On the quality improvement of Omega agents

In tourist cities in Southeast Asia, the sound of gunshots was chaotic.

Randall slowly changed the magazine, and the pistol made a light "click" and the pursuers behind him had been reduced by half.He slipped away and hid himself in the shadows cast by the handsome, quaint houses, where the smell of rain was faint, masked by the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke.The blond man took a deep breath.

He poked his head out quietly to observe the enemy's movements, his blue eyes shone with a dark light in the night.He licked his lips and seemed satisfied with the situation.

The fight didn't last long, the man didn't shoot again, he was moving so fast that the pursuers were quickly left behind.Randall slowed down, the coolness of the night was refreshing, the blond man narrowed his eyes slightly, and let out a breath of enjoyment.

The taste of freedom is so good.

He put the pistol in his waist, and put down the white shirt to cover the metal weapon. Randall carefully wiped a little blood on the corner of his clothes, and then walked into a small hotel.

It was late at night, the small hotel had already closed, and the owner was an Asian, drowsy behind the bar.He raised his head and glanced at the late guest, then lazily turned his eyes away and yawned.It is now the peak season for tourism in the small town, and there are not many tourists. This small country in Southeast Asia is a place frequented by all kinds of religions.The owner of the small shop has seen a lot, so he naturally knows how to protect himself wisely.

The blond, blue-eyed man smiled at him and walked quickly upstairs.The old wooden stair boards made no sound under his feet. The man was tall, but his steps were very light.He seems to be in a good mood.

Randall fell into the creaky single bed in the small hotel, and yawned. The smell of gunpowder was still in his hand, but his sleepiness had already permeated. ——Lately, I seem to be getting sleepy more and more easily.It's really easy for people to become lazy.

As the blond agent thought about it, his eyes had gradually closed, his blue pupils were covered, his head was arched wildly on the dirty feather pillow, and his blond hair brushed the fabric messily.The man's last movement was to put the pistol under the pillow, reach in with his right hand, and release the safety.

Then came gradually steady and long breaths.The blond man was lying on the narrow bed, his tall body curled up slightly, but he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

at the same time.

It has been 36 hours since Breakpoint [-] cut off contact with the CIA Task Force without authorization.The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes, and he listened to the report of the leader of the tactical team on the phone.

The removal team has confirmed the location of Breakpoint [-], and the price paid is four dead and two injured. The defected agent disappeared again in a certain alley in a small Southeast Asian country.

Bruce's voice was cold: "Team A withdrew to rest, Team B and Team C set off immediately." He glanced at the flashing dots on the computer screen representing the location of agents, paused for two seconds, expressionless.

Randall James has officially become the target of the special task force.

Bruce sat behind the desk, the morning sun shone into the huge room, and the man still looked cold.He closed the drawer, the tiny pinhole in the crook of his left arm was not easy to detect, the black-haired man pursed his lower lip, he could feel the medicinal liquid rushing through his blood vessels, the cold liquid seemed to be able to freeze the whole body.

The breakpoint experiment reached the final stage, and the senior CIA executive had to spend a lot of time in the lab—with a few Omega agents who might be in heat at any time.

Those omegas are strong, beautiful, and tame, and the pheromones emitted from them stimulate alpha's senses all the time.Many people have speculated that this is the reason for the temper tantrum of the chief of the task force in recent days.

But those omega, their smell at best only made his keen senses uncomfortable, and the person he thought of would make the blood in his whole body slowly boil.Bruce knew what it was for.

Obviously those omega agents are the same as that disobedient leopard, and Bruce can't help himself to think of the almost crazy affair, and the orange sunset that filled the empty house when he woke up alone.

The dark-haired man picked up the phone, "Ask Agent Amanda to come to my office."

The door was knocked softly.

"Please come in."

Bruce's voice was as calm as some kind of mechanical sound, Amanda restrained her nervous trembling hands, turned the doorknob and walked into the office.

The female agent's fingers brushed the hem of the suit, she looked at Bruce, and took a light breath: "Sir, Agent Amanda is here under orders."

Bruce looked up, he put down the document in his hand, and then watched Amanda intently.The female agent was still very young, with a good heart, and her nervousness was well disguised, but he could see a little anxiety and excitement in Amanda's light brown eyes.

Amanda blinked her eyes, she knew that Bruce, the highest officer of the entire special service, was looking at her with serious eyes.The female agent stopped her body, she looked directly at Bruce, and nothing could be seen on the black-haired man's face.

After a few seconds of silence, Bruce finally said, "I have a task for you, Amanda." He slowed down a bit when he pronounced the name of the female agent, and Amanda felt the seriousness.

"Yes, sir." The female agent didn't ask a word, quietly waiting for Bruce's order.

There was a little clear appreciation in the dark-haired man's eyes.This young agent has potential to be better, and she dared to look him in the eye, and Bruce saw vague excitement and eagerness in those hazel eyes.Being able to restrain her ambition is considered calm compared to her age.

"Good marksmanship." Bruce suddenly changed the subject.

Amanda was taken aback for a moment, she showed a bright smile and said, "Thank you, sir, for your compliment."

Bruce looked at her indifferently, "You haven't been an official agent for a long time." The black-haired man glanced down at the few pages of documents in his hand, and asked, "You did very well in the special training class."

Amanda just relaxed a little, and then she realized that what Bruce was holding was her personal file, and she didn't know how to answer the conversation.

And her chief seemed to see something suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the file, and he stopped talking for a while.Amanda didn't know if this was an intentional pause, but she didn't dare to speak out.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, and he raised his head again, this time the man's eyes were almost sharp, Amanda only felt that Bruce's eyes were coming towards her, staring straight into her eyes.Bruce looked at the pupils of the female agent, and then slowly said, "Your instructor spoke very well of you."

Amanda curled her lips in surprise.Their graduation comments will be filled in by training agents, but these comments for the agents who have passed the review are the same as their personal files, and they are kept confidential.Amanda wondered what the blond-haired man thought of her, and she was curious.

Bruce's eyes returned to normal after a few seconds, and he said, "He likes you very much."

The female agent subconsciously showed a smile, and then reacted, she shuddered and said: "It is my honor to be appreciated by the instructor."

Amanda is a smart girl. She wants to go further here and know more about what kind of people she can't get involved with. For example, the female adjutant who can come in and out of the senior officer's office casually, and can talk to Bruce A rude blond man.

Even if there was something mysterious and taboo about the blond man, it was enough for Amanda to see how much he meant to the Mission and to Bruce personally.

Bruce seemed to appreciate the cautiousness of the female agent, he said lightly: "You are excellent, Amanda, and now I have a task for you, I hope you will not let me down."

"Breakpoint 24 has left the task force for more than [-] hours, and the removal team has been dispatched." The black-haired man looked at Amanda leisurely, and the female agent opened her eyes slightly. She didn't seem to understand.

Bruce bent his lips, and he said, "Your mission is to secretly bring him back to the Special Task Force before the removal team from the Special Task Force finds him." The black-haired man paused for a second, "Alive."

Amanda looked serious.

—Oh, maybe that blond man meant more to her officer than she had imagined.

"Understood." Amanda said.She turns away after Bruce nods.

Bruce looked down again, his eyes narrowed.

In that file, the female agent's grades were excellent, and his instructor gave high marks in all subjects, but in the column at the bottom of the trainer's reason for grading, there was only such a crooked line, a few words, see Get up carelessly.

"She has beautiful eyes."

Southeast Asian town.

It was early in the morning, and the hot and humid weather did not affect Randall's sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly. Passed in through the wooden window lattice.The blond man withdrew his hand from under the pillow, and there were dark red marks on the right hand that held the pistol all night. He pinched his palm to let the blood circulate, and then checked the magazine with a quick movement.

The man still wears trousers and shirt when he sleeps, so he can leave when he stands up.The sun was dazzling, and Randall only felt that the buzzing noise in his head instantly increased when he got up, and he felt dizzy suddenly.

"shit!"

The man gritted his teeth and kept his balance. He closed his eyes forcefully, and the mist in front of his eyes finally dissipated slowly. Randall blinked his eyes with an ugly expression.He didn't want to find out what was wrong with his body. Lethargy and dizziness were not suitable for an agent.

Randall took out a small bag from the tattered duffel bag he was carrying, tossed it up and down twice, and put it in his arms.He staggered out of the small hotel.

The local bar at night is when it is lively, the gathering place of all kinds of religions is dimly lit and ambiguous, the blond man is sitting at a small table in the corner, sipping his cocktail, he is boredly scanning the bustling dance floor The crowd seemed to have not noticed another place watching them from time to time.

After a few minutes.

A man with a mustache sat down at the table: "Why don't you go play?" He has an Asian face and is fluent in English.

Randall smiled and said, "I've been here for a long time." His smile didn't go deep into his eyes, and his sea-blue pupils showed a little mystery in the confusing light of the bar.

Mustache made an apologetic expression: "After all, what you want to sell is a rare commodity."

The blond man raised his eyebrows, and said, "Of course I'm sincere." He looked at the mustache sitting across from him, and said, "The money will be transferred to this account." He pushed a tissue in front of him to On the other side, there is a string of numbers on it.

The mustache was not ambiguous, just asked, "Did you bring the things?" After getting a positive answer, he directly started to pay according to the string of numbers written on the inferior bar tissue.

Randall made a phone call to confirm that the money had been deposited into the account, and he threw the small flannel bag from his pocket to the mustache opposite.The other party weighed the weight, then poured out the contents and took a look at it. The shiny stone still reflected a subtle brilliance under the dim light.He put away the cloth bag in satisfaction, glanced at the disposable mobile phone in the blond man's hand inadvertently, and smiled, "These days are not peaceful, if you want to leave, you have to do it as soon as possible."

Randall smirked, "Thank you."

This group of people are local snakes, so they naturally know what kind of characters have been added to the site recently.They don't need a bunch of foreign agents to make the place bloody.

The blond man watched the bearded man leave the bar with seven or eight subordinates hiding in various corners. The man finally frowned. The music in the bar suddenly became deafening, and the sound of the subwoofer made his brain burst into bursts. It hurt like a needle prick, he clenched his teeth, and the sound of blood flowing became extremely clear, as if something was waiting to break out of his body.The blond man turned his face away, hiding his distorted expression in pain in the shadows caused by the lights.The blond man's fingers slowly clasped the edge of the table. He tried his best to endure, and the knuckles of his slender fingers turned an abnormal blue color.

--this is an accident.

The rut of normal circumstances had passed, the desert and Bruce's house had been unexpected twice, and this time things were even more different.Lust doesn't burn that way, and Randall doesn't know what other urges an omega has in his nature other than craving an alpha's cock, at least he's never felt one.

Strong, omega's nature that has nothing to do with desire, the urgency to protect something.

The momentary shock of estrus passed, and a slightly warm feeling slowly spread throughout the whole body, with a feeling of itching, Randall twisted his body slightly uneasily, he restrained the moan that was about to rush out of his throat, he From a medicine bottle in his arms, small white pills were poured into a glass of cocktail.The blond man raised his head and drank the juice-like liquid in the glass.Panting lightly, he held the glass tightly, and the fragile goblet made a soft "snap".