【Chi'an】All the force of his surrender

He felt a small familiar shudder running through his nerves.

Bourbon closed his eyes and took a breath, leaning his entire back against the leather back of the car's rear seat, his left temple pressed against the cold car window.All his senses sharpened and stirred silently.His eyelids were slightly warming, the smell of leather, the sound of the engine running, everything was amplified and diffused several times.The situation couldn't be said to be getting worse, but it was gradually eating away at his perception of his surroundings.His body was clamoring for his attention until it was the only thing in the world he could still perceive.

The gloomy sky shines in, and the rain streaks across the window panes like meteors.

They—him, Scotland, and Ley.They were in an SUV, and they were driving Scotland.They had completed a mission delivered by the organization and were on their way back to the safe house.On the seat next to Bourbon lay two guitar cases with sniper rifles hidden in them.

Bourbon didn't know what his expression looked like now, he was sure he didn't frown, but he thought Scotland must have noticed something strange about himself in the rearview mirror of the car. "Bourbon?" The other party turned around in the gap of the red light to check his situation.

"What's wrong?" Bourbon half-opened his eyes, his face was watertight.He wondered what answer Scotland was expecting.This is just the beginning, and he's not even fully into the heat yet.

Scotland quickly glanced at Ley in the passenger seat, and then looked back. "Are you all right?" His whisper mingled with the roar of raindrops.

Looking from Bourbon's position, all he could see was Ley with his arms crossed, one leg raised, his upper body slanted against the car door on his side, and half of his head in a black knit hat was exposed.He ignored it, perhaps asleep.Bourbon could already hear his long, even breathing.

But it's still not the right time or place for Bourbon to want to discuss his boom period.

"Of course I'm fine," he replied, closing his eyes.How else could it be?They still had a fifteen-minute drive to the safehouse, and the inhibitor was in his kit.Until then, he can bear it.

Scot took his body language to heart and finally turned around and continued to concentrate on driving.That's all for this topic.And in this bouncing car, when Bourbon was immersed in the restless silence, feeling his blood start to heat up, his skin began to tingle, his body began to melt, and began to yearn for something——Lai Yi just sat there, motionless, maintaining his long and steady breathing.

It's not news that Jiang Gu Zero is an Omega.He's been aware of this since the first hot spell of his teenage years, and he's embraced it well.The second sex doesn't determine anything about him other than the periodic troubles it causes him physically.

Bourbon is an Omega, and that's no secret in the organization.It is true that among the cadres with code names, the proportion of Alpha and Beta is far greater than that of Omega, but he is not the only one.The gentleman valued individual ability and performance far more than congenital sex - which, Bourbon had to say, was very sensible.

Bourbon often thought of hot periods as merely animal instincts, and he was certainly more than that.Unfortunately, neither he nor others can perfectly control its occurrence.So it wasn't until the first time he felt the throbbing that spiraled up from the bottom of the spine in front of other members of the organization, and everyone cast unexpected glances, that he knew that they had rules.

The rule is that an Omega should choose an Alpha to mark himself during every climax.

He's not an animal, but he's certainly not a blow-up doll either.He'd gotten through all the highs of his life with suppressants and a vibrator, and the organization insisted there was only one way they could be sure of it, as if it was a matter of course—which was both insane and Ridiculous, Bourbon even suspected that something was wrong with him.But the real question is, how do you get these people to accept another reality when they think you have no choice?What's more, as an undercover agent who has not yet gained a firm foothold, being too aggressive has always been something he tries to avoid.So he just stood there, shut his mouth tightly, and approached her with Belmode's secret until everyone thought that Belmod was his Alpha.

Chianti is an Omega who had Calvados mark her in knots during the climax.He doesn't need and will never let any Alpha mark him easily, especially these people.His body is his own and gender has no control over him.

That's why, he avoids mentioning his hot days in front of anyone in the organization, especially Alpha.He trusted Scotland so much that he could wholeheartedly trust him with his life, and the other party also knew about his past and secrets.Scot, however, was a Beta, and he may have believed this was what Bourbon wanted, but probably never fully understood it, and never will.

Perhaps no one can really understand these at all.

Ley went out.He and Scotland are in the room of the safe house, and the background sound is that the radio station is broadcasting the news that an important safe of an electronic technology company has been stolen.Cash, ledgers, receipts, and stubs were strewn all over the floor, and they both managed to occupy a space on the floor.Bourbon hugged his laptop and filled in the accounting entries of three originally empty companies at the same time, all from different countries, until the income and expenditure gradually became real and full.And Scotland pressed the computer, washed and washed the numbers, and recalculated over and over again.

When both of them started to feel dizzy, they stopped for a while to rest, opened the take-out paper bag and ate burgers in silence.

Scotland ate the chips, then licked his fingers. "You and Ley, how did you provoke each other this time?"

The lettuce crunched in Bourbon's mouth, but his voice was still calm and clear: "The latest development is that he traded 16 M[-]s with the XX team. The other party's ammunition is tricky. I took a group of people pretending to be policemen to rush in. , and wipe out their leaders, "He didn't come to rescue people, otherwise he wouldn't wait until the guns on both sides were on the opponent's forehead before attacking.He used him as bait. "Two men covered their boss and ran away, and it was Ley who drove him back to catch him." It is said that the front of his Mustang was directly stuck into the opponent's BMW body.

In the end, no one grabbed anyone's head.

He and Ley don't get along, as Scotch has already seen at a glance.

Their bond was formed very early, and it could even be traced back to the time when they hadn't met each other before, and he had already set up barriers for each other in his heart.Not because Rye is an Alpha—well, not just because Rye is an Alpha.He joined the group at the same time as Ley, and almost got code names, both of which were bestowed by the Boss himself.If it weren't for the rumors that were blowing around in my ears every few days, today's assassination of a certain congressman was all due to Lai's 600-step walk from [-] yards and Yang Yifa's hit, and tomorrow to recover the ammunition intercepted by the enemy organization, it was Lai's single-handedly entering Longtan. Bourbon's life would be much better.

They were rivals, and Bourbon knew it early on.In this way, they tacitly compared again and again in the exaggerated spread of others, and no one was convinced.Bourbon was not at all surprised when the organization sent Ley to join him and Scotland with clearly malicious intentions.He sneered in his heart, and eagerly looked forward to it.

Meeting Rye for the first time, the meeting point for their mission is a hotel room on the 30th floor.The knock on the door of the promised code sounded, and Bourbon was one step ahead of Scotland.So Ley appeared behind the door he opened, wearing a black trench coat, with long black hair cascading behind him.In any case, Bourbon never thought that he would look like this, and suddenly he had only one thought: how can a man have such long hair, how inconvenient it is.So that later he was lucky enough to meet Gin, who also had the same long hair and was dressed in black, and almost blurted out whether you and Ley are long-lost brothers.

After the first glance, they all overdrawn their future minds, and began to covertly look at the imaginary enemy who knew each other well, trying to figure out each other's eyebrows and eyes.The man's facial features were darker than the average Asian, and his skin was almost pale, but he didn't look sick.His appearance is actually rather delicate, the corners of his eyes are narrow and long, and his lower eyelashes are also long, but his browbones and cheekbones are sharp enough to cut his hands.The arch of the eyebrows is slightly raised, casting a small shadow above the dark green pupils, coupled with the thin lips tightly pursed, it is easy to give people a cold and gloomy impression.

Bourbon sideways to let him in.

Leaving aside that Ley is an Alpha, there is no personal grievance between them, it is just the purest and straightforward kind of wanting to step on each other's shoulders.More importantly, organizations are happy to see it happen.

As a result, the tit-for-tat confrontation has been out of control since then, and has become more vigorous.

After the hour, the news broadcast ended, and Scotland pressed the stop button on the radio behind him with his ungreased pinky finger before inserting commercials.

"You guys played this tug-of-war too lightly, it's not like the style of both of you," Scotland said in a playful tone.He was right, because at least for Bourbon, there was a small part of it that was just for show: We didn't get along, we worked hard.

He sucked his Coke, glanced at Scotland, and said what do you say.

"You have to attack his weakness, you have to poke where he will feel." He replied not so seriously.In fact, Scotland is not helping either side. Considering that the two of them are the real revolutionary comrades in arms, Bourbon always feels that he has not made friends carelessly.

He knew he might have a weakness.Akemi Miyano.He just didn't bother to poke him with such indecent means.

Besides, it was Akemi Miyano.

He shook his head.At that time he could not connect these things together. "Does he have it? Look at his frigid look." He couldn't help but smirk as he said, "He must be the kind of person who always opens his eyes when he kisses."

Scotland laughed and said how he wanted to get such a description, and almost messed up the stack of organized receipts beside him.Bourbon didn't know how the words came out of his head.So forget it and forget it later.

Retribution (or revenge) for speaking ill of someone behind their back comes very quickly.

Bourbon was hunched over the edge of the sink, running warm water over his head.Diluted reddish blood trickled down the curves of his forehead and behind his ears.He turned on the faucet, looked up at the mirror, there was still a faint spray of blood on his bangs.He clicked his tongue and tapped his fingers on the edge of the counter impatiently.

This should be a very simple infiltration task, his specialty.The organization wants the research data of a certain pharmaceutical company, and needs a cipher in the hands of one of the directors.The cipher was locked in the safe of his suburban villa, and Bourbon only used it to sneak in and get it at his 4th birthday party.Scotland is not here, this task is only done by him and Ley. In fact, there is no chance for Ley to play at all. He is responsible for tracking and supporting from a distance.Bourbon didn't discuss the details of the operation with him very much. He only planned the escape route and asked him where to park the car according to the signal.However, he kept an eye out and pried an Audi A[-] in the open-air parking lot before sneaking into the main house. It looked like a bodyguard car, and it had been modified with bulletproof glass, so it was strong enough to handle.

Everything is going smooth.Posing as a waiter, he pre-sets the fire alarm jammer in the storage room.When the time came, when the alarm sounded, the old man would naturally go back to the study to check his most important things, and Bourbon was aiming at this moment.As soon as he opened the safe, Bourbon's gun was in his lower back.

"Don't move, don't look back. Raise your hand slowly, yes, give me the cipher in your hand." That's right, as he expected, how many people who live to be 70 and have their birthday on that day They can all realize the truth that their life is more precious than anything else, and will not easily resist.Next, he just had to put the old man to sleep for a while—

Next, the sniper bullets whistled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the viscous, warm liquid splashed on his face and flowed down his chin and neck into his collar.Sniping people who don't use infrared scopes at night, there will be no second one here.Bourbon wiped it with his hand, and the white glove was bright red.The old man's body was lying face down on the ground, the blood gurgling from the bullet hole in his forehead soaking his white hair, and Bourbon didn't even see his face clearly.

It never occurred to him to kill him.

Even in the riot of the fire alarm, the sound of gunshots and shattering glass immediately attracted the attention of the security guards, and they soon found four unconscious bodyguards at the door of the study.Hearing the banging of the door, Bourbon had no choice but to jump out of the window.Forget about the pre-planned route, he used up two magazines on his body in the hail of bullets, but fortunately he finally touched the bulletproof Audi.The bullets poured onto the car body without breathing, and he managed to get rid of the pursuit after going around in circles, until the palms holding the steering wheel were still numb when he drove back to the safe house.

No one was in the house.Ley didn't know where he went, and it should have been much easier to evacuate than him.Bourbon didn't have time to think about it. He went straight to the bathroom, and when he slammed the door so hard that the whole door frame shook.

There was still blood on the neck.He took off his gloves and jacket and threw them on the tiles, and simply stood under the shower to flush the water until the hot water was used up, and the water temperature gradually became cooler and colder, soaking a pair of good leather shoes in vain.At least I ran out of hot water, and Ley couldn't wash, he thought sarcastically, if he ever came back.

He thought nothing of it.

After about 10 minutes, someone knocked on the bathroom door.Bourbon looked up.

"I took care of the car you drove back." Ley's voice sounded outside the door.He sounded...just like his usual self.

Bourbon turned off the shower, wiped the water from his hair and face with the bath towel that was pulled from the shelf, and then put it on his shoulder.He just went to open the door with his upper body dripping wet.There is not even a trace of gunpowder smoke or dust on Ley's body, and his long hair is not messy.Bourbon didn't look at his face, afraid that if he took a look at it, he wouldn't be able to resist punching him.Judging from his current mental state, if such a thing really happened, he would be the one to suffer.

"You've been in there a long time," Rye said.He sounded really calm.

Bourbon's eyes were pointlessly fixed on his shoulders and the sniper pouch he was carrying behind him.

"I'm obsessed with cleanliness." His throat tightened to prevent too much emotion from overflowing from his voice, and then he pushed the other person's chest, already ruthlessly. "It's in the way, get out of the way."

Sometimes he feels that he is still too weak; sometimes he forgets that he is not yet 25, and has graduated from the police academy for less than two years.

It wasn't the first time he had killed someone, of course not.He thought it was bad enough the first time, only to realize now that it takes so much more force to pull the trigger with his finger against unarmed civilians than in an adrenaline-fueled, life-and-death shootout. It was so heavy that he didn't dare to think about it—of course, he wasn't the one who actually pulled the trigger, but it was almost the same.

He lay flat on the bed exhausted and didn't fall asleep until three o'clock in the middle of the night, but became more and more awake.The bed boards were a bit hard, but that's ok.He blinked his eyes, his heart was beating up and down, and he didn't know what he was panicking about.Turning over and looking at the phone, Scotland will send him a text message after finishing the task, but if he doesn't have it now, it means that he hasn't cleaned it up yet, so he can't disturb him.

Bourbon pinched the phone in his palm and sat up from the bed resignedly.As soon as a person is depressed, he wants to go to an open place, which is something in his nature, so he dragged his slippers and climbed up to the rooftop.

If he has watched enough film and television works, he should know that something will happen on the rooftop at night. There are only two kinds of people he can meet: the person he wants to see the most, and the person he doesn't want to see the most.So at this time, Ley is also on the rooftop, which is something that everyone knows and takes for granted.

The fact that Rye was standing made the situation awkward: as soon as Bourbon opened the door, he was leaning against the edge of the wall, and he was not prepared.He was stunned on the spot, and subconsciously shrank back.And Ley turned his head and glanced at him, and continued to look down at the phone with a blank expression. He typed the keyboard with one hand very fast.The moonlight dragged his shadow long.

Bourbon was left there, unable to advance or retreat.Distraughtly, he clenched the doorknob, wanting to go back, but he felt reconciled—turning away just because Ley was here, wouldn’t it seem like he was walking around him, and there was no such reason—he was in the I don't know how many times I have suffered from this unwillingness.After a brief battle between heaven and man, he opened the door with ease, closed it, and leaned against the wall on the other side of the door.

They look like two goalkeepers.

Bourbon looked at him coldly from the edge of his peripheral vision.Ley buckled up his flip phone, put it back into his coat pocket, took out another pack of cigarettes and a matchbox, bit one of the cigarettes in his mouth, lowered his head to strike a match, and finally threw the match out. With one flick, a whole set of movements is proficient and smooth.Bourbon has seen many people smoking in the police academy or in the organization. Most of the smokers' hungry faces are not very good-looking, or they have impure motives and pretend to be chic.He is different.

Bourbon imagined the way he pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle with that hand, and only needed to bend his index finger back lightly——

He took a puff of smoke, and the white mist rose up under the bleak moonlight, looking even colder.

"The task I have received is to make sure you get the cipher and then silence it." He spoke calmly and said calmly. "I guess it's different than what you know."

Yes, there is no "kill and silence" part of his mission.Bourbon snorted a few times in his heart, originally made up his mind not to talk to him, but endured for a while, but couldn't help it: "And you don't think it's necessary to discuss it with me beforehand."

"The last transaction with the XX group was a set trap, did you tell me beforehand?" Ley twitched his lips noncommittally.Bourbon's lips tightened, and now they are on the same starting line. "Okay, let's say we are both half to blame."

He said this sentence delicately, not apologizing, but it seemed to coax the child to give in.Bourbon can't talk back yet, or it will appear that he is really the one who makes trouble without reason.He was usually eloquent, but it was rare for him to be so stalked, so he could only gouged Lai with his eye knife, and finally turned his head away fiercely, and simply didn't look at it.

"Give me a cigarette." He said in a nasty voice, not at all begging for a cigarette.Ley didn't care, and threw the cigarette and the match over.Bourbon lit the fire for himself. He usually doesn't smoke, and his movements are not as skillful and beautiful as the other party's.

The taste of tobacco on his tongue was astringent.He really didn't understand why anyone would be addicted to it.

"I didn't expect you to be the type who can't sleep well after killing someone." He threw the cigarette back, still speaking unforgivingly.Rye didn't speak up right away, and Bourbon almost made an inch of it.But the other party gave you a wink, his lips trembled, and he fell silent in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, he had a premonition of being seen through, and it was imminent.

"If it reassures you a little bit," Rye brushed the overgrown ash off the wall as the cigarette burned between his fingers. "Today's goal is to be a running dog of the underworld who did all kinds of evil when he was young, just like us." He smiled self-deprecatingly. "I invested in this company when I was old and wanted to launder the family property."

Bourbon snorted.He has stubborn tenacity, the more he wants to clench his fists, the more he has to spread his palms, stretch his fingers straight one by one, and stick them to the seam of his trousers—his palms are sweaty.

"Reassure me? Reassure me or reassure yourself?" He didn't think so, but his breath was urgent.

Rye squinted lazily at the sky. "What's the matter?" he asked ambiguously.

Ley's cigarette burned down first, so he left first.Before leaving, he said, "Don't stretch it too tightly, it will break."

Bourbon ignored him, and he didn't want the half of the cigarette left after Ley left. He threw it under his feet and stomped it out, and stayed there until he started to feel cold.

He wasn't sure if he was being consoled, wasn't sure if he was being consoled.

TBC