People who were not born in that era will never understand Mr. Kesma's great reputation in that era. He was like a legend, tearing apart the darkness and ushering in the first ray of light. Even within the new party, there are those who remember Mr. Kesma fondly. If the emperor and the nobles ruled the day, then Mr. Kesma ruled the night.
A loud gunshot rang out, and the first of the three new cars appeared. It swayed out of control and crashed into the street. The car rolled over when the tires collided with the curb. A large amount of water vapor appeared on the crown of the tree again. The honest man wiped his lenses and came down completely from the crown of the tree. The first two times can be said to be a surprise, but after the third shot, the opponent will definitely come to the door, and he has to move somewhere.
While constantly complaining about his father and thinking about how to modify the weapon that was said to be a certain prince's, he hid in the bushes not far away, squatted on the ground, raised the shotgun in his hand, and pulled the trigger again. trigger.
A guy who climbed out of the car was beaten to death. The horrific scene made these people fearful. There were obviously only two people on the other side, but they were powerless. This sense of shame made them fearful, and at the same time gave them an unwillingness to admit defeat - maybe, if they didn't hide behind the car body and shoot.
Mr. Kosma is nothing like a man in his fifties. Whenever he leaves a place, he will be covered with bullets within the next two or three seconds, but these bullets never catch Mr. Kosma. He was like a gentleman at night, dancing a gorgeous dance alone on the street. Every gunshot was a drumbeat accompanying him, and the sound of bullets flying was the music.
In less than five minutes, the last drum beat stopped, and an attacker hiding behind the car lay down limply. He touched the blood seeping from his chest, and a gleam of confusion flashed in his eyes. The small hole in the car door just reflects Mr. Kesma's "majestic" figure. He stood motionless on the road and waved to the bushes.
The honest young man ran over and scratched his head, "Sir, what should we do next?"
Mr. Kesma raised his head slightly and said, "Help me go to the evacuation point. I seem to be shaking my waist."
The gunshots at night alarmed many people. The Aldo Police Chief was awakened in the middle of the night by the ringing of the phone. He casually put on a coat and rode the police to the scene of the crime. At this time, many police officers had protected the scene. Looking at the dozens of corpses lying dead on the street, he had a headache. This may be the most vicious case this year. The key is that neither party in this case has any hidden intentions.
Ordo, the capital of Canles State, is not really as full of harmony and tranquility as people see it. There are still fights and fights in places out of people's sight, but those people are very rational and they place these places far away from the city. Everyone knows that the governor is a very serious guy and he will not allow things to happen within the city that will affect the city's image.
If it happens, then sorry, no matter who is behind these forces, they will be uprooted by him.
But this time, something big is really going to happen.
The police were busy searching for information on the remains of the bodies after the firefight. Only after identifying the deceased could they more effectively find the other group of people involved in the firefight.
While they were busy comparing photos of the dead throughout the city, Mr. Kesma was already on the bus back to Alfalfa Town.
People seem to have overlooked something, such as the doctors in the hospital who have begun treatment but are unwilling to "wake up". For example, a woman who looked like she was sleeping, but was actually kicked into coma.
No matter how long this case continues to rage, the participants have already gone away. They may be able to find some clues, but it will be of no use.
Two days later, Mr. Kesma, who returned to the town, returned home with the support of the honest young man. A look of surprise flashed across Mrs. Kesma's face, and she immediately pushed the young man away, supported Mr. Kesma herself, and Check his injuries. But after searching for a long time, she couldn't find it. She looked at him, and he looked away. After coming for a while, he said with an ugly face: "His waist flashed."
Mrs. Kesma breathed a sigh of relief, and then she noticed that Mr. Kesma was holding a basket in his other hand. The basket was covered with a layer of light blue cotton. The basket seemed to be shaking slightly. Her face suddenly showed joy, and regardless of Mr. Kesma's old waist, she snatched the basket from his hand, lifted the cotton cloth, and her whole body almost melted.
"Is this little Mr. Kesma?" She lifted up the thick quilt and saw what she wanted to see. She covered it with cotton cloth with satisfaction. It was windy outside. She called the children at the top of her voice and asked them to help Mr. Kesma back home.
In the evening, the wet nurse had fed little Mr. Kesma who had been hungry for a while and then left. Mr. Kesma sat in the rocking chair, holding his beloved pipe in his mouth, looking at the stars shining in the sky. What to think about.
After a long while, he slowly said: "These people feel a bit familiar to me, so I asked someone to investigate them."
"Do you know any of them?" Mrs. Kesma was a little surprised. He told her everything about the outside, so she thought she had met someone with a similar face among these people.
Mr. Kesma shook his head, "No, it's the look in their eyes that's the same as that time."
Just when Mr. Kesma suspected that the instigator behind these people was his old friend, his old friend also had a headache.
Little did Mr. Kesma know that day in the hospital that, further away, more than one person was watching the fight.
"You're telling me there's a guy with two weird pistols and a hidden sniper with a shotgun that shoots out huge bursts of water vapor, right?"
The monitor at the time nodded, "That's right. The pistols in the hands of their main combatants look very gorgeous, more like decorations than weapons."
Memnon pointed to the door and told the guy to leave. He leaned back in his chair, his head hurting. When he learned that Alyssa was pregnant, he immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity to catch Dulin's little lover and his child. Maybe he would be closer to the batch of gold. He did not expect that the first group of people he sent had no reply for some reason, and then he sent an elite execution team within the party to deal with the matter.
The feedback at that time was that someone was also eyeing Alyssa.
This is not something unacceptable. Memnon believes that since he can discover the relationship between Alyssa and Dulin by monitoring her, then the group of people who have never met can also discover it. Now that everyone has discovered the secret, it depends on whose method is more effective. He asked people not to disturb the other party or have any conflicts, and to wait until the day Alyssa gave birth before taking action.
If one of them is accidentally killed, at least one will still be there. This is double insurance.
But he didn't expect..., he covered his face with his hands, now he was in trouble.
According to the descriptions of these people, it was obviously Mr. Kesma and that bastard Layton. Maybe not Layton himself, but definitely related to Layton.
Mr. Kesma's double pistols came from the collection of a hereditary marquis. They are absolutely hand-made craftsmanship. The length beyond ordinary pistols gives the pair of pistols a longer range and higher explosive power. They have always been Mr. Kessma's. Mr.'s favorite weapon. And the spear that bursts out huge water vapor should be Duke Willy's shotgun at that time.
He wanted to curse, but he had carefully avoided Mr. Kesma. Why was he related to this matter again? Who is that damn Alyssa, and those damn Dulin and Kesma? What is the relationship between the two of them? Which one of them is Mr. Kesma's family, or relative? Why didn't those bastards investigate and tell themselves
Memnon recalled the "postcards" that once made the nobles tremble. Whenever the black envelope appeared, it meant that someone was leaving this world. He immediately sat up and summoned his butler, "Immediately, write a letter to Mr. Kesma, tell him the whole story, tell him that this was an unintentional mistake on our part, and we will not pursue him." This line is gone, and I beg his forgiveness.”
Memnon felt his buttocks twitch when he thought that Mr. Kesma could still kill enemies as "coquettishly" as before. What could this be? !
In fact, everyone who knows Mr. Kesma knows that Mr. Kesma is still a human being, but in the dark and long years before dawn, Mr. Kesma used the heads of nobles to compose his own story. myth. No one among the nobles who received the "war invitation" was spared. No matter he was a duke or an ordinary baron, he could not escape Mr. Kesma's pursuit.
He had been injured, more than once, and the most serious one nearly killed him. But he survived, and the noble's head was placed on the gorgeous gold plate. It seems that in everyone's impression, Mr. Kosma is invincible. He may be injured, but he will never die. Even the God of Death is afraid of Mr. Kosma!
When people are in awe of a living myth, he is a myth!
Including the ambush, Mr. Kesma was able to escape and rescue Walt. He is an eternal myth.
Once something is engraved into your bones and soul, it can never be erased!
The problem is that now that the myth is about to "come" to him and he may become a villain, Memnon is not so happy.
He wants to make amends!
(End of chapter)