On the quality improvement of Omega agents

"Good morning, everyone." The blond man's voice could be heard clearly in the small training ground. "I will be in charge of your next training." Randall nodded with a smile.

It was probably because this newcomer trainer who suddenly airborne and was quite different from the previous black-faced evil star-like trainer, several newcomers stared at this tall blond man standing in front of them with a innocent smile and seemed a little at a loss.

The smile on Randall's face became brighter, and his gaze casually slid across the faces of several newcomers, and then stayed on the black-haired girl for two seconds.

He didn't explain why he was here, and quickly continued: "It's a pleasure meeting you all." The blond man made a nonchalant gesture: "You will soon become full members of the special mission I have nothing to say and teach, let's continue training." He turned around and walked away as if he didn't see any curious or dissatisfied eyes from the newcomers.

Amanda turned the speed of the treadmill up a notch, and she heard her heart pounding against her ribs in her chest.The memory of that night is still fresh, the man smiled ambiguously in the dark light.Who knew that today I became the instructor of the newcomers. ——Although that person obviously didn't intend to do his job as an "instructor".

Randall was sitting carelessly on an arm training machine at this time, with a lollipop in his mouth that looked like a miracle. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the seven or eight people in the stadium The "quasi-rookie" Special Service agents went through their physical training, and no one spoke after his self-introduction, although the glances that could have been concealed still flicked in his direction.For a while, the room was filled with the muffled sound of hitting sandbags and the sound of panting.At least they have learned to ask less questions and observe more. ——But the camouflage probably needs to be reworked, their lollipop-licking instructor lazily thought.

The young female agent named Amanda was on the treadmill not far from him. Randall's eyesight was enough for him to see the girl's toned body and beautiful curves, as well as the glistening sweat on the slightly dark skin.An alluring picture.And Randall felt a little bored inexplicably, he turned his eyes away, smacked his lips, it smelled like mango.The monitor in the corner didn't move.The blond agent thought in his mind that the helicopter that took off and landed from the roof of the special task force this morning probably took his chief to a place in the world where a senior CIA intelligence officer had to come forward to solve the problem in person.

By the way, sending him to this cramped gymnasium to share a room with a bunch of sweaty, cautious rookies was his dear officer's punishment.This meant that Randall couldn't get the right to leave the Special Service headquarters freely until a few of these people finally knew what kind of place they were going to enter and prepared for it.

More than an hour passed quickly.The blond man clapped his hands vigorously like a college physical education teacher: "Okay, rest, eat." He said a total of three words, adding up to less than ten letters, and then sat back on the seat that he had already occupied On the exerciser for the chair, concentrate on reading a big thick book.

"Hey."

The voice of the female agent was close in front of her.Randall looked up, and Amanda was standing in front of him, just blocking the incandescent lights on the roof of the training hall.Randall gave Amanda a questioning look politely.

"It seems that I made the right choice to call you sir that night." The young female agent said this, she didn't look cramped. ——That's a good point.

Randall tilted his head, and he said: "You are very smart, beautiful lady. But you don't have to delay talking to me after everyone has gone, it will make you look suspicious."

Amanda froze for a moment, she quickly realized and said, "Thank you, sir."

Randall shrugged: "Look, that's what I like about you." He smiled into Amanda's brown eyes and added, "Of course, not the part about you calling me 'sir.'"

"I like how smart you are. And, of course, how beautiful you are," Randall said in a serious tone that made it hard to tell if he was serious or just making a lame joke. "You fit the image of my dream girl, really."

Amanda blinked, finally a little embarrassed.Randall laughed out loud after a few seconds of serious expression.Amanda laughed along with relief.In the laughter of the two of them, she belatedly realized that her back was soaked with sweat.Amanda knew it wasn't because of the three kilometers he had just run. The blond man was almost staring into his eyes, making Amanda wonder what he could see in his pupils—except for Randall himself. .That kind of gaze made the female agent's heart pound, whether it was fear or nervousness.

——Because those eyes can really give people the illusion of being loved by him.

The blue of the sea, soft and deep.And the ocean has never been this calm forever.

"Okay, let's go to dinner, my girl. We have a long class this afternoon." Randall imitated an amiable physical education teacher.

The female agent nodded and left quickly.

Randall blinked, touched the bridge of his nose, and glanced over the shiny and reflective equipment.The monitors in the corner hadn't moved yet, and Randall knew exactly what they were supposed to look like when they actually worked.He exhaled lightly, then poured out two small white pills from the old place—the watch case that could automatically record his body data, and threw them into his mouth without looking at them.It is not difficult for a senior agent to refill the lost medicine. After all, those idiots in the infirmary don't really know how "powerful" their experimental products are.

His head hurt violently, and Randall didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

Garcia decided to put Randall James, AKA (aka) "Breakpoint Three," the man at number three on that list of "definitely don't mess with and try to stay out of sight."The first and second places are Medusa and Bruce Stewart respectively. (Medusa is a Gorgon in Greek mythology, if you look directly into her eyes you will turn to stone)

"Is Bruce in Zone I, right?" Randall asked.

Garcia was no stranger to the fact that the blond man could directly call the name of the chief of the dispatch office at any time, she just maintained the same frozen expression as before, and said: "Agent No. [-], you didn't ask the whereabouts of the chief." right."

Randall sneered: "Oh, come on, Captain Garcia, I saw that idiot John Clark being trained in your chief officer's office that night." He made an ugly face and said, "Probably not because he Has that ugly haircut finally got Bruce too much?"

Garcia was expressionless: "I don't want to know what you saw in the chief's office, breakpoint three." She noticed that the blond man was staring at her face with interest.The female soldier cursed secretly in her heart, indicating that she still had important matters to do and needed to leave.

Randall spread his hands indifferently: "Oh, I'm just asking symbolically, you know, I'm very interested in this." He showed a bright smile to Garcia, and made a gesture towards the back of the female soldier. The standard bowing action of an exceptionally gentleman.

Randle was back in the training room just in time for practice at 01:30 p.m.

"What a sleepy afternoon, isn't it?" The blond-haired, blue-eyed man smiled and said to the newcomers who had already changed into their training clothes.He waved his hand casually again—this is almost becoming his signature gesture, "You can do whatever you want, as long as it's under my supervision." He rushed around the room randomly and clicked Nodding, indicating that the newcomers can move freely, as long as they are within his sight.

Finally someone raised his hand: "Sir, may I ask if this is an assessment?" Their assessment date is approaching, and the time to decide their own fate is approaching, which inevitably makes these young people a little impetuous, and the CIA Special Task Force is weird and unpredictable The style makes all newcomers worry about the form of the assessment.

Randall smiled brightly: "If this is an assessment, you've just been eliminated, boy." He raised his voice: "I have only one rule, rookies. Don't ask!"

While the agents-to-be looked at each other, the blond man had leisurely strolled back to his exclusive seat. He took out a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth as if by magic, then picked up the heavy book he had written in the morning The big book looked up.

The newcomers couldn't figure out what tricks the blond man was playing, and some dared not move.Randall raised his head and glanced inadvertently at the rookies who seemed to have been immobilized, and could almost hear the sound of the gears turning crazily in their brains, Randall thought, and he lowered his face expressionlessly again Turn your head away and concentrate on reading his book.

Amanda slightly bent the corner of her lips, and was the first to walk away, picking a corner to hit a sandbag.She saw a playful smile in the man's eyes, as clear as the light in his blue eyes.The blond man was reminiscent of those beautiful beaches, the glowing, warm sand, and he didn't even see the darkness that this pedestrian usually sees.The young female agent wondered if the dimness in Randall's eyes she saw that night was just an illusion.

Randall has no interest in newcomer training. Anyway, no more than three of these seven or eight people can pass the final assessment. In another year, it would be good if one of them is still alive.Field agents are always a huge drain, and speaking of which, isn't that why they were created.He doesn't like to be responsible for other people's lives, and he can't take care of his own.Not everyone in this world likes to throw their lives on the roulette wheel just for the thrill of gambling.

He is not a responsible person.

Amanda came over with a sweaty towel and sat directly beside Randall. "Isn't this better?"

Randall smiled: "Of course." He said: "Let them think you are seducing me, my pleasure."

The female agent showed a charming smile, and she glanced at the book Randall was holding. "I don't know sir, you still like to read spy novels?" Her expression was between curiosity and surprise.

Randall raised his eyebrows and said: "You know now." He continued: "This is very good-looking, they will separate the good guys from the bad." A spy."

Amanda was silent for a while.She found that she was always unable to understand what this man meant. He seemed to be hinting at something, but at the same time seemed to be simply playing tricks, and the more this was the case, the more the young female agent did not dare to try it rashly.

Amanda skipped the subject.She didn't think there would be any substantive gains from continuing the discussion—even if she saw the blond man's almost mocking expression when he said "spy".That was so obvious, almost like a trap.

"So, sir, are you sitting here all afternoon just to read novels?"

Randall blinked, he casually held the tiny communicator in his ear, and then smiled.

Amanda thought that smile reminded her, for a split second, of the morning sun.

"I'm waiting for a call."