In the house across the road from the hospital, Mr. kesma seems to be very calm and smoking behind the table, but careful observation can find that his body is shaking slightly, and occasionally the sound of putting his heels under the table can be heard. When he knew that Alisha was taken to the hospital by ambulance, the whole person became anxious. He didn''t feel so anxious when he gave birth to his own child, but I don''t know why his whole heart was raised when he felt that Alisha was about to give birth and the third generation of "Mr. kesma" was about to be born.


    One cigarette after another, the room was filled with smoke. Mr. kesma had never felt that life was so "heavy". In those years, there were not only 100 nobles who died in his hands, but also 70 or 80 nobles. Regardless of men and women, young and old, he was like an accurate 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 bred something that his wife didn''t notice when she gave birth, surprise, shock, uneasiness and anxiety, as if these negative emotions were concentrated without money. Among the many negative emotions, there are one or two positive emotions. He couldn''t help standing up again, went to the window and looked at the hospital across the street through the glass. He knew how many wards Alisha was in, but he couldn''t see it from this angle.


    But he seemed to be able to see that a little green was growing healthily. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was only more than 8 p.m. at this time, people had not fallen into deep sleep. He needs to wait at least another six hours before he can see his grandson.


    He cursed secretly. The next time he saw Turin, he was sure to break Turin''s leg. The bastard let himself be so rude. He snorted coldly, which made everyone in the room a little confused. The great and proud Mr. kesma disdained to explain his behavior, turned back to the table and sat down again.


    The people in the room are changing their clothes, night clothes. They wear several layers of underwear, and then change into a gray coat, which tightly wraps their body without an extra piece of cloth. They also prepared gray headgear and an exaggerated mask.


    Yes, they plan to rob the hospital at two o''clock in the middle of the night and rob the child belonging to Dulin. The child can only belong to the kesma family, and no one can take him!


    Time passed bit by bit. When the midnight bell rang, Mr. kesma also changed his clothes. He doesn''t trust these careless boys to touch his noble grandson, these bastards, don''t think about it.


    At the same time, Mr. kesma is also secretly wary that those guys who may have the same plan as him may appear today. Last time, they found someone watching Alisha, and then found them. Unfortunately, their mouths were very hard. One guy chose to jump from a building when he was helpless, and the other two guys chose to commit suicide when they were about to be unable to carry it for a period of time.


    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 monitor Alisha, the other party''s plan might be the same as him.


    Dulin is outside. He is very relieved. He has a way to know Dulin''s recent situation. He thinks it may be arranged by Dulin''s enemies. The purpose is to control Dulin through Alisha and the child. How could Mr. kesma allow this to happen? His pride, his pride and his pride do not allow anyone to hurt his grandson, no matter what he does.


    Two long barrel pistols different from ordinary pistols were inserted into the gun bag behind him. The handle decorated with ivory and Sterling Silver showed a classical luxury. With a cigarette in his mouth, he took a deep breath, "let the children guard the passage, the car is ready, and we go back to town overnight."


    The little old man nodded, patted his eldest son''s arm as thick as a bucket, "don''t you understand what the master said? Go and do it!" and said he kicked his son''s calf, but his strength was like itching. The eldest son simply and honestly carried a three eye gun on his back, jumped out of the window on the fourth floor and hugged the branches of the big tree outside the window, Quickly climbed up the trunk to the highest place and hid in the canopy.


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


    As time went by, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the whole city was quiet. When the needle pointed to two o''clock, Mr. kesma changed a phikan and walked towards the gate of the hospital.


    The guard has fallen asleep. Orlando is the capital of kanles state. Under the drastic reform of the new governor, the public security here is much better than expected, and no one will make trouble in the hospital. That''s really not good.


    This has the final say that hospitals are private, and patients are not the ones who have the final say, but the hospital has the final say. Make trouble in the hospital? Believe it or not, the whole Orlando hospital will not receive it!


    Mr. kesma strode towards the main gate of the hospital. At the moment when one of his feet stepped into the light, an exaggerated mask had been fixed on his face. Two guys with exaggerated masks followed him. The whole hospital was quiet, only the footsteps of three people.


    According to the information Mr. kesma got, he found the ward on the fourth floor and opened the door.


    "Is that a doctor?"


    The weak female voice gave Mr. kesma a little pause, and he went straight in.


    His eyes were immediately attracted by the baby in the cradle. He didn''t care about the surprise of his daughter-in-law in bed. He gently lifted the cradle and looked at Alisha who had just recovered and shook her head.


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


    Mr. kesma shook his head again. At this time, a night ward round doctor came in with his head down looking at the information. He faintly felt the dark things in front of him and was immediately surprised. The next second, the muzzle of a gun bent slightly outward, and a strange pistol like a trumpet pointed at his head.


    There was a hush under the mask and shook his head at the same time.


    The doctor raised his hands slowly and withdrew timidly. Mr. kesma finally took a look at Alisha clenching her lips on the hospital bed. She was about to leave when she spoke.


    "Are you Dooling''s man? That bastard! Give me back my child!" she struggled to get up, as if she was not afraid of the three guys who were not good at first sight.


    Mr. kesma frowned slightly, took a step, raised his leg and kicked Alisha''s chin. The poor woman''s brain shook, her body lost control and fell soft on the bed.


    Mr. kesma walked out of the room with his baby cradle. He glanced at the doctor leaning against the corridor wall, leaning his head slightly. The doctor was stunned for a moment, and his face soon showed a clear. He took off his eyes, turned to the wall, forced his forehead to kiss the wall, and then slipped to the ground.


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


    Mr. kesma had a whim and soon turned away. Just as they were leaving the hospital gate, two cars with headlights suddenly appeared in the distance and drove towards them quickly.


    The simple and honest man lying on the tree crown raised the three eye gun with a smile. There were layers of mysterious patterns on the gray and silver gun barrel. He aimed at the driver''s seat of the first car through a somewhat backward sight and slowly pulled the trigger.


    With a loud bang, a large amount of water vapor exploded in an instant, and he immediately slipped down from the tree crown.


    This is not good in winter. This special shotgun will produce a lot of water vapor, which is too easy to expose itself. While complaining that his father didn''t want to listen to his advice, he modified the gun a little, reselected a sniper position, changed a sniper lens, and brought the second car into sight again.


    The driver of the first car was suddenly shocked. There was a blood mist in the whole cab. The runaway car hit the outer wall of the hospital and broke down completely.


    The second car began to twist forward. When it was not far from Mr. kesma, the loud noise came again, and the blood filled the front windshield. The driver subconsciously looked down at his half missing body and couldn''t lift his head again.


    Mr. kesima glanced at the upright canopy across the road and looked at a slightly hunchbacked pretender around him, "you''re a good son." under the mask, the little old man was full of proud laughter, but the next second he was choked by Mr. kesima, "barely ten... One percent of my son."


    He taught the cradle to the little old man, "you go to the evacuation site first and wait for me for 15 minutes."


    Without hesitation, the little old man got into the car and left. Mr. kesma twisted his neck. 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 holding their forehead. They looked at the car away angrily and focused their anger on Mr. kesma''s head.


    How many years have you not had such a pleasant feeling?


    Mr. kesma asked himself, maybe this is the real reason why he was restless before. He hid himself for too long. One day, the pressure is too great to break out. Do you know how cruel it is for a father to raise a few careless sons?


    He raised his hand and shot. A guy who had just pulled out his gun to prepare for shooting fell to the ground with his head up. The luxurious extended pistol revolved in his hand, and then spewed angry bullets.


    peng！