In the house across the road from the hospital, Mr. Kersma sat behind a desk smoking a cigarette seemingly calmly, but upon closer inspection, his body was shaking slightly, and occasionally the sound of his heels tapping the ground could be heard from under the table. When he learned that Alyssa was being taken to the hospital by ambulance, his whole body became anxious. He had never been so anxious when he gave birth to a child, but he didn't know why when he felt that Alyssa was about to give birth, and the third generation of "Mr. Quesma" was about to be born, his whole heart lifted.

Cigarette after cigarette was smoked, and the room was filled with smoke, and Mr. Kersma had never felt that life was so "heavy". Not to mention a hundred, but seventy or eighty of the nobles who died in his hands in those years, whether 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 never fears life, he only takes life.

But today, he developed something that he was not aware of when his wife gave birth, surprise, shock, apprehension, 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 but stand up again, and walked to the window and looked across the street at the hospital through the glass. He knew how many wards Alyssa was in, but he couldn't see it from this angle.

But it was as if he could see, and he could see a little bit of green growing strongly. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, it was only eight o'clock in the evening, and people had not yet fallen asleep. He would have to wait at least six more hours before he could see his grandson.

He secretly cursed, the next time he saw Durin, he would definitely break Durin's leg. This bastard actually made himself so out of shape, he snorted coldly, making everyone in the room a little baffled. The great and proud Mr. Kersma did not bother to explain his actions, turned and sat down behind the table.

The people in the room were changing their clothes, night clothes, they were wearing several layers of underwear, and then they changed into a gray coat, which tightly wrapped around the body, without an extra piece of cloth. They also prepared gray hoods, as well as an exaggerated mask.

Yes, they plan to rob the hospital at two o'clock in the middle of the night and snatch the child that belongs to Durin, this child can only belong to the Kersma family, and no one can take him away!

Time passed little by little, and when the clock struck midnight, Mr. Kersma changed his clothes. He didn't worry about this group of hairy boys touching his noble grandson, these bastards, don't even think about it.

At the same time, Mr. Kersma was secretly wary that the group of fellows who might have the same intentions as him might also show up today. Last time they found out that someone was spying on Alyssa, and then found these people, but unfortunately they all had hard mouths, one of them chose to jump off the building when he was helpless, and the other two guys were also interrogated for a while, and chose to commit suicide when they couldn't bear it anymore.

This gave Mr. Kersma a vague sense of familiarity, he was not sure who the other party was, but since the other party had chosen to spy on Alyssa, then the other party's intentions might be the same as his.

Dulin was relieved to be outside, he had a way to know about Doolin's recent situation, and he felt that it might be arranged by Doolin's enemies, in order to control Doolin through Alyssa and the child. How could Mr. Kersma allow such a situation to happen? His pride, and his pride and his pride did not allow anyone to harm his grandson, no matter what he did.

Two long-barreled pistols that were different from ordinary pistols were inserted in the pouch behind his back, the ivory and sterling silver decorative handles exuded a classical luxury, he took a deep breath with a cigarette in his mouth, "Let the children guard the passage, the car is ready, and we will go back to the town overnight." ”

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

The other lads had also left to prepare for the final business, and Mr. Kersma dropped the butt of his cigarette on the ground, raised his foot and ran it over, and took out another cigarette.

Time passed little by little, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the whole city fell silent. When the needle was pointing at two o'clock, Mr. Kersma changed into a phikan and walked towards the hospital gate.

The janitor was already asleep, Ordo was the capital of the state of Canlex, and under the new governor's drastic reforms, the security here was much better than expected, and no one would come to the hospital to make trouble, so I really didn't want to do it.

At this time, the 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 make trouble? Believe it or not, you will be blacklisted, and the entire hospital in Ordor will not receive it!

Mr. Kersma strode towards the main entrance of the hospital, and at the moment when one of his feet stepped into the light, an exaggerated mask was fixed to his face. Two guys in exaggerated masks followed him, and the entire hospital was silent, except for the footsteps of three people.

According to the information Mr. Kersma received, he found the fourth-floor ward and pushed the door open.

"Is it a doctor?"

The weak female voice paused Mr. Kersma's steps slightly, and he walked straight inside.

His eyes were immediately attracted by the baby in the cradle, and he didn't care at all about the surprised look of the woman on the bed, who was supposed to be his daughter-in-law, he gently lifted the cradle, looked at Alyssa who had just come back to his senses and shook his head.

"Who are you...... Put down my kids, I'm going to shout!"

Mr. Kersma shook his head again, and at this time, a doctor who was doing his night rounds walked in with his head down and looking at the information, and he faintly felt a few black things in front of him, and he was immediately startled. In the next second, a strange pistol with a muzzle slightly bent outward, like a flare, was aimed at his head.

There was a silence of "shhhh

The doctor slowly raised his hands and timidly stepped back. Mr. Kersma took one last look at Alyssa, who was biting her lip on the hospital bed, and was about to leave when she spoke.

"You're from Doolin, aren't you, bastard, give me back my boy!", she struggled to her feet, not at all afraid of the three men who were not good people at first glance.

Mr. Kersma frowned slightly, took a step and kicked Alyssa in the chin, and the poor woman's brain shook, and her body lost control and fell limply on the bed.

Mr. Kersma walked out of the room with the bassinet in his hand, glancing at the doctor leaning against the wall of the hallway, tilting his head slightly. The doctor was stunned for a moment, and his face quickly showed a sense of realization, and he removed his eyes, turned to the wall, and kissed his head against the wall, and then slid to the ground.

He's a smart man, so that Durin's bastard should be a doctor!

On a whim, Mr. Kersma quickly turned away. Just as they were leaving the hospital gate, two cars with their headlights suddenly appeared in the distance, speeding towards them.

The honest man lying in the canopy of the tree raised the three-eyed gun with a smile, and there were layers of mysterious patterns on the gray and silver barrel, and he aimed at the driver's seat of the first car through a somewhat backward scope, and slowly pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, a large area of water vapor exploded instantly, and he immediately slipped down from the canopy.

This is not good in winter, this specially made shotgun produces a lot of water vapor and is too easy to expose itself. While complaining that his father was unwilling to follow his advice and modify the gun slightly, he re-selected a sniper position, switched a sniper lens, and once again brought the second car into view.

The driver of the first car suddenly shook, and the entire cab was covered with a mist of blood, and the out-of-control car crashed into the outer wall of the hospital and broke down completely.

The second car began to twist forward, and when it was not far from Mr. Kersma, a loud noise came again, and the front windshield was suddenly filled with blood, and the driver subconsciously looked down at the missing half of his body, and could no longer raise his head.

Mr. Kersma glanced at the canopy of trees across the road and at a somewhat hunchbacked pretender beside him, "You're a good son. The little old man was full of smug laughter from under the mask, but the next second he was choked by Mr. Kersma, "Barely have my son ten...... Per cent. ”

He taught the cradle to the little old man, "You go to the evacuation site first, and wait for me for fifteen minutes." ”

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

The people in the two cars in front of them climbed out of the car with their foreheads on their heads, and they looked angrily at the cars in the distance, and concentrated their anger on Mr. Ksma's head.

How many years has it been since I felt this kind of exhilaration?

Mr. Kersma asked himself, maybe this was the real reason for his restlessness before, he had hidden himself for too long, and one day he was going to explode if he was too stressed. Do you know how cruel it is for the gods to raise a few unconscious sons for yourself as a father?

He raised his hand and fired a 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 extravagant elongated pistol spun in a circle in his hand, spitting out angry bullets again.

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