On the quality improvement of Omega agents

They were indeed treated "well".

Randall was bored playing with some hay on the cell floor.Blood slowly oozes from the wound that he had tampered with, and there was a sound outside.

The blond agent looked up lazily. Bruce came in from the outside, followed by two guards with guns.The dark-haired man was in a cell across from Randall.The blond agent watched with interest as his officer sat down against the potholed wall, and asked, "How does it feel to meet alone?"

Bruce glanced at him lightly: "A high-functioning antisocial personality beta, I don't think we have much in common."

Randall smiled meaninglessly, and he asked, "What does he want?"

"Soviet nuclear warheads."

The blond agent shrugged lazily: "What else?"

His officer looked up at him, "James, it's not time for you to question me."

Randall blinked, and his tone was that kind of sly tenderness: "I just care about you, dear Bruce."

The dark-haired man frowned imperceptibly.It's not that he has never heard an agent call himself "dear", but his name came out of the blonde agent's mouth, but it brought a strange intimacy.

—Perhaps it was a wrong decision to allow this secret agent, who had always been accustomed to making inroads, to call the officer by his first name.

Randall looked at Bruce with a smile. His officer looked intact. Obviously, even an anti-social lunatic would not dare to do anything to this black-haired intelligence officer. ——Not all legends have such awe-inspiring aura, and some people are called legends, but there is no more polite word to describe his horror.

"Then what do you want?"

Bruce looked at Randall indifferently, the blonde agent's question was out of his mind, but he understood.

If Bruce Stewart just let himself be dealt with because of a lunatic with anti-social personality and a group of armed men with assault rifles, it would be too sorry for the name "Legend".

But he didn't speak.

The blond agent laughed self-consciously. He looked at Bruce's brown eyes. They had a little light in the dark cell, but they were as dark as a black hole. No one could know what kind of vortex there was behind them. Once they were sucked in, they would be Forever.

Randall laughed softly, and the two guards standing at the door poked their heads in to take a look. Seeing that there was no change, they retracted and started chatting again.Night has fallen.

The blond agent changed himself into a more comfortable position, and the camouflage T-shirt that had become wet again was rubbed to the side of his body, making it inconspicuous.He yawned: "Bruce, my officer, may I take the liberty to say that I know you better than you think."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and said lightly, "James, what I have always disliked about you is that you are smart."

Randall laughed "haha", looking overjoyed by Bruce's words: "Oh, so?" He made a slightly hurt expression, and then retorted: "Your self-righteousness is the same."

Bruce didn't speak.

"The target of this group of local armed forces is a nuclear bomb. I know this, but that beta, he looks at you with a look of fanaticism. This is not common." Randall fiddled with the straw at hand, those original colors and The dry blades of grass that resembled his hair had grown dull and rotted in the sunless cell, and he crushed the bundle of hay, the last bits of which leaked through his fingers.The blond agent smacked his lips. He seemed to be considering his words, and he seemed to just spit out this sentence casually: "Whatever you want, Bruce, I will obey you."

I have questioned, but not violated.Because I am your agent.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about the meaning of the blond agent's words, with a calm expression.

"You are not unfamiliar with that beta, are you?"

This was not polite, Randall raised his chin slightly, he looked a little aggressive and provocative.

Bruce smiled suddenly: "I know him, but not familiar with him."

Randall didn't seem to expect the brunette to answer his question.He hooked the corner of his mouth in a little surprise, and then fell silent.

The temperature in the desert area drops sharply at night.Randall was a little sleepy. He supported his body on his elbows, feeling the coolness of the ground up his arms.Bruce was in the cell opposite, eyes closed, but Randall knew he wasn't asleep.The blond agent's gaze followed the officer's facial contours almost presumptuously. He squinted his eyes, as if he was in some high-end, luxurious and comfortable place, admiring the most perfect artwork in the world.

In fact, Randall James was deeply imprisoned, frozen by the low temperature in the desert night, and tried his best to restrain the urge to shiver. There was only a pile of messy grass around him, and a ridiculous and disgusting picture, like a picture that couldn't stop drooling. Mouth-like wounds.The only real one is probably the one he saw.

Perfect and dangerous.

Randall shuddered suddenly, he blinked his eyes, cheered up, and found inconceivably that he had just compared his chief, Bruce Stewart, to "the most perfect work of art in the world".The blond agent grinned.

He looked at Bruce with his eyes closed for a few seconds again, and gritted his teeth.The black-haired man's control over himself was far beyond Randall's imagination. It was as if the man who stood in the middle of a dark gun forest a few hours ago and soared into the sky did not exist at all. Bruce's body was almost There is no residual breath of alpha pheromone suddenly released.

——And obviously, his agent has not recovered from the alpha breath of his own officer.

Apparently, that beta hadn't forgotten about Bruce's humble "follower".

"You, come out."

The local man with an AK-47 assault rifle opened the door of Randall's cell, speaking bluntly.The blond agent stood up obediently, and let the man force him out roughly.Randall raised his eyes casually, and the robed beta came from the entrance, and he stopped in front of Bruce's cell door.

"Dear sir, if you would like to watch the next good show—" the beta man made a dramatic bowing gesture.

Randall rolled his eyes, and immediately got a gun butt in the back: "Go, what are you dawdling about!"

As soon as he walked out of the somewhat dark cell, the blinding sunlight immediately made the pupils of the blond man constrict. It was already morning.At this time, they were in a camp in a valley, surrounded by yellow sand and stones with no grass growing, and the temperature was hot.As soon as Randall saw the huge "cross" standing in the middle of the open space, he knew what the "next good show" was, and he sighed helplessly.

It was a frame made up of two thick logs tied together. Randall was pressed and walked towards the center of the open space. He muttered in a low voice, "This thing is too crude for the martyrdom of Jesus."

Then it was firmly tied to the shelf.

The blond agent's arms were separated and fixed on the horizontal wooden frame, using steel wires. Randall turned his face sideways with some difficulty, watching those thin wires tightening his arms, and his muscles were bulging.His feet hit the ground with difficulty, barely supporting his weight.

Bruce came out of the cell.He watched Randall tied to the cross made of stakes, his blond hair almost gleaming in the mid-day sun.The black-haired man paused for a second, his expression normal.

"I don't like this, Rot."

The beta man turned his head suddenly, his black eyes fixed on Bruce, paused for a moment, and finally said slowly: "As expected of a senior officer of the CIA." With a slippery and dangerous smile on the man's face, he said softly: "You remember my name."

Bruce said lightly: "I just heard about it." He looked at the middle-aged beta: "When you defected from the CIA, there was quite a stir."

The beta man laughed in a low voice: "People have no ambitions, so I can only find another place." He spread his hands: "At that time, the CIA did not support my research project, so I had to find another person who was willing to invest."

Bruce glanced over the men standing next to him who were obviously alphas. The red bloodshot eyes in their eyes gave people the feeling that they were on the verge of madness, and their swollen muscles and blood vessels showed amazingly powerful fighting power.The black-haired man smiled coldly: "Are these alphas who won't live long the product of your research?"

The beta man's face flashed mad anger because of Bruce's cold taunt for a moment, but then he smiled again: "Whatever you say, it is my consistent desire to transform people's nature." He showed an intoxicated expression: "Strengthen them, improve them, the nature given by the creator can also be manipulated by me..."

Bruce listened to the intoxicated fantasy described by the other party with a flat face, but there was distinct disgust in his brown eyes.

Rot is a beta, but he is not mediocre, or in other words, he is crazy far beyond anyone's definition, beta is ordinary.This beta has a genius brain. When he was recruited by the CIA, Bruce had just come to the CIA from the Navy.Roth was the first to advocate human body transformation, but his original point of view was to create "super soldiers" by strengthening the alpha's nature.But the CIA couldn't stand the repeated failed experiments and his gradual display of madness, and Rotter's experiments were stopped. A few months later, the genius scientist of the CIA defected from his country.

It seems that Rott is not aware of Bruce and his breakpoint plan.He was ordered to intercept Bruce, hoping to get information about those nuclear bombs, and the way he looked at Bruce was like looking at the supreme treasure.When this important person who is said to be the CIA stood there, Alpha's aura was like a mountain pressing down head-on, just a shadow was enough to make those who looked up trembling and subdued.

A powerful alpha, a senior official of the CIA, an excellent test subject.

Rott woke up from the dream he described. He looked at Bruce with a smile and said, "No matter what, you and the blond boy are in my hands, dear sir."

Bruce's extremely thin lips twisted in disgust at the beta's title.He looks away.

His agent was tied to a cross in the middle of the arena, and the sun shone on him, making him seem to be shining brightly.The blond agent looked lazy, he turned his head slightly, looking at the surrounding environment as if curious, his blue pupils shrank slightly due to the too strong light, and sweat dripped from Randall's cheeks , slowly dripping into the tattered T-shirt, and the agent didn't seem to feel the heat, Bruce squinted his eyes, and he saw the man who was firmly fixed on the rack trembling slightly.

Rot observed his expression, and Bruce looked cold.

"I know you don't like this kind of drama," the beta man sighed and smacked his lips. "At this temperature, it takes half a day for a living person, and he will probably be dehydrated and unconscious." He looked at the blonde agent carefully, like What is being evaluated: "Your men may not be able to survive that time."

Randall narrowed his eyes.The sun can't make him feel warm, sometimes it's like falling into an ice cave, and sometimes it's like cooking hot oil, but this kind of suffering made him more conscious, sweat slid down his face, and it was itchy.Bruce was so far away from the beta that he could only see the two of them talking and trying to read Bruce's lips in the agony and pain of the fever.He saw the dark-haired man purse his lips for a moment.

The blond agent laughed to himself. ——This reckless beta, he has completely angered Bruce Stewart.

Oh, this ending is going to be ugly.

Sweat rolled down his mouth, and Randall licked it, bitter and salty.The eyes are a little hard to keep open, maybe this time it can't be blamed on sleepiness.

Rott laughed "haha".

"Dear sir, I believe you have seen many cruel and bloody punishments in that corrupt and stupid institution, but believe me, there is no longer and more painful punishment than being roasted to death by one of the greatest planets in nature gone."

Bruce's eyes still stayed on Randall, he watched the blond agent open and close his eyes tiredly, he couldn't move his body, the water evaporated from his body at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

"Stopping this torment is just a word away," Rott said in a low voice, "If you are willing to provide the whereabouts of those four lovely nuclear bombs."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, "You know this can't happen."

Rott smiled: "Oh, it's okay, we have other solutions, I understand that you don't want to neglect your work." He said: "If you are willing to cooperate with me in a small experiment."

Bruce glanced at him: "Then?"

Rott's expression was serious: "Then he doesn't have to die." He said in an ambiguous tone, and then added: "—that blond-haired person who is very important to you."

Bruce sneered, "He's just an agent."

Rott gave an "oh" with great interest, then shrugged his shoulders, "It seems that I underestimated your firmness and your cruelty."

The Beta man's expression was joyful and cruel, and he made his voice look particularly sincere: "Your refusal may cause you to lose your agent forever, do you really think about it again, sir?"

Bruce doesn't look at him.He looked at Randall in the distance, the blond man looked dying, but he could vaguely see the corner of the agent's lips curled up.

His agents had always trusted him, and Bruce wondered if their lives could be trusted.

"Don't call me 'sir', Rot." The black-haired man's voice was like ice and snow.

——"Also, I refuse."