On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Randall was dazzled.The alpha breath erupting from the black-haired man almost made it difficult for him to maintain a standing posture.The blond-haired omega only felt a "snap" in his brain, and it broke.

Bruce's expression didn't change. He stood in place, his eyes swept over the people who surrounded them, and the powerful pheromone almost enveloped the area.Obviously there are not a few alphas among the enemies who surrounded them, but Randall didn't feel their breath at all.

All that, is Bruce.

The scent of his officer stimulated almost all the senses of the blond agent, every slight feeling.Randall wobbled a bit, then used the last of his restraint to steady himself, he could hardly resist reaching out and touching the figure in front of him.

Bruce Stewart.

——All his dreams, all his madness, are within reach in a second.The blond agent clenched his fists tightly, making deep and shallow marks on his palm with his fingers.

In the deserted village, the sun is hanging high in the sky, the ground and roofs are golden, and the enemies dressed in exotic clothes are slowly approaching.Randall suddenly wondered if it was just a dream.His chief should not be standing here, not on such a battlefield, he is more suitable to sit behind that huge mahogany desk, in the cold-toned agent dispatching office, watching those fluorescent screens, and manipulating the world.

Instead of being with him.

Alpha's pheromone spread rapidly, the effect of this kind of breath on their enemies is obviously different from that on an omega who is on the verge of estrus.Several armed men with guns looked at each other. The hormones in the alphas were secreting rapidly, as if the challenged alphas were ready to move at almost the same time. Their target was standing in the middle of the open space. Yes, but it was so strong that it couldn't be suppressed and couldn't be dispelled, making the blood of all alphas boil.

All of a sudden, there was a fighting spirit everywhere.

The blond agent slowly held his breath after a few seconds.He could no longer allow himself to receive the breath that belonged to Bruce.Randall changed his way of breathing. The long breath allowed him to reduce the inhalation of alpha pheromone as much as possible, but his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't order himself to walk away from Bruce.He's a rabid, addicted drug addict, and while it's not polite to compare your boss to good heroin, Randall has to admit he can't take his eyes off the brunette. .

He longs for him too much.

The blond agent slowly moved his hand to the pistol at his waist.The insurance is on, as long as there is any change, he can violently kill people at any time.

——Can an omega in estrus maintain its combat capability?

——Please don’t question the quality of a breakpoint agent.

——If you want to question, please also treat Agent Randall James as a special case.

A second later, Bruce's hand pressed his wrist, and the blond agent froze for a moment. He looked at Bruce's fingers on his wrist, which were slender and well-defined.A little bit of temperature was transmitted from between the skins, and Randall only felt like an electric shock. It was just a movement like Bruce, and there was a tingling sensation between the skins.

The dark-haired man shook his head at Randall.

The agent slowly released his grip on the gun.He watched Bruce's fingers leave his skin the last moment, and he shook his teeth, hearing a creak.For another moment, he wanted to hold that person's hand without hesitation, and Randall realized with bewilderment that the picture he had just imagined was actually the hand of the officer guiding him, caressing his hot body, He seemed to be standing outside his body, watching Bruce's slender and strong fingers slowly rubbing against his skin, scratching the lines and old and new scars, stirring up flames along the way.

The blond agent shuddered.

—he almost did.

For the first time, there was no laughing and joking expression on Randall's face. He seemed to have just recovered, and withdrew his hand a second later. Bruce didn't seem to notice this.He must stay awake.

The blond agent's blue eyes had a dark cast.His hand was still on his waist, and he moved away from the side of the pistol casually, and then his fingers sank deep into the side of his waist.Randall exerted a lot of force, and the pain was still sharp through the dirty camouflage sweatshirt and gauze.He felt a bit of stickiness slowly spread from his waist.The mind is a little clearer.

"Don't move forward." A voice said outside the encircling circle that was about to move.The voice was a little cold, with a distinct arrogance.

Randall raised an eyebrow. ——Is this their "commander"?

Those Alphas whose eyes were already glowing red actually stopped because of this faint command, and only stood in front of them, constantly showing Bruce a threatening expression.

The blond agent narrowed his eyes.He took a step forward, and looked at his officer with bright eyes.Bruce seemed to be completely unaffected by the other alphas. The dark-haired man's eyes still had clear brown pupils, like some kind of inorganic substance, shining in the sun, but unable to distinguish emotions.

Randall was relieved.

Alpha possesses super physical fitness and personal abilities, and is good at dealing with high-pressure and high-stress work. He can be competent in leadership positions in almost all fields, and military and police organizations are particularly fond of strong alphas.It's not hard to guess why Bruce was recruited by the CIA in the first place. Randall had no access to Bruce's file, but he remembered that there was a photo of him in a navy uniform in the dark-haired man's office.The sight of his officer in uniform against the backdrop of the Stars and Stripes is hard to forget, at least for an omega underling who "has something wrong with him."

Alphas with a military background tend to be more aggressive and more likely to be stimulated by same-sex pheromones.

Randall looked away from Bruce's face, looking inquisitively at the alphas that surrounded them.Their reactions were not normal. The strong men seemed to have received some kind of hormone, their muscles were tense, and their eyes were almost spitting fire. Alpha is aggressive and aggressive, but not a ready-to-rage bull.

"How can you not entertain the distinguished guests well?"

Randall shuddered, he didn't feel any pheromone.Either this person is a guy who is good at hiding like Bruce Stewart, or—

—or he's a beta.

The blond agent narrowed his eyes, and he watched the man who walked leisurely into the encirclement from a large group of almost crazy alphas who restrained their nature because of his words.

a beta.

The man in his mid-40s sported a moustache that didn't quite fit the local style and wore a clean robe.He is a white man. When he gave orders to others, he used standard Kurdish, but now he has changed to fluent English.He had a smile on his face: "Nice to meet you two."

Bruce took two steps forward, "I'm willing to say that too, if you didn't set up such a 'grand' welcome ceremony."

The CIA's senior executives were not surprised by the opponent's beta attributes.And the man who looked very leisurely looked at Bruce carefully, and suddenly smiled: "The senior intelligence officer of the CIA is really extraordinary, he can release such a powerful message, and he is not affected by other similar people."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, but before he spoke, the blond agent beside him laughed coldly, and Randall showed a dull expression: "Probably your definition of the same kind needs to be corrected."

Bruce turned his face and glanced at him lightly, the blond agent grinned, his blue eyes were completely clear.His fingers were stuck in his wounds, the pain accompanied by the damp heat touched by his fingertips constantly stimulated the nerves, and the desire that had just been caused by Bruce's sudden burst of pheromones gradually subsided.

The middle-aged man with the beta attribute moved his gaze to Randall, looked up and down: "So you and your chief are the same kind?"

Randall gave the other party a look of contempt like a fool, and then showed a particularly bright smile: "Why don't we keep a little suspense?"

—Bruce's trick worked.

No matter who the other party was instigated by, it was obviously for the four nuclear warheads that Bruce had mastered.As for their specific identities, I am afraid that these local armed forces acting as minions are not clear.The blond agent offered his officer the best option before entering this dangerous situation - let him distract, or hold the other party's attention.It is self-evident how much influence an omega in estrus can have on an armed organization whose core members are all alphas.Randall has never been afraid of desperation, and he also knows his own value. By sacrificing an Omega agent, Bruce Stewart will easily get out of such a mess.

However, his superiors overruled Randall's "sensible" proposal.

The smell of alpha pheromone on Bruce's body has never been strong. Men are like icebergs hidden in the shadows, majestic and powerful, but they never need to use physical advantages to achieve their goals.And he is a strong enough alpha.Randall is not an idiot, Omega can control its estrus through strengthening agents, and Alpha will naturally have corresponding inhibitors.

When Bruce unleashes his pheromones, that's when he uses his nature as a weapon. ——This has always been the point of view of the initiators of the Breakpoint Project.

The strong alpha pheromone attracted almost everyone's attention, and the overly strong smell that covered almost all senses also concealed the fact that there was an omega on the verge of estrus standing beside him.

Apparently, no one noticed that Randall, despite his overly brilliant blond hair and pretty blue eyes, was almost too much for a group of enemies driven almost insane by the presence of an overly powerful alpha. Can be ignored.

Beta is far less sensitive to smell than alpha and omega. The leader of the opponent looks shrewd and cunning, but he can't determine Randall's attributes.Everyone's attention is focused on this "powerful senior CIA official who holds the secret of the nuclear bomb", and Randall is almost dispensable.

The beta turned his eyes around the blond agent, his black eyes showed a hint of cunning and coldness with suspicion, and then said in a gentle tone: "Take our guests back and treat them well."