Those who were not born in that era will never be able to understand the great prestige of Mr. Kersma in that era, he is like a legend who tore through the darkness and ushered in the first ray of light. Even in the New Party, there are some who remember Mr. Kersma vividly. If the emperors and nobles ruled the day, then Mr. Kersma ruled the night.

A loud gunshot rang out, and the first of three new cars, staggering out of control, crashed into the side of the street, and in a collision of tires with curbs, the car flipped over. A large amount of water vapor appeared on the canopy again, and the honest man wiped the lens and completely came down from the canopy. 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 will have to move somewhere.

While constantly complaining about his father, and thinking about how to modify this weapon that was said to be a certain prince, he hid in the bushes not far away, half-crouched on the ground, raised the shotgun in his hand, and pulled the trigger again.

A guy who climbed out of the car was blown out of his body, and the horrific scene made these people feel terrified. Obviously there were only two people on the other side, but they couldn't do anything, and this sense of shame made them frightened at the same time, but also gave birth to a kind of unwillingness to admit defeat, if they hadn't hid behind the car and shot.

Mr. Kersma was not at all like a man in his fifties, and every time he left a place, he would inevitably be covered in bullets for the next two or three seconds, but these bullets would never catch Mr. Kersma. He was like a gentleman at night, dancing a magnificent dance alone in the streets, and every gunshot was a drum beat to accompany him, and the sound of the bullets flying Xiuxiu was that track.

In less than five minutes, the last drum beat stopped, and an assailant hiding behind the car lay limp down, feeling the blood oozing from his chest, a flash of confusion in his eyes. The small hole in the door of the car just reflects the figure of Mr. Kersma's "great shore". He stood on the road, motionless, and beckoned to the bushes.

The honest young man ran over and scratched his head, "Sir, what are we going to do next?"

Mr. Kersma raised his head slightly, "Help me to the evacuation point, I seem to be flashing my waist." ”

The sound of gunfire at night alarmed many people, and the chief of the Orodore police department was awakened by the ringing of the phone in the middle of the night, and he casually put on a coat and rode the police to the scene of the crime. At this time, there were already many police officers who protected the scene, and he had a headache when he looked at the dozen or so corpses lying on the street. This may be the most vicious case this year, and the key is that neither side of this case has the slightest hidden mind.

Ordo, as the capital of the canton of Canle, is not really as harmonious and tranquil as one might see. There were fights and fights in places out of sight, but those people were very sensible, and they placed these places away from the city. Everyone knows that the governor is a very serious guy, and he does not allow things to happen within the confines of the city that affect the image of the city.

If it happens, then I'm sorry, whoever is behind these forces will be uprooted by him.

But this time, something really is going to happen.

The police were busy looking for information about the corpses left behind in the fight, and only after identifying the deceased could they more effectively locate the other group of people in the fight.

While they were busy going around the city to compare the pictures of the dead, Mr. Kersma was already in the car back to Alfalfa.

People seem to overlook something, such as doctors in hospitals who have already started to receive treatment, but are reluctant to "wake up". For example, it looks like she is sleeping, but in fact she is kicked to a coma.

No matter how long the case continues, the participants are gone, and they may be able to find any clues, but to no avail.

Two days later, Mr. Kersma, who had returned to the town, returned to his house with the help of a simple young man, and Mrs. Kersma, whose face flashed with astonishment, immediately pushed the young man away, and personally helped Mr. Kersma, and examined his injuries. But after looking for a long time, she didn't find it, she looked at him, he looked elsewhere, and after coming over for a while, he said with an ugly face: "The waist flashed." ”

Mrs. Kersma breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did she notice that Mr. Kersma was carrying a basket in her other hand, covered with a layer of pale blue cottoncloth, which seemed to be shaking slightly. Her face suddenly showed joy, and she snatched the basket from his hand, and lifted the cotton cloth, and her whole body was about to melt, regardless of Mr. Kersma's old waist.

"This is Mr. Quesma, isn't it?", she lifted the thick quilt and saw what she wanted to see, and covered the cotton cloth with satisfaction, and the wind was strong outside. She called the children at a loud voice and asked them to help Mr. Kersma back to her home.

In the evening, when the nurse had fed the little Mr. Kersma, who had been hungry for some time, and had gone away, Mr. Kersma sat in a rocking chair, smoking his beloved pipe, and looking at the stars shining in the sky, and he was thinking.

It took a long time before he said slowly: "These people feel a little familiar to me, and I asked people to investigate them." ”

"Do you know one of them?", Mrs. Kersma was a little surprised, he had told her everything outside, so she thought that among them she had met someone who looked alike, for example.

Mr. Kersma shook his head, "No, it's their eyes, the same as they did then. ”

Just when Mr. Kersma suspects that his old friend is behind the men, his old friend has the same headache.

Little did Mr. Kersma know that on the day at the hospital, there was more than one person watching the battle a little further away.

"You're saying there's a guy with two weird pistols in his hand, and a hidden sniper with a shotgun that shoots out a lot of water vapor, right?"

The monitor at the time nodded, "That's right, the pistols in the hands of their main combatants seem to be very ornate, more like ornaments than weapons. ”

Memnon pointed to the door and told the guy to leave. He leaned back in his chair, his brain aching. When he found out that Alyssa was pregnant, he immediately realized that this was the perfect opportunity to capture Durin's little lover and his child, and perhaps he would be closer to the gold. He didn't expect that the first batch of people he sent would inexplicably not hear back, and then he sent the party's elite enforcement team to deal with the matter.

At that time, the feedback was that someone was also eyeing Alyssa.

This was not something unacceptable, and Memnon thought that if he could find out about her relationship with Durin by spying on Alyssa, so would the group of people he had never met. Now that everyone has discovered this secret, it is up to us to see whose means are more effective. He told people not to alarm each other, not to have conflicts, and to wait for the day Alyssa gave birth before doing it.

When the time comes, if you accidentally kill one, at least one more is there, which is double insurance.

But he didn't expect it...... He put his hands on his face, and now he was in trouble.

According to the description of these people, it is obvious that Mr. Kersma and Layton are the bastards, maybe not Layton himself, but definitely have something to do with Layton.

Mr. Kersma's twin guns are from the collection of a hereditary marquis, which is an absolute heirloom craft, and the length beyond ordinary pistols gives the pair of pistols a longer range and higher explosive power, and has always been Mr. Kersma's favorite weapon. And the spear that would burst out with huge water vapor should be the shotgun of Duke Willie at that time.

He wanted to curse, he had already carefully avoided Mr. Kersma, why did he have a connection in this matter, who the hell was that damn Alyssa, and what was the relationship between that damn Durin and Mr. Kersma, who of the two of them was Mr. Kersma's family, or relatives, or whatever? Why didn't those bastards investigate and tell themselves?

Memnon recalled the "shelf" that once made the nobles tremble, and every time that black envelope appeared, it meant that someone was leaving this world. He sat up at once, summoned his butler, and asked for his forgiveness at once, to write a letter to Mr. Kersma, telling him what had happened, telling him that it had been our unintentional mistake, that we would not be chasing the line. ”

At the thought of Mr. Kersma being able to kill the enemy as "coquettishly" as he did back then, Mennon felt a twitch in his eyes, what is this?!

In fact, everyone who knows Mr. Kersma knows that Mr. Kersma is just as human, but in the dark and long years before the dawn came, Mr. Kersma used the heads of nobles to compose his own myths. None of the nobles who received the "post" were spared, not dukes, nor ordinary barons, could escape the pursuit of Mr. Kersma.

He had been wounded, and more than once, the most serious of which he almost died. But he survived, and the nobleman's head was placed on the splendid gold platter. It seems that in everyone's impression, Mr. Kersma is invincible, he may be injured, but he will never die, even the Grim Reaper is afraid of Mr. Kersma!

When people are in awe of a living myth, he is a myth!

Including the ambush, Mr. Kersma was able to escape and rescue Walt, and he is an eternal myth.

Once something is carved into the bones and into the soul, it can never be erased!

The problem is that now when the myth is about to "befall" on him, and he may still become a villain, Memnon is a little less happy.

He's going to remedy!