On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The night in the desert was windy and cool, and the stones on the ground were hard and harsh. Randall closed his eyes, feeling the fine grains of sand rolling over his face.

A jeep without fuel is tantamount to being scrapped. In the desert at night, they can’t find their way. They can only rest on the spot. They spread some hay thrown in the trunk on the side of the vehicle as a mattress, and the two take turns to be vigilant.The strings in my brain were still tense, throbbing and throbbing.He slowly raised his hand and shook it, then took off the tattered sports watch.

There are five pills left.

The blond agent exhaled, poured the five small pills into his mouth, chewed them twice and swallowed them.A bitter taste spread under the base of his tongue, and Randall swallowed.Bruce was sitting on the other side of the car, and the agent had to squint his eyes to see the faint figure of the dark-haired man.

The effect of the medicine began to take effect, the blond agent closed his eyes, and he felt the turmoil in his blood gradually subside, leaving only fatigue.Now is not the time to be in heat.Even if the current suppression can only bring more trouble to the back, as long as it is not in front of Bruce.

The white mist disappeared without a trace in the air.He was hot and cold for a while, and the surrounding scenery could not be seen clearly.Randall of the consolidation agent was sitting next to the jeep, with the iron skin pressing against his head coldly. The blond man exhaled lightly, seeing that the white effect was good, but he didn't care about the fever.The man touched the wound on the side of his waist. Bruce's dressing technique was very good. The tentacles were dry gauze, and the bleeding had stopped.Breakpoint Agent's healing ability has always been amazing. As long as the blood is not drained, it will take four to five days for such a wound to basically heal.

His mind was in turmoil, the pain and high fever almost made the blond agent hallucinate, he saw many Bruce, standing in the snow, standing outside the glass cage, sitting in the dimly lit helicopter.Those times when he looked up and saw that he was covered in mud and blood.

Like some kind of strange pattern.

The blond agent slowly clenched his fingers, and there was a sharp pain somewhere in his brain. Omega's nature was like a ferocious beast locked in an iron cage, roaring non-stop, its sharp claws scraping the metal shackles, Randall's brain made echoing screams.

Randall could almost hear his heavy panting, as if something was stuck in his throat, roughly rubbing against his vocal cords.The man moved his body slowly, and he pressed his forehead against the body of the jeep in an awkward position, trying to cool down a bit.Even the cold metal had little effect, and Randall exhaled, feeling the beast in his head screaming.It yearns for the freedom to be released.

The light-colored eyebrows of the blond agent furrowed tightly at some point, and he shook his head.

No, no.not now.

Golden grains of sand slowly slipped down from between the man's fingers, like a fine, small river.He no longer clenched his fingers as he fell asleep, his eyelashes cast a little shadow under his eyelids.

All was silent.

The moment he woke up Randall didn't even know where he was.He raised his stiff arm and rubbed his eyes, then put the sandy soil and giant cacti into his pupils.

desert.

The blond man stood up slowly while supporting the jeep that had long since been scrapped.He quickly checked his physical condition in a few seconds.The fever had subsided, the wound on the side of his waist hadn't cracked, and the blood had already stopped, but the agent was still tired, as if the "sleep" just now had no effect on him.Randall clenched his fist tentatively, surprised by the weakening of his strength.The blond agent exhaled lightly, moved his hands and feet, and ignored the pain that seemed to be falling apart all over his body with a blank expression.

But he couldn't bring himself to ignore the silence the way he ignored the pain.

Obviously the fact that Bruce is not here.

It was already later than he expected, especially after what happened last night.A wounded omega who can't control her own desires is probably not the best choice for a journey companion.

He raised his head and looked around. It was just dawn, and the surrounding desert was gray, and there were two or three meters of cactus standing in the distance.The blond agent lowered his head, his fingers traversing a little bit of gauze protruding from under the clothes, in the shape of a bow.A faint smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips.

Whether you can get out of this desert probably depends on luck.

The pistol was not with him, but fortunately the saber was still there.Randall tipped into the jeep, trying to see what else was available.

"Snapped--"

Randall stopped his movements suddenly. He was still half bent in the car. After hearing the soft sound, he slowly lowered his body like a leopard waiting to hunt, and hid silently in the Jeep's car , clenched the saber in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

A man's voice came from outside the jeep, Randall raised his face slightly, and he saw Bruce Stewart standing outside the car with a half-smile, looking at him.

The blond agent froze for a few seconds, then laughed "hehe".He stood up from the carriage, "Sir, I thought you were gone."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and added lightly: "And then never come back?"

Randall shrugged his shoulders: "Oh, that is undoubtedly the most sensible choice, sir. After all, I am a mobile tracking device."

The dark-haired man watched Randall jumping out of the car, and his movements were very agile: "If you can only see so far, James, I have to admit that I am a little disappointed." He glanced at Randall's waist, satisfied The ground did not see blood, "Fever gone?"

Randall paused, "Well," he responded, and said with a smile: "You know the recovery function of the breakpoint." The smile of the blond agent seemed to show off in a casual way: "You mean Besides those chasing soldiers, is there anyone else who can find us through the locator on my body?"

Bruce nodded. "Garcia knows this."

Randall smiled, "Your female adjutant is really capable."

Bruce glanced at him: "My female adjutant is responsible for many things, one of which is to report to me all your movements."

Randall tilted his head: "No wonder she keeps staring at me. If she didn't know it, she thought our dear beta female officer was interested in me."

Bruce handed the things in his hands to the blond agent, and said, "I never accept goodbyes, James."

Randall froze for a moment, he weighed the kettle that Bruce handed him, and refilled it with water.The blond agent blinked, of course he knew what his officer was referring to.

The black-haired man looked at him lightly, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Sir," the blond agent suddenly said, leaning on the door of the jeep whose paint had been peeled off by the wind and sand, dangling the filled jug.

"May I call your name?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, he looked at Randall: "Oh, in order to show the sincerity of choosing you as a 'travel companion', the answer is yes."

Randall grinned: "Bruce."

The black-haired man twitched the corners of his mouth as an unscrupulous response to his agent, and then changed the subject: "The water source is not far away, and there is a small oasis two kilometers away."

In such a place, where there is an oasis, there is a town.

Randall unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. It seemed that enjoying the fruits of the chief's labor made the blond agent happy. "Leaving?"

The dark-haired man has already walked forward first.

Randall stood where he was, blinking his eyes to see Bruce's back, even though so many twists and turns happened in a few hours, between the explosion, fleeing and fighting, the man was still upright.The sweet water flowed down the esophagus into the stomach pouch, bringing a burst of irony and pleasure that made one want to arch his back and yawn. Randall scratched his blond hair and wiped the sand from his cheek carelessly. Still tired, sore, tortured by nature, but happy.

The blond agent followed, and the footprints on the sand were quickly covered by new sand.He followed Bruce not too far away, and there was a small distance between the two.Randall was carrying a water bottle, staggering across the place where his chief passed by, smiling like a cat stealing fish.

The sun is slowly rising.

Two kilometers is not far, and the two walked very fast.Randall was on guard all the way, but the expected pursuers did not appear.At that time, they were not sure whether the local armed group that caught up last night had already mastered the signal of Randall's tracker, or they were only following someone's order to follow their location.But now it seems likely to be the latter.

This can give Randall a sigh of relief, but it also means danger ahead.They have gone deep into the desert, and there is no retreat behind them. Only when they reach the city can they get in touch with the CIA's intelligence forces in Area I. When they return to the United States, those who want them to be buried here obviously know this too.

Bruce stopped in front of him.He turned his head, the sun was shining from the side, and the dark-haired man had to squint his eyes to see Randall's face clearly.

The blond agent also stopped, with a distance of a few meters between them, he threw the water bottle in his hand to Bruce.

The senior officer of the CIA swiftly caught the kettle that hit him with his left hand. He glanced at Randall expressionlessly, and his agent laughed "chichi".

Randall watched his officer slowly clamp the jug between arm and chest with the crudely splinted right hand, and slowly unscrew the lid with the other hand. ——"Take a 'desert trip' with the chief of the CIA special task force, and have the opportunity to appreciate the different side of the chief", oh, if he can give a summary of this mission, he even thought of the title of the report, Although it sounds like a tourist ad with a bit of a perverted hobby.

Bruce took a look at Randall, the same chilling sternness in his eyes, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the agent who had just been given permission to call him by his first name.

"I remember that you can use a gun with your left hand, and twisting a kettle is naturally a piece of cake." He paused, and added: "Bruce." Lightweight, like practiced many times.

Randall spread his hands: "You said to keep a distance, so I can only use throwing ones." The blond agent smiled heartlessly: "I don't think you want an omega that is almost in heat to approach?"

Bruce stared at Randall inquiringly for a few seconds.His agent lolled in the sun, his dusty hair shining again.

An omega in estrus.

He didn't need to remind him when his agent looked at him with that almost crazy look a few hours ago.Bruce moved his fingers.In the night, Randall's sea-blue eyes flashed in his mind, like two dark stars that would be missed if he didn't pay attention.He saw emotion in the blond agent's eyes, reckless, unscrupulous, or, callousness that would blow everything away.

He also knew that Randall longed for him, from the first day the excellent omega agent finished all the breakpoint projects, leaning lazily on the door of Bruce's office, his eyes gliding over the crossed fingers of his trainer Bruce knew it.

The distance between the two made it impossible for Bruce to see Randall's subtle expression at this time. He just said lightly: "If you show that you are not trustworthy, I will not come back this morning, James."

Randall shrugged indifferently: "Thank you for your trust."

Bruce didn't speak, he turned and walked on.Randall's appearance in the golden light was almost dazzling. The senior CIA chief had never doubted his self-control ability, but now he couldn't take the risk.

Randall smiled mockingly behind the dark-haired man, and he took a step.If he hadn't controlled those desires that overwhelmed his reason last night, he might have been a corpse this morning.

The blond agent never knew where his boss was, even if he could call him "Bruce" now.

When the village was far away, both of them were tired.Randall followed Bruce with one foot deep and one shallow foot. The gauze on the waist rubbed against the wound with the movement of the body. The pain was like a trap that could not be shaken off, firmly nailed to his body, and the steel teeth Deep into the flesh, always reminding him.

It was already morning, and the position of the sun showed that it was about nine or ten o'clock.Bruce stopped, and he looked at Randall.

The blond agent walked up slowly, and he smiled and said, "It looks like a trap, doesn't it?" It's not yet noon, and the outside temperature is not unbearable, but there is not even a trace of human voice in this village, and it is extremely quiet weird.

Bruce didn't mean to be joking, "Try to restrain your breath." The blond agent approached him, and immediately a sweet smell wafted over, provoking his nerves, and Bruce pinched his fingers.He knew how Randall's dyslexia managed to control the "accident" last night, but obviously, the dosage of the strengthening agent was no longer enough to help his nerves control the release of those pheromones.

He had already had a heat a few months ago.Bruce frowned. It's not a pleasant phenomenon for his agent to be so disorganized.

——The higher the wall is built, the greater the damage it will cause when it collapses.

Bruce is the head of Project Breakpoint, and he knows this.The brain surgery that inhibits pheromones needs to be continuously maintained with drugs. When the string maintained by drugs finally breaks, no one knows what will happen.

The blond agent stood by his side, and Bruce saw the bright light in those blue eyes.He suddenly found himself holding his breath for a moment.

Randall laughed softly, his eyes swept over Bruce's expressionless face, "Don't worry about me, Bruce, an alpha as strong as you is probably no less attractive to our enemies than an omega. He stared into Bruce's brown eyes and said softly, "I know that, Bruce."

The principle of same-sex repulsion makes sense everywhere, let alone such a powerful and warlike nature as Alpha.Their hostility towards powerful opponents is probably second only to their desire for omega.

Bruce glanced at his agent indifferently, and curled the corners of his lips.He ignored the non-threatening anger in the blond agent's tone, and walked towards the silent village.

Randall ground his teeth.Regarding Bruce Stewart, he never dared to pretend to understand, but he knew what his dear officer was planning to do.He took a few steps to catch up: "Bruce, you know this is not a wise choice, I can be consumed, the lowest price I can pay now."

Bruce finally laughed. He looked at the blonde agent's expression: "James, your value is not up to you to define."

Breakpoint No. [-] is the most important data provider for the entire experiment, and the uniqueness of individuals cannot be replicated.Bruce is an intelligence officer, a politician, and maybe half a researcher, and he knows the importance of Randall James.

Randall James is indispensable to the breakpoint plan.Nothing else.

"Do you really think Project Breakpoint is that important to you?" he asked the blond agent, lounging in the sun with his arms folded.

Bruce looked calm: "It's not your turn to worry about this, James." The two of them had already entered the village.

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p;Several men wearing headscarves slowly came out of the earthen house and surrounded them.They didn't bother to hide those jet-black assault rifles.

Randall rolled his eyes. —Very well, they are now under siege.An omega agent who was in a rut as chaotic as a little girl with irregular periods, and a senior CIA official who knew the whereabouts of four nuclear bombs and had a broken right hand.

Bruce stood a little ahead of him, turning his head thoughtfully when he spoke.Randall suddenly realized that at this moment, they were facing each other, and his officer's brown eyes were like some kind of ore that could sparkle, so he couldn't turn his eyes away.The man's complexion was still pale, a little red under the strong sunlight these days, and he looked a little funny.But still majestic and powerful.He listened to his officer say so.

"You can call me Bruce, Agent, but you still obey me."

In the next second, a huge aura exploded like an atomic bomb.Randall almost gave a knee.

— pheromones belonging to a powerful, unstoppable alpha.