"Is it……"
Hearing the name Julius Levy, the expression on Alexander Thomas' face slowly faded away.
Briar Cook stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car moved slowly.
Alexander Thomas looked out the window, his expression darkened for a while.
Three years, still can't forget that thing?
The pain in the heart began to torment Alexander Thomas.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it tremblingly.
Amidst the smog, Alexander Thomas' thoughts seemed to return to that thunderstorm night three years ago.
That night, he lost a comrade-in-arms like a big brother.
That night, Michelle Lester cried until she fainted.
That night, he went on a killing spree...
Even the rain in the sky is red.
Not for anything else, just because the one who lost was Alexander Thomas' big bro
