at Alyssa who was biting her lip on the hospital bed. She was about to leave when she spoke.

"Are you from Du Lin? That bastard! Give me back my child!" She struggled to get up, as if she wasn't afraid of these three guys who didn't look like good people at all.

Mr. Kesma frowned slightly, took a step and kicked Alyssa's chin. The poor woman lost control of her body and fell limply on the bed.

Mr. Kesma walked out of the room carrying the baby cradle. He glanced at the doctor leaning against the corridor wall and tilted his head slightly. The doctor was stunned for a moment, and a sense of understanding quickly appeared on his face. He took off his eyes, turned around and faced the wall, kissed his forehead and the wall forcefully, and then slid down to the ground.

He's a smart guy, so that bastard Doolin should become a doctor!

Mr. Kesma suddenly turned around and left. Just when they had just left the gate of the hospital, two cars with headlights on suddenly appeared in the distance, driving towards them quickly.

The simple and honest man lying on the canopy raised the three-eyed gun with a smile. There were layers of mysterious patterns on the gray-silver gun barrel. He aimed at the driver's seat of the first car through a slightly behind-the-scenes scope. Slowly pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, a large cloud of water vapor exploded instantly, and he immediately slid down from the treetop.

This is the bad thing in winter, this kind of special shotgun will produce a lot of water vapor, and it is too easy to expose yourself. While complaining that his father didn't want to listen to his advice and modify the gun a little, he chose a new sniper position, changed a sniper lens, and brought the second car into sight again.

The driver of the first car was shocked suddenly, and the entire cab was covered in blood mist. The out-of-control car hit the outer wall of the hospital and broke down completely.

The second car began to twist and move forward. When it was not far from Mr. Kesma, the loud noise came again, and the front windshield was suddenly filled with blood. The driver subconsciously looked down at his half-missed body, and then I can't lift my head either.

Mr. Kesma glanced at the upright canopy across the road, and looked at a somewhat hunchbacked pretender beside him, "Your son is not bad." The little old man's smug laughter came from under the mask, but the next second Being choked by Mr. Kesma, "Barely ten...one percent of my son."

He taught the cradle to the little old man, "Go to the evacuation location first, and wait for me for fifteen minutes."

The little old man got into the car and left without the slightest hesitation. Mr. Kesma twisted his neck, and several bright spots in the distance became brighter and brighter from far to near.

The people in the two cars in front climbed out of the car in a dazed state holding their foreheads. They looked angrily at the car going away, and focused their anger on Mr. Kesma.

How many years have you not had this kind of joyful feeling?

Mr. Kesma asked himself, maybe this was the real reason for his restlessness before, the self who had been hiding for too long, one day the pressure was too great to explode. Gods, do you know how cruel it is for a father to raise a few troubled sons?

He raised his hand and shot, and a guy who had just pulled out his gun and was about to shoot fell to the ground with his head up. The luxurious extended pistol spun around in his hand, and then spit out angry bullets.

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