In the house across the road from the hospital, Mr. Kesma seemed to be sitting very calmly behind the table and smoking a cigarette. However, if you look closely, you can see that his body is shaking slightly. Occasionally, he can hear the tapping of his heels from under the table. sound. When he knew that Alyssa was being taken to the hospital by ambulance, his whole body became anxious. He had never been so anxious when giving birth, but he didn't know why when he felt that Alyssa was about to give birth and the third generation of "Mr." Kosma was about to be born, his whole heart was lifted.
As he smoked one cigarette after another, the room was filled with smoke. Mr. Kesma had never felt that life was so "heavy". Not to mention a hundred, but also seventy or eighty, nobles died in his hands over those years. Regardless of whether they were men or women, young or old, he was like a precise and strict killing machine, constantly taking away the lives of nobles. In his understanding, life is not that heavy. He never respects life, he only takes it away.
But today, he developed something that he had not even noticed when his wife gave birth. Surprise, shock, anxiety, and anxiety seemed to have all gathered together. Among the many negative emotions, there are also one or two positive emotions. He couldn't help but stood up again, walked to the window and looked at the hospital across the road through the glass. He knew what ward number Alyssa was in, but she couldn't see it from this angle.
But he seemed to be able to see, and saw a little green growing vigorously. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was only after eight o'clock in the evening, and people had not yet fallen into a deep sleep. He would have to wait at least six more hours before he could see his grandson.
He cursed secretly. The next time he saw Du Lin, he would definitely break Du Lin's legs. This bastard actually made him lose his composure like this. He snorted coldly, leaving everyone in the room a little confused. The great and proud Mr. Kesma did not bother to explain his behavior, turned around and returned to the table and sat down.
The people in the room were changing clothes. They were wearing night clothes. They were wearing several layers of underwear, and then put on a gray coat, which was tightly wrapped around the body without any extra piece of cloth. They also prepared gray hoods and an exaggerated mask.
Yes, they plan to rob the hospital at two o'clock in the middle of the night and take away the child that belongs to Dulin. 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. Kesma also changed his clothes. He didn't trust these frivolous boys to touch his noble grandson. These bastards wouldn't even think about it.
At the same time, Mr. Kesma is also secretly wary that the group of guys who may have the same intention as him may appear today. Last time they found someone spying on Alyssa and found these people, but unfortunately they all had tough mouths. 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 could no longer bear it anymore, I chose to commit suicide.
This gave Mr. Kesma a vague sense of familiarity. He was not sure who the other party was, but since the other party chose to spy on Alyssa, the other party's intention might be the same as his.
He was 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 to control Du Lin through Alyssa and the child. How could Mr. Kesma allow this to happen? His pride, and his pride, would not allow anyone to harm his grandson, no matter what.
Two long-barreled pistols that were different from ordinary pistols were inserted into the gun bag behind his back. The gun handles decorated with ivory and sterling silver exuded a sense of classical luxury. He had a cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath. He took a breath and said, "Let the children guard the passage and prepare the car. We will return to the town overnight."
The little old man nodded and patted his eldest son's arm, which was as thick as a bucket. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Go and do it!" After saying that, he also kicked his son's calf, but his strength was like It felt like it was itching. The eldest son innocently carried a three-eyed gun on his back, jumped out of the fourth-floor window, hugged the branches of the big tree outside the window, and quickly climbed to the top along the trunk, hiding in the In the canopy.
The other boys also left to prepare for the final matters. Mr. Kesma threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and took out another cigarette.
As time passed, 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 robe and walked towards the door of the hospital.
The guard has fallen asleep. Aldo is the capital of Cannes State. Under the new governor's drastic reforms, the security here is much better than imagined, and no one will come to the hospital to cause trouble. That is true. I don’t want to think about it anymore.
At this time, hospitals are all private, and 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 cause trouble? Believe it or not, if you are blacklisted, all hospitals in Orodo will not accept you!
Mr. Kesma strode towards the main entrance of the hospital. The moment he stepped into the light with one foot, an exaggerated mask was already fixed on his face. Two guys wearing exaggerated masks followed him. The whole hospital was quiet except for the footsteps of the three people.
According to the information Mr. Kesma received, he found the ward on the fourth floor and opened the door.
"Is it a doctor?"
The weak female voice made Mr. Kesma pause slightly, and he walked straight in.
His eyes were immediately attracted to the baby in the cradle, and he didn't care at all about the shocked look on the bed of the woman who was technically his daughter-in-law. He gently lifted the cradle and looked at Alyssa who had just come back to her senses and shook it. Shake his 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 was doing night rounds happened to come in with his head lowered and looking at the information. He faintly felt a few dark things in front of him and was immediately startled. The next second, a weird pistol with a muzzle slightly bent outwards, like a trumpet, was pointed at his head.
There was a "shh" sound under the mask, and he shook his head at the same time.
The doctor slowly raised his hands and retreated timidly. Mr. Kesma took one last look at Alyssa who was biting her lips on the hospital bed. Just as he was about to leave, she spoke.
"Are you from Dulin? That bastard! Give me my child back!" She struggled to get up, seemingly not afraid of these three guys who looked like they were not good people at all.
Mr. Kesma frowned slightly, took a step forward, raised his leg and kicked Alyssa on the chin. The poor woman's mind was shaken, her body lost control, and she fell limply on the bed.
Mr. Kesma walked out of the room carrying the baby's cradle. He glanced at the doctor who was leaning against the corridor wall, tilting his head slightly. The doctor was stunned for a moment, and a look of understanding soon appeared on his face. He took off his eyes, turned around and faced the wall, kissed his forehead hard against the wall, and then slid to the ground.
He is a smart man, so that bastard Du Lin should become a doctor!
Mr. Kesma had a sudden idea and quickly turned away. Just as they were leaving the hospital gate, two cars with their headlights suddenly appeared in the distance and drove towards them quickly.
The honest man lying on the tree crown smiled and raised the three-eyed gun. 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 somewhat backward sight. Slowly he pulled the trigger.
There was a loud bang, a large amount of steam exploded instantly, and he immediately slid down from the tree crown.
That's the bad thing about winter. This special shotgun will produce a lot of water vapor and expose yourself too easily. While complaining that his father was unwilling to listen to his advice and slightly modify the gun, he re-selected a sniper position, changed a sniper lens, and once again brought the second car into sight.
The driver of the first car suddenly shook, and the entire cab was filled with blood mist. The out-of-control car hit the outer wall of the hospital and broke down completely.
The second car began to twist forward. When it was not far away from Mr. Kesma, the loud noise came again, and the front windshield was suddenly filled with blood. The driver subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the missing half of the body, and then I can't even lift my head.
Mr. Kesma glanced at the upright tree canopy on the other side of the road, and looked at the hunched pretender next to him, "You are a good son." The little old man's proud laughter came from under the mask, but the next second Mr. Kesma choked, "Barely ten... one percent of my son."
He taught the cradle to the little old man, "You go to the evacuation location first and wait for me for fifteen minutes."
The little old man got into the car and left without any hesitation. Mr. Kesma twisted his neck, and the 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 dizzy, holding their foreheads. They looked angrily at the car driving away, and focused their anger on Mr. Kesma's head.
How many years have it been since you had such a refreshing feeling
Mr. Kesma asked himself, maybe this is the real reason for his previous restlessness. He has hidden himself for too long, and one day he will be under too much pressure and will explode. Gods above, do you know how cruel it is for you as a father to raise a few careless sons
He raised his hand and fired. The guy who had just pulled out his gun and was about to shoot threw his head back and fell to the ground. The luxurious extended pistol spun in his hand and spit out angry bullets.
peng!
(End of chapter)