Those who were not born in that era will never be able to understand the great prestige of Mr. Kesma in that era. He is like a legend, tearing the darkness and ushering in the first line of light. Even in the New Party, there are still some people who still remember Mr. Kesma. If the imperial emperor and aristocracy ruled the day, then Mr. Kesma ruled the night.

A huge gunshot sounded and the first of the three new cars appeared, shaking out of control and crashing into the street. The car flew out during a collision between the tires and the teeth. A large amount of water vapor appeared again on the canopy, and the thick man wiped his lens and came down completely from the canopy. The first two times can be said to be unexpected, but after the third shot, the opponent will definitely come to the door and he must move somewhere.

While complaining constantly about Dad, he was thinking about how to modify this weapon that is said to be a certain prince. He hid in a bush not far away, squatted on the ground, raised his shotgun, and pulled it again. trigger.

A guy who got out of the car was knocked out by him, and the horror scene made these people fear. Obviously there are only two people in the other party, but they are powerless. This sense of shame makes them afraid, but also gives them an unwillingness to lose, if they do not hide behind the car and shoot.

Mr. Kesma is nothing like a man in his fifties. Whenever he leaves a place, he must be covered by bullets in the next two or three seconds, but these bullets can't always catch Mr. Kesma. He was like a gentleman in the night, dancing a gorgeous dance on the street alone, every gunshot was a drum accompaniment for him, and the sound of xiuxiu that the bullet was flying was the track.

In less than five minutes, the last drum stopped and an attacker hiding behind the car lay down. He touched the blood on his chest, and a gleam of confusion flashed in his eyes. The small hole in the door exactly reflected the figure of Mr. Kesma's "Great Shore". He stood on the road, motionless, beckoning against the bushes.

The mean young man ran over and scratched his head. "Sir, what shall we do next?"

Mr. Kesma raised his head slightly. "Help me to the evacuation point. I seem to be blinking."

The sound of gunfire at night alarmed many people. The chief of the Aldo Police Station was awakened from the middle of the night by the ringing of a phone. At this time, many policemen had protected the scene and looked at a dozen corpses dying on the street. He had a headache. This is probably the most vicious case this year. The key is that neither side of this case has any hidden thoughts.

As the capital of Cannes, Theodore is not really full of harmony and tranquility, as people see it. There are also killings and rage in places that are out of sight, but those people are very sensible. They have placed these places away from the city. Everyone knows that the governor is a very serious guy. He does not allow things that affect the image of the city to occur.

If it happens, then I am sorry, no matter who these forces are behind, he will be uprooted.

But this time, something really happened.

The police were busy searching for information about the bodies left after the rally. Only after the deceased was identified could another group of people be more effectively found.

While they were busy manipulating the photos of the deceased, Mr. Kesma was in a car returning to the town of Alfalfa.

People seem to be missing something, such as doctors who have begun treatment in hospitals but are unwilling to "wake up". For example, it seems that she is sleeping, but she is kicked into a coma.

No matter how long the case will be noisy, the participants have already gone, and what clues they may be able to find will not help.

Two days later, Mr. Kesma, who was back in the town, was back home with the help of the thick young man. Mrs. Kesma flashed a shock on her face and immediately pushed the young man away to help Mr. Kesma himself, and Examine the injuries on him. But after looking for a long time, she couldn't find it. She looked at him, he looked elsewhere, and after a while, he looked ugly and said, "The waist flashed."

Mrs. Kesma breathed a sigh of relief, only then noticed that Mr. Kesma had another basket in her hand. The basket was covered with a layer of light blue cotton. The basket seemed to be shaking slightly. Her face suddenly appeared happy, and regardless of Mr. Kesma's old waist, he snatched the basket from his hand and opened the cotton cloth, and the whole person was about to melt.

"Is this Mr. Xiaoxima?" She opened the thick quilt, saw what she wanted to see, covered the cotton cloth with satisfaction, and the wind was strong outside. She yelped and called the children, asking them to help Mr. Ksma back home.

At night, the milk mother had already fed the little Mr. Kesma who had been hungry for a while and left. Mr. Kesma was sitting on a rocking chair, holding a beloved pipe, and looking at the shining stars in the sky. What to think about.

For a long time, he slowly said, "These people feel a little familiar to me, and I'm asking people to investigate them."

"Do you know any of them?" Mrs. Kesma was a little surprised. He told her all the things outside, so she thought that she had met people who looked like each other.

Mr. Kesma shook his head. "No, it's their eyes, as they were then."

Just when Mr. Kesma suspected that the messenger behind the group was his old friend, his old friend had the same headache.

At the hospital that day, Mr. Kesma didn't know that, a little further afield, more than one person was watching the battle.

"You mean someone has two weird pistols in his hand, and a hidden sniper uses a shotgun that can burst into a lot of water vapor, right?"

The monitors at that time nodded, "Yes, the pistols in their main combat personnel look very gorgeous, more like decorations than weapons."

Mennon pointed at the door and told the guy to leave. He leaned back in his chair and his brain hurt. When he knew that Alyssa was pregnant, he immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity to seize Du Lin's little lover and his children. Perhaps he was closer to the batch of gold. He did not expect that the first group he sent was inexplicable and there was no response, and then he sent an elite execution team within the party to handle this.

The feedback at the time was that someone was also following Alisa.

This is not an unacceptable thing. Mennon thought that since she could find out the relationship between her and Dulin by monitoring Alyssa, the group of people who had never met before could find out. Now that everyone has discovered this secret, then it depends on who is more effective. He made people not to alarm each other or conflict, and waited until the day of Alyssa's production.

In the event that one accidentally kills one, at least one will be here. This is double insurance.

But he didn't expect ... he covered his face with his hands, and it was a trouble.

According to the descriptions of these people, it was obviously the **** of Mr. Kesma and Layton, maybe not Layton himself, but definitely related to Layton.

Mr. Kesma ’s double guns are from the collection of a hereditary marquis. It is an absolute handed down process. It exceeds the length of ordinary pistols and gives the opponent gun a longer range and higher explosive power. It has always been Kesma. Mr. Beloved weapon. And the spear that would burst into huge water vapor should be the Duke of Willy's shotgun at that time.

He wanted to swear, and he had carefully avoided Mr. Kesma's guy, why did he make contact with this matter again, who was that **** Alyssa, and the **** Dooling and Kesma? What is the relationship between Mr. and Mr. Kesma's family or relatives? Why didn't the **** investigate and tell themselves?

Memnon recalled the "frame post" that had made the nobles tremble. Whenever the black envelope appeared, it meant that someone was leaving the world. He immediately sat up and called his steward, "Immediately, immediately write a letter to Mr. Kesma, tell him the story, tell him that this is our unintentional mistake, we will not chase This line is up, asking for forgiveness. "

As soon as he thought that Mr. Kesma could kill his enemies as "coquettishly" as he did then, Mennon felt squinting and twitching. What could this be? !!

In fact, everyone who knows Mr. Kesma knows that ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Mr. Kesma is a human, but in the dark and long years before dawn, Mr. Kesma used the heads of nobles , Composed his own myth. No one who has received the "frame post" has ever survived. Whether it is a duke or an ordinary baron, he cannot escape the pursuit of Mr. Kesma.

He was injured and more than once, the worst of which he almost died. But he stood up and the nobleman's head was in that gorgeous gold plate. It seems that in everyone's impression, Mr. Kesma is invincible. He may be injured, but he will never die. Even the **** of death is afraid of Mr. Kesma!

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

Including that ambush, Mr. Kesma could escape and rescue Walter. He is an eternal myth.

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

The problem is that now that the myth is about to "fall" on himself, and when he is still likely to become a negative character, Mennon is a little less happy.

He wants to remedy!