On the quality improvement of Omega agents

"Mr. James, what can I do for you?"

Bruce Stewart's voice came out of the earphones, and Randall's fingers casually stroked the cold metal arm of the exercise equipment beside him, "Ah, sir." It sounded like a low exclamation.

The wiring is not in good condition, and the earphones are full of crackling noises, probably due to electromagnetic interference.Randall smiled silently: "I just want to know where you are."

Bruce's voice was flat, "Then I think you know that by now, Mr. James."

Randall shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He heard the slightly hoarse tiredness in the man's voice. The blond man subconsciously bit the mango-flavored candy in his mouth.He said slowly, "How long do I have to stay here, sir?"

The sound from the communicator was blurred for a while, but this did not prevent Randall from hearing a few sporadic gunshots.

"sir?"

Bruce's voice was still that unfeeling calm: "I don't want you to imply in this situation, Captain Garcia, that you need to call me immediately just to complain about the boring recruit training."

Oh, and this time the gunshot was loud and clear.Randall blinked, he paused for a few seconds, and said again: "This is not a complaint," his voice was slightly lower, as if he was really a big boy who had become unhappy because of being reprimanded Also, there was some pretentious grievance in his voice: "I noticed that three of the rookies this time are betas."

Bruce said: "Just say what you want to say, Mr. James."

Randall smiled, and there was a twinkle in his eye, but it was clearly not a pleasant gesture. "Well, this is my guess, sir," the man paused, and said, "If those medical geeks or lunatics want to experiment with beta and create a super beta agent or something, will the breakpoint be resolved? ?”

Bruce seemed to smile a little over there. "Mr. James, don't make any more of these lame attempts, I'm busy." It was a lighthearted warning, but no joke.Bruce Stewart was probably the only person in the world who, to Randall, "understood".He knows this.

Randall crunched the lollipop in his mouth and said, "Just know that you won't give up on me, sir." He showed a "sweet" smile to himself , His false, soft and harmless tone can only make people can't help but guess what sinister plan this guy is planning.A leopard walks without making alarming noises, its sharp claws are hidden in the soft palms.

——But to be honest, whether it's the disguised tone or the beast approaching silently, they are all beautiful enough.

There was a moment of silence in the channel.Bruce said suddenly: "Stop provoking Garcia again." He hung up the communication.

Randall raised his eyebrows. He seemed to hear Kurdish yelling vaguely before his officer hung up.He touched his ears, and then simply took off the tiny communicator.

"Well, probably pay attention to safety or something, there is no need to say it."

The blond man spat out the plastic stick that was still in his mouth. The mango-flavored candy had completely melted in his mouth, and a sweet and greasy taste permeated the root of his tongue.He smacked his lips.

Two hours ago, Communication Technology Room.

Garcia's tone was cold: "Contact Eagle, the Eagle's Nest has something to report."

After 5 minutes, the communication line shows China Unicom, and the encryption is completed.

"Eagle Nest, please speak." Bruce Stewart's voice came from the communicator.At this time, the entire technical room was completely empty, and the technicians who had filled the room just now had already left. Only those huge screens showing satellite positioning flickered dimly, and Garcia had a serious expression on his face.

"Sir, Agent Breakpoint No. [-] asked me about your whereabouts."

Bruce's reaction was predictable: "Has he reported to the orientation?"

Garcia responded: "The agent has started working today, and the body data technology department and the medical department are still analyzing." She paused: "But he didn't conduct any meaningful training for the newcomers."——This is already To put it politely and euphemistically enough, in fact, the newly appointed rookie instructor ate two lollipops in the training facility and read spy war novels all day long.

Bruce said lightly: "He is suspicious."

The breakpoint program is basically considered mature until now, but the breakpoint agents have not just been "officially put into production", they have always been unformed products, evolving and "production" through continuous experiments, and will naturally be eliminated.

And Randall was never what "The Assembly Line" wanted him to be.The blond man has been waiting for an opportunity, he is like a leopard with a flower collar—maybe at first because of necessity, but then I'm afraid it's just his own willingness.Bruce was the only one tugging on the string on the back of the flower collar, and now the leopard wanted to feel the tightness of the string.

With a solemn expression, Garcia said, "Sir, do you need to monitor Agent No. [-] in all directions?"

Bruce seemed to smile, "No need. He is free to do what he wants, and Mr. James should know what the bottom line is." The older man's tone was flat and low. At this time, District I was just entering the night, and His voice was deeper than the night.

Garcia wanted to ask the officer where all these indulgences to the blond man came from, and the female soldier knew that this was a question that should never be raised.

Bruce asked, "Any more questions, Garcia?"

The female soldier said: "No more, sir." But she suddenly added another sentence: "Agent No. [-] seems to be very worried about you, sir." mouth popped out.Maybe it was because the guy had too blue eyes.

Then Garcia heard her officer, the top commander of the CIA's special missions, laugh softly on the other end of the comms line.

Randall didn't like the infirmary, where the smell of disinfectant stimulated his sense of smell all the time, and the medical equipment used for examination also had a not-so-comfortable cold light.At this time, the blond agent was sitting on a smooth test bench, watching the technicians in white coats pull various colored wires and tubes from themselves.

"Are you done with the inspection?" he asked lazily.

The leading guy gave a formulaic smile, and he looked cautious. "It's over, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Agent."

Randall jumped to the ground neatly. "Can I know the concentration of the stabilizer in my blood?"

The technician smiled: "Of course, Mr. Agent." He brought a form and handed it to Randall.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and he asked, "What's the normal level?"

"Less than three thousandths, Agent."

The blond man nodded thoughtfully, "23 per thousand" was impressively printed on his form.He rolled his eyes as if giving up, and simply asked, "How high will you die?"

The doctor-like man obviously choked on this question, hesitated for two seconds and then replied: "More than one hundredth of a thousand." He seemed to want to stare at Randall and give this ignorant blond man a serious warning , but Randall self-consciously abandons the plan after turning his blue eyes on him the next second.

Randall smiled because of the prim expression of the white coat.He tilted his head, and said to himself: "It can increase by [-] percent a year, to [-] percent..." He muttered those simple numbers to himself, and the white coat beside him Muscles were so taut that they were almost as rigid as stones. ——if he understood correctly, the blond man—their test subject and the strongest field agent in the dispatch was casually calculating how many years he had left to live with his crappy arithmetic.

——It seems that there is no plan to slow down this speed.

"Probably less than four years?" The blond agent muttered to himself, looking uninterested in the calculation result, he lazily nodded to the white coat beside him, and then staggered out of the room.

"We can probably observe Breakpoint [-]'s body data for a long time as a living experiment record of reinforcement drug addiction. Anyway, as far as the current situation is concerned, he doesn't plan to quit that."

They could "produce" more, more perfect breakpoints by the time the blond man dies from the side effects of the enhancer dependence, with negligible loss.The infirmary of the task force exists as a technical department. They are responsible for recording and improving, and their job functions do not include treatment and rescue.

Bruce returned to the task force three days later.The man nodded to the female adjutant who was quickly walking towards him. He took the woolen coat that had been prepared earlier from the other party, and changed his coat that was stained with dust.Garcia opened her mouth, but said nothing. ——What position does she have to persuade this man to rest?

Bruce Stewart is as indefatigable as a perpetual motion machine, the difference is that there is no such thing as a perpetual motion machine in this world, and her chief has been called a "legend" for most of his life.