"Eternal azure!"
Jonathan Pannier stepped out of the city hall, raised his head, and looked at the grim sky. A sliver of sunlight struggled to break through, trying to illuminate the world.
Some people were polluting this world.
Similarly, there were those trying to break free from it!
He turned his head and happened to catch Victor standing by the window. Their eyes met for a moment, nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said.
Jonathan Pannier got into his car and drove away.
"Camarada (Comrade),"
Victor, with a cigarette in hand, suddenly thought of this word.
All for keeping this sky free of drugs.
Finding someone who shares your ideals is really hard.
Victor always felt that sometimes he was like an "idealist," desiring a utopia. But looking around, CNMD, it's all shit.
A ragtag assembly of troops.
"Boss, are we really going to send someone to Colombia?" Casare spoke up from the side.
