Alexander's Destiny

December 25, 2020, 12.13 AM and 19 seconds.

Inside the gray six-story building.

The place was brightly lit.

Hurried footsteps sounded in the corridors.

The atmosphere was unprecedentedly heavy and oppressive.

In the surveillance room.

"Captain Victor!

"Anthony!

"Wipe yourselves. Don't catch a cold again." The young agent, Sona, said with concern.

They were soaked in the rain, their hair sticking to their heads.

She brought over a few hot towels from somewhere.

"Here, take this." She looked at the pale-faced Victor and Anthony and said.

At the headquarters.

After receiving the emergency orders from the higher-ups, the two of them returned to the police headquarters in a daze.

Victor took a towel and looked up.

He looked at Sona blankly.

"Yes, thank you." He responded.

Sona handed Anthony another towel.

The warm white towel pasted onto his cheek.

Victor was still fine.