【Chi'an】All the force of his surrender

He used a syringe to draw the inhibitor solution from the ampoule, pushed up the plunger, and emptied the air in the syringe, then bit the needle tube, rolled up the cuff of his left hand, and injected it into the vein.While he was doing this, Belmode was watching him with interest from the passenger seat, and he was confident.If giving an injection is an admirable gesture like lighting a cigarette, then perhaps his movements are fluent and aesthetically pleasing.

She watched Bourbon tidy up her things one by one, and said regretfully, "You don't even know how much fun you've missed in life."

Bourbon raised his eyebrows: "You seem to be very clear about what you said."

"I know it very well." She tilted her head and said with a half-smile, "You can tell by their reactions."

If it wasn't Belmode who said this, Bourbon would have thought he was being sexually harassed.It's strange to say that he and Belmode are an Omega and an Alpha, and both of them were born with beautiful talents to move hormones. It is reasonable to say that something should happen, but they have no sexual attraction for each other. The pure friendship comes.Belmode often blamed this on his frigidity.

"I'm flattered by your evaluation." Bourbon defended a little amusedly, "I'm not guarded like a jade."

"Just never having sex during a hot period," Belmode dismissed. "That's different."

Bourbon shook his head, giving up discussing his sex life with her. "Let's talk business."

Jobs brought in by Belmode usually need to be treated with extra care.Organizations seem to have a constant struggle with pharmaceutical industry companies these days, and this job is no different. The major shareholder of Company Y is related to the local gangsters by marriage, and the organization still has business contacts with them, so they are not willing to show their face for the time being, so the latest research results of their laboratory cannot be robbed openly, only secretly.He, Scotland and Ley were still involved in the operation.Bourbon was still obsessed with what happened two months ago, wondering why a pure sniper had to be involved in infiltration missions again and again.

"Ley has been undercover in the pharmaceutical factory for more than a month. He has the internal structure diagram and the situation of the security personnel. He will contact you later." Belmod propped his head and looked at him with a smile, " It's fun to watch you and Rye take on each other, but Gin is a workaholic who's always confused."

"Mutually?" Bourbon sensitively captured the key words. He lowered his eyes to see the data chip flexibly rolling back and forth between his fingers, "Did he say anything about me?"

Belmode changed his sitting position, fiddled with his hair slowly, and there was a mysterious smile on his lips, obviously deliberately trying to catch his appetite.

"Don't you know? That's right, Gin won't come to tell you this." She deliberately fanned the flames and tried to study Bourbon's expression, "Rye's report specifically mentioned not to send Omega - you know , usually he is referring to you - because they seem to be developing some kind of illegal drug that can catalyze the Omega craze at the same time. However, since you are the best in this field, Gin did not take his suggestion in the end. What? How does it feel to be recognized by Gin?"

The living chip stopped in Bourbon's hands.To be exact, his current expression is so obvious that there is no need to delve into it.

"In the eyes of you Alphas, don't all Omegas have the self-control necessary for human beings, and once they enter the estrus period, they can only spread their legs without reason and transform into free whores begging to be fucked?" Bourbon sullenly He grinned, his purple-gray pupils constricted, even though he knew that Belmode was not the one who should bear his harsh words. "It's an unfortunate misconception that some of us live by more than instinct."

Belmode whistled.

"Oh, that's a harsh word for you." She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Even if that's what Ley meant, it doesn't represent my point of view."

"I'll let him know how wrong he was." He responded coldly.

Late the next night, Ley came to the task meeting point with the structure diagram and two sets of production staff uniforms.His current identity is the horse boy of the local gang boss-it seems to be almost the same as his real identity-and he is sent to the pharmaceutical factory to cooperate with the guard.The need for such a level of arming in a pharmaceutical factory is already a problem in itself.There are two laboratory areas in the factory that are above Ley's level of access. Normally, only scientific researchers can access through fingerprint scanning and passwords. Bourbon and Scotland decide their respective destinations by tossing coins, while Ley continues to work at his post. Waiting for support.They were on a tight schedule, and planning and outfit changes were done in the car.

"It is said that you don't want to see me appear?" Bourbon adjusted the miniature headset to the front vanity mirror to ensure that it was carefully hidden in the pinna, and asked prickly.

Ley turned the steering wheel and didn't give him a second look. "I really didn't expect you to participate in this task." He said lightly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him from the beginning to the end.

Bourbon sneered, the instinct of self-defense prevailing after all.

"Why? Is it because your arrogant Alpha ego tells you that an Omega is bound to screw up this task?"

Ley's expression also cooled down. "On the contrary, you are here, isn't it because your pride as an Omega tells you that you must prove something in this way?"

Bourbon's eyebrows twitched, and he was about to say something more, but Scotland in the back seat interrupted them with a headache: "It's about time, can't everyone say a word less?"

The truth is, willpower played quite a role in his prime.He often has an incubation period of one to two days before a full onset, personal constitutional problem.Symptoms were the jerk of a feeble pulse, a slight throbbing pain in the temple, desire, like boiling water gently and dangerously on a small fire, churning inexorably in his veins until they overflowed his skin, until he It feels like you're being torn apart until the line between wanting and needing blurs and becomes a total play on words.

——Until then, he could grit his teeth and endure, suppressing all his feelings.

he can.as now.

As soon as he met Ley, his luck plummeted. At least he could indiscriminately push all these things to Ley in his own heart, and no one could control him.For example, he just picked up the wrong lab, for example, as soon as he entered the door, he found that the air here was sprayed with spray medicine that could induce his orgasm, for example, he could feel like a small switch was flipped in his body Since then, his hormone levels have started to ebb and flow, even though he had just had a shot of a suppressant yesterday.

He took a careful breath, and then tried to hold it.It doesn't matter, this level is within his control, and it is not a problem to complete the task and escape safely.

He resisted the interference of cranial neuralgia, and at the same time rummaged through the laboratory materials with his hands and feet.At this time, Scotland's voice sounded in the headset with intermittent electromagnetic interference: "Hey, I think I will win the first prize this time."

Bourbon asked him in a breathy voice: "Have you found the target?"

"Not yet, but I crawled through the ventilation ducts, and there were about 30 well-equipped guards in the room along the way. The equipment of the three of us together will not want to hit them from the front." He kept the volume below the sound of the fans as much as possible.

"Can you bypass them and enter the laboratory directly through the ventilation duct?" Bourbon frowned.

"No, the pipeline is broken when it reaches the entrance of the laboratory. Now there are four guards and a door with a combination lock in the room below me. If I come down from here, I have to kill four people at the same time silently, and then think Find a way to unlock this door."

"Sounds like you're going to need a little smack to distract them," Rye interjected. "I can pull off the main switch, but judging from the circuit diagram, the two laboratories have independent power supplies, so I'm afraid it will be a warning."

Bourbon sighed deeply in his heart.While pulling out a pistol from behind, he casually picked up a Erlenmeyer flask on the table and shook it. The translucent liquid inside looked even weirder under the dim blue fluorescent light.

He can probably imagine a bitter battle afterwards, if possible, no one wants to suffer this kind of suffering.But between him and Ley, it was clear that he was the better bait.

"Listen to Scotland, I'll try to hold you back for as long as possible. When you get something, tell Ley and go on your own, okay? I'll find a way to escape." Maybe Ley will help him—assuming He can take his word for it.

His heart sank, his fingers loosened, and the liquid splashed on the hard ground with the crisp sound of glass shattering.

Even though he's been trained to do it, he still has to say, stun guns are a fucking pain.

Bourbon blinked twice in the dark, and suddenly woke up after realizing his situation.He quickly checked his physical condition: his mouth was sealed with tape, his hands were tied behind his back, his ankles and knees were tied tightly, and he was lying on the dusty floor of a certain room .And, his peak period is still looming.

All in all, no good news.

The stun effect of the stun gun on him is about 5 minutes. I don't know if Scotland has succeeded.As he was thinking, a voice came from behind the door, and he struggled vigilantly to sit up.He couldn't hear the conversation clearly, but he heard Ley's voice at the tip of his ear.He narrowed his eyes, not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Someone is gone.Then the door opened, and the light came in from behind Rye's tall body, and he was alone.He stood at the door of the room for two seconds, then turned on the switch on the wall expressionlessly.The light bulbs on the ceiling flickered a few times, emitting a faint yellow light.

He closed the door behind his back.

Bourbon was able to survey his surroundings from the corner of his eye.They seemed to be in an abandoned storage room, which was small in size and had no other exit except the iron door through which Ley came in.There was a musty smell in the air, and there were cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling.There are some mottled and rusty iron shelves and cabinets placed against the walls, and a few glass bottles and jars are piled up here and there. Apart from a thick layer of dust, there are also some broken glass on the ground.Nothing else could be seen, and under such light, Bourbon couldn't tell whether there were monitors or miniature cameras in the room.

He turned his gaze back to Ley, who still had an inscrutable look on his face, looking down at him.

Say something and let me know what's going on, you idiot.He endured a headache and rolled his eyes thinking.

As if he understood Bourbon's meaning, Ley said coldly: "If you don't want to suffer too much, you'd better tell everything you know."

Someone is listening outside, or there are monitors in the house; there is no news from Scotland, or it is impossible to break out from here with the strength of the two of them.In either case, the drama has to go on.

Ley approached him, bent over, a lock of long hair slid over his chest as he moved.The tips of his left fingers rest on Bourbon's chest.Bourbon stares at his hand, they're close enough now that he can smell Rye.Each Alpha smells the same: spicy, dry, aggressive, trying to assert sovereignty, and the other's characteristic strong tobacco smell.His nerves suddenly went numb, and he vaguely realized that something was wrong in his mind.

There was something very dangerous, he had to think about it quickly, but his brain was buzzing.

Ley mercilessly tore off the tape from his mouth, which made his lips burn.He actually didn't want to say anything, but then the man's tiger's mouth grabbed the softest part of his throat.His fingers closed slowly, blunt nails digging into the skin of his neck.Bourbon gasped in just the right way, his pulse racing wildly under the other's palm.

Even in the dimmest light, Rye's green pupils were bright and menacing, like the deepest flames.In an instant, Bourbon felt his whole body was on fire. The blood flowing in his veins was boiling hot, washing him, washing him, burning him, and burning his internal organs to ashes.He almost groaned - if he could now.

Ley is releasing pheromones.He thought desperately in the chaos.It was an inevitable part of the violence, and he couldn't control it.

This thing could get really, really bad.

In the next second, his whole body was thrown to the ground.

His cheek was cut and bleeding, but he felt no pain.He opened his mouth to breathe heavily, but all he inhaled was dust, so he coughed violently again, unable to stop the saliva from dripping on the ground.His throat and lungs were on fire, he was sweating, and his lower body began to swell.

I'm going to kill him, Bourbon thought, I'm going to fuck him.Desire and killing intent were fighting and entangled in his mind day and night.

Only the toe of Ley's shoe was in his fiery sight, and he could only make out the indifferent voice hanging above him with difficulty: "Or don't you want to say it?"

Bourbon just wanted to curse him with all the dirty words he could, but he couldn't even utter a word.So he was dragged up by the collar again, and his back slammed against a certain cabinet, making a loud noise.Ley crouched in front of him, pinning him to the solid metal.He was dizzy from the other party's pheromone, and his whole body was shaking.He turned his face sideways, trying to press his hot cheeks and palms to the coldest place he could think of.Rye slapped him across the face with a backhand, forcing his neck to twist the other way.

He felt like he was going to die.The remaining rationality told him that Ley's every action was not serious, and he hasn't hurt any vital part of himself until now.But he felt that he was dying.

Ley clamped his jaw with his left hand, and he was forced to turn his face away.His vision was blurred, and the only thing that was clear was the other person's face.Ley's fingers rubbed up, and every place he brushed sparked a tiny electric current.He rested his thumb under the cut on Bourbon's face and pressed hard, blood trickling down the back of his finger.Finally feeling the pain, Bourbon closed his eyes tightly.

It's like opening a window in a snowstorm.His clothes were drenched with sweat, clinging to his melting skin, his cock stretched taut under the fabric.He's almost there.

Ley's voice was as cold as iron, but it didn't matter anymore: "You'll be free soon."

He was thrown on the iron frame in the other direction for the last time, and fell forward weakly to the ground.The impacted heavy object shook a few times, Bourbon rolled to the side with the last of his strength, and the iron frame fell to the ground with a bang.

His body's senses had been emptied down to almost one.He was terribly empty.But he still has the last shred of sanity.

Ley crouched down, untied his wrist, and patted his face with the back of his hand. "Wake up," he said, "the pinhole camera on the shelf is down, it's all right now."

It's okay to fuck you.Bourbon stretched out his right hand with some strength, and squeezed his wrist firmly.

"If you dare to touch me," he gritted his teeth, imagining that his eyes could shoot fire, "I'll kill you."

Rye was silent for a few seconds, maybe a long time, to be honest, Bourbon couldn't tell the difference, he couldn't even see the other person's face clearly.

"Do you think you look convincing now?" Bourbon's heart tightened, but his fingers were opened one by one.The other party seemed to exhale heavily. "Don't worry, even if you beg me later, I won't touch you."

Bourbon was completely exhausted.Normally, he would beat the other party black and blue with these words, but now he needs such a promise too much.

Ley turned him over, and continued to untie the knot on his heel, while whispering: "There is a catalyst here, and there should be an inhibitor. I will look for it. Scotland has left just now, after your pheromone is suppressed I will take you away."

Bourbon struggled a bit, and intermittently indicated that there was no need to untie it.He doesn't quite trust what he will do while he waits; he doesn't even trust his own breathing.Ley turned him down, and put his pistol in his hand for him to hold: "You have to be able to protect yourself while I'm not around. Hold on."

I don't have to do anything, I don't have to think about anything.Bourbon reminded himself over and over.No matter what you do, it will only make you worse.

What else could make this worse?His cock was hard as iron, mucus was oozing between his legs, and his hole was convulsing and contracting.He could hardly resist the urge to grind on the rough concrete floor for relief.He urgently needs to be filled with something that will make him sore and swollen, make him cry with pain, as long as it is not as empty as it is now.

Hot periods don't make him frustrated and angry because he doesn't have to, because he's always more careful than he is now.But it wasn't Rye's fault, and it wasn't anyone's fault, he thought vaguely.It was just an accident.

It was just an accident, and he wanted to kill Rye.Why doesn't he die.His eyes shifted to the Colt M1911 in his hand. Rye always cherished his gun. Maybe he could use this to get his revenge.Maybe he can use the cold barrel to poke it in little by little, all the way to the deepest point, he can feel every groove on it, every line of use, and then pull it out, and then—think about when Ley came in Seeing this picture, what kind of shocked expression will it be——

He couldn't think about it any more.He buried his face in his sleeves, his eyelids were so hot that he wanted to cry.He cursed from Ley to Zhuxingdai, while waiting in despair.

It probably took Ley his whole life to get back.

Bourbon didn't know if he should say thank you or fuck you.He couldn't say anything at all, and he could only let out a wet, sticky panting sound when he opened his mouth.Sweat kept sliding down his temples and onto the floor, and he had stopped thinking about what he looked like now.

Ley retracted the pistol, bent his right leg over his tailbone, brushed the wet hair from the nape of his neck, and pulled his collar down.His long hair brushed against Bourbon's ears in a detached way, it was cold and cold.Bourbon couldn't help shivering: his glands were completely exposed.Ley held his chin firmly with one hand and fished him back so that his neck stretched into a smooth arc; the syringe in his other hand pumped into his artery because it was quicker.

"Have you never been marked by an Alpha before?" Ley asked suddenly after putting him down, his voice was low and hoarse. "You don't like it?"

Bourbon coughed and groaned, unable to tell whether it was anger or lust, and he almost suspected that he was deliberately bringing up something he shouldn't expect at this time.Does he want it?Does he like it?He likes to let Alpha's knot nail him to death, fill him up, let him be captured and helpless, let the pleasure pile up in his body, let him think about nothing but being possessed and controlled? ?

Damn, he can't take it anymore, he has to—

The door opened and closed again.

As soon as Bourbon opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to ask Scotland, who was sitting beside his bed and watching his mobile phone, to pour him two large glasses of water.He is very dehydrated.

He was sitting on the bed, wearing only a pair of underwear all over his body, and the wound on his face was covered with adhesive tape; his mental state was refreshed, and the hot period had passed.As he put on his clothes, he heard from Scotland that the mission was successfully completed and the things had been handed over to the organization; it was Rye who carried him back to the safe house in a coma yesterday.

The movements of Bourbon's hands paused, and then asked him where he is now?Scotland didn't know why and said it was in the next room.

Bourbon jumped out of bed with lightning speed and slammed the door of Rye's room.The other party was sitting on the edge of the bed oiling the gun, and looked up blankly. Before he could speak, Bourbon strode over with bare feet, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the face with his right hand.

In fact, Ley can dodge it completely, and Bourbon's fist can be heavier and faster, but both sides tacitly give each other a little room to owe each other.Debt is the capital of future connivance.

Ley sat up from the bed and stroked the red cheekbones, which were a little swollen.His expression was still calm.

Bourbon's fist spread out before his eyes. "This time it's our two faults each half, and now it's even." He said with a sullen face, righteously, but the end of the sentence still rose triumphantly, and finally he couldn't help laughing.Ley glanced at him and offered him his hand.

He pulls him up.

TBC