On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Bruce can do quite a few things while he's "asleep".Randall watched the man open the door of a jeep, without speaking, and sat in the passenger seat consciously. —Obviously questioning whether the CIA's top intelligence officer can drive with a broken hand is unwise.

Bruce started the jeep, he said, "Go to the nearest city, and someone will arrange for you to leave Area I."

Randall turned his face to look at him, the blue pupils were not clear in the night.

"and you,"

Bruce glances at him, and the blond agent doesn't avoid eye contact.Bruce smiled, "I have other things."

Randall shrugged his shoulders. He lazily turned his head to look at the vast night, and said, "We are in trouble now, sir." There was a slight smile on his lips, and his eyes were half-closed.

Bruce stared ahead, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "The whereabouts of the four Soviet-made nuclear warheads are known, and the identity of the person who attacked the helicopter is unknown, so I can't leave yet."

Randall listened quietly to Bruce's explanation. The blond agent and his chief rarely had the opportunity to speak face to face. Lord, every once in a while Bruce would interrupt him and say, "Complete your mission," or "I don't agree with what you're doing, Agent," or something like that.Bruce doesn't need to explain, Randall doesn't need to understand, except that Bruce makes the decisions and he executes them.

Bruce is here to investigate the outflow of the four Soviet-made nuclear warheads. It will not be good for Uncle Sam if those four nuclear warheads fall into the hands of anyone. The word "nuclear" is enough to become the sharpest thorn in the fat ass of the United States.Bruce Stewart personally took action, the cause of this matter has probably been understood, and the result may have been set.But obviously Mr. James has become the "variable" here.

It is not yet clear whether the person who shot down the helicopter was the military and police of District I or another armed organization. No matter which side it is, conducting espionage activities in the territory of other countries is not an easy crime, let alone the people around him now have four things in their minds. The whereabouts of nuclear warheads, information on sellers and buyers.I don't know how many people are watching.

"I'm your personal bodyguard, s..." the blond agent was talking with a smile, the rough jeep bumped suddenly, and Randall, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was thrown to the side with a bang On the car door, the man shut his mouth for a moment, and after a pause for a few seconds, he finally finished the second half of his sentence, "... sir."

This jeep was somehow found by Bruce, and Randall actually questioned whether anyone in this small village knew how it started. ——It was the first time he saw Bruce pinned the car door with a coin, and then pulled out two wires to start the ignition directly without the key. ——Most of the time, his officers are sitting in limousines equipped with bulletproof glass or even armor, with a full platoon of guards.

The car was driving on the sandy ground full of gravel, where the road was almost impossible to find. The wheels rolled over the fine sand and gravel, making creaking noises. From time to time, there were fist-sized stones that made the whole car body seem to be thrown up and separated. tire.

Randall was thrown to the ground, he bent his body slightly, clutching the armrest on the inside of the car with one hand, trying not to let himself be hit by the road that almost opened his side when he knocked on the door. Add bricks and tiles to the wound.

The car seemed to slow down a bit.Randall felt he should save his words, and flashed a grateful, silly-looking smile to his officer.Bruce held the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at the pale face of the blond agent, and pulled the corners of his lips: "James, I didn't know that you made yourself so embarrassed when you went on a mission. Is this your little hobby?"

Randall grinned, and he stared at Bruce inquiringly, but the dark-haired man didn't seem to intend to explain anything about his sudden talkativeness tonight.The blond agent finally smiled indifferently, and said, "Sir, don't you miss the feeling of being on the field?" Their jeep is "open top", and the desert night wind is very cool, blowing on the face helps to wake up .Landle paused, and said, "It hurts, but it's also a pleasure."

Bruce snorted, "I don't miss field work, James. As for your self-destructive tendencies, I can only ask you not to be physically annihilated."

Randall smiled in surprise: "Sir, you probably said more words tonight than I heard last month." With exaggerated emotion on his face, he said, "You still put that 'sir' get rid."

Bruce turned to look at him, "What?"

The blond agent shrugged, "I always thought you thought my name was 'Mr. James'."

"Oh, maybe one day I'll call you Randall, you gotta get used to a new name."

Randall froze for a moment, he licked his lips: "Should I look forward to that time?"

Bruce's voice was a little cold, but he could hear it very clearly in the silent night: "Maybe."

The blond agent was silent for a while, then he suddenly smiled: "Such a beautiful world for two, don't you plan to talk about your past?"

The next second Bruce stepped on the accelerator, the car sprang forward, and Randall heard his elbow slam against the door.He saw the bright light coming from the direction of the village in the rearview mirror. Needless to say, Randall knew that it was the person who shot down the helicopter smelling it.

Bruce was driving fast, the taillights were off, and the front lights were only on, so the stones in front of him couldn't be seen clearly.Randall turned around on the seat with some difficulty. He squinted his eyes and looked back. The lights seemed to be gradually approaching them.

"Sir, they can't guess that you will go to the city in this direction, right?"

Bruce said coldly: "If they can guess, it's the local armed organization."

The military and police in District I wish they could enter the city, where the security is heavily guarded and it is easier to monitor and round up, while those local armed groups are more willing to "handle affairs" in this desert.They knew that there were still survivors on the downed helicopter, so they would definitely move closer to the city.

Randall said as he drew his pistol, "You know why they shot down the helicopter?"

"For the nuclear warhead." Bruce said succinctly.

Randall was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said in a daze: "Because of me?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows. The expression of the senior CIA officer couldn't be seen clearly in the dark. He seemed to understand the meaning of the blond agent, maybe just thinking about his words. "Maybe." The man said.He turned his face and glanced at Randall: "You are my agent."

There are ghosts in the upper echelons of the CIA.This matter is not a day or two, Bruce rarely mentions what he is investigating, and this matter has nothing to do with Randall, and he doesn't bother to care about it.The news of Bruce in Area I is highly classified, and only a few people know it, and the change of the flight path of the helicopter was reported to the headquarters by the pilot——Bruce saved him from the street fighting in that small town, and it can be guessed that Bruce and him were in The people who are together can be counted on fingers.

And Randall has the positioning equipment assembled by the CIA Task Force for all Breakpoint agents.

The blond agent smiled silently, but said nothing.

"The person in front stops, and shoots if he doesn't stop!" Then there was a gunshot. ——Obviously neither party took this sentence seriously.Bruce held the steering wheel with one hand, and touched Randall, who was half kneeling on the seat beside him, with the other. The blond agent took a bullet bag from him. Things rattled and rattled inside.Randall waited for a while, the car behind was getting closer, and then he slowly opened the insurance.

"boom--"

Tracer bullets drew death trails in the night, a car behind braked loudly, and the friction of the tires and the rough ground made the scalp tingle.The bullet went straight through the windshield and hit the driver in the forehead.Brains and blood splashed all over the glass, and the people next to him stepped on the brakes in a hurry.

Randall whistled triumphantly, Bruce stepped up the gas, and the jeep sped forward.

"Da da da——" The speed of the pursuers behind was blocked, and a series of machine gun bullets followed.

"Shit!" Randall hurriedly leaned down to avoid the bullets, and the wound on his waist began to hurt violently.Bruce turned the steering wheel, and Jeep turned sharply, leaving behind the locust-like bullets.

Bruce kicked the accelerator all the way, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blond agent being thrown on the passenger seat, his body twisted into a weird posture.

"James?"

Randall adjusted his posture slowly. He straightened his body on the seat, and then smiled at Bruce: "How about it, sir, is my marksmanship good?"

Bruce glanced at him lightly, then turned to drive.

In order to get rid of the chasing jeep, Randall detoured quite a bit. With his eyes half closed, he let the wind in the desert sweep the fine sand across his face. He lazily listened to the sound of the engine, flattened flat mouth.

Fuel finally ran out.

Bruce turned off the engine, and he tightened the splint on his right arm, "We're probably going to spend the night in the desert." The senior CIA officer looked like a tired but experienced traveler at the moment.

Randall still looked lazy, "My pleasure."

Bruce got out of the car and went to the trunk to get something, and Randall leaned his head back in the seat, looking sleepy.

"Pick up your clothes."

Randall opened his eyes a little. "ah?"

The black-haired man looked indifferent: "Clothes." He waved his hand, and Randall saw the white gauze in the man's left hand.

The blond agent smiled nonchalantly, "Sir, please don't bother me." He opened the car door and tried to jump off the jeep swiftly, but there was darkness in front of him for a moment.Bruce watched the blond man staggered and fell from the car, finally showing a trace of helplessness on his face, but his reaction was not slow at all, and he grabbed Randall.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Randall cursed three times in a row, he blinked twice, and the scene in front of him was vaguely reappeared, he took a breath, and then found that his whole body It was all on Bruce.The man supported him with one hand while he pressed the other—the one with the splint.

The blond agent shook his head, then stood up straight: "Sorry, sir."

"If you'd save your commander the trouble?"

Randall exhaled, rolled up the slightly tight camouflage undershirt, and Bruce narrowed his eyes.His agent has a beautiful figure, the lines of his abdominal muscles are like sculptures, slightly undulating with his breathing, messy scars criss-cross, blood flows down from the wound on the waist, like an intermittent stream.Bruce put fresh gauze on Randall's wound, tightening it tightly as he tied the knot.Randall's breathing stopped for a moment, and he held the edge of the car door with one hand, slowly tightening his fingers.

Bruce looked up from the blond agent's wound, they were very close.

Randall blinked.Bruce's left hand was pressed against his chest, and he could feel the heat coming vaguely, like some kind of burning.The face of the black-haired man was close in front of his eyes, and his breath was almost sprayed on Randall's face. Standing, Randall suddenly felt that all the fatigue before him was swept away, and the blood was buzzing in his body, even if it was Looking into Bruce's brown eyes, which were clearly already angry.Randall thought,—maybe it's the eyes.

"I don't always forgive your insolence, James," said his officer. "If you want to die, don't lie to me."

He looked into Bruce's eyes, brown and cold and angry.Randall had never seen a real surge of emotion there before.They get so close that the scent of Bruce slowly, like some poisonous substance, permeates him.Randall looked at the dark-haired man, feeling the rush of adrenaline rushing through his veins.Bruce makes him feel dangerous, makes him feel lust, he trusts this person, he also suspects this person, he follows him, obeys him, disobeys him.

Randall took a deep breath, and the silence of the desert allowed him to hear the loud sound of his own heartbeat.

He didn't know whether what he wanted was to kill this man, or let him ruthlessly penetrate his body.

The blond agent raised his chin slightly. In the dark night, his dark hair became messy due to the wind in the desert. Some broken hair brushed Randall's eyebrows and eyes. His pale face due to blood loss and fatigue was blurred by the night. It showed a somewhat enchanting appearance.The man's side face was hard but beautiful, his jaw tensed like a beast ready to attack, elegant and dangerous.

He's got an adrenaline problem, but he's kept the bloody sanity of an agent through those crazy little moments.

Not now.

He looks at Bruce, almost defiantly.

"Sir, don't order me like that." The blond agent's voice was hoarse, "I never, never lied to you."

Bruce stared into Randall's eyes, dark blue in the night, like the silent deep sea.There was a little inquiry in the eyes of the black-haired man, he paused for a few seconds, and suddenly turned away without warning.

"I will keep my distance from you, there will be no next time, Agent."

Standing alone in the cold night wind, Randall let go of his already stiff fingers holding the car door, and then took a deep breath.The cold air of the desert night filled his lungs, cooling his feverish body.

The blond man seemed to be able to feel his sanity slowly coming back, the gears in his brain began to crunch, and he clenched his fingers because of the momentary impulse.

That feeling hasn't receded yet, overwhelmed, frantic, desperate.

The head seemed to hurt more than the wound on the waist.

Randall is not a fool, his own body, if he does not know what happened at this point, he can really go to "physical annihilation".

——He seems to be in heat again.