On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Rott's eyes paused on Bruce's face for a few seconds without interest, and he showed a smirk: "It seems that you are really not interested in this." He waved his hand, "Then don't bask in the sun here Lah, you're prone to heatstroke." Two armed men came up, and they escorted Bruce back to the cell.

Five hours and 43 minutes passed by second by second.

Randall was surprised that he had kept his sanity.Thirst evaporated from the bottom of his heart, and he knew that the water in his body was evaporating from every pore on his body.The blond agent licked his chapped lips and tasted a bloody smell, which rushed from his throat to his stomach and nasal cavity, creating a strong nausea.The man coughed by himself, and during his breathing, he heard the overwhelmed, saw-like wheezing from his lungs.

Randall blinked, the scene in front of him was blurred.The burning of the sun seemed to have finally eased a little. Randall didn't know if it was his own illusion. Tiredness enveloped his mind like a nightmare, and the bursts of tingling pain in his brain were like electric currents passing through from time to time. The blond agent was shocked at once.

A century has passed.Maybe two.

It was getting dark.Randall raised his head with difficulty. He was not surprised to find that all his senses had almost failed. He couldn't see if there was anyone around him, he couldn't feel the breath, and his arms were oppressed by his own weight.The blond agent sniffed, he could only see a hazy sky, but smiled softly.

"It will rain tonight."

The dark blue clouds slowly gathered.

The rain really started to fall, and a rain in the desert area was as rare as a miracle.Bean-sized raindrops hit his head and face, but the blond agent couldn't feel it at all.He closed his eyes, as if asleep.

A guard came forward, he put his hand under Randall's nose, and then patted the agent's cheek vigorously, but there was no response from the agent.The guard hesitated for a while, then walked towards the earthen house beside him.

The blond-haired man was silently tied to the rough cross, and the rain soaked his thin clothes, outlining a strong enough, slender body line, those hair that would shine in the sun obediently Water droplets dripped from his hair and slipped into his collar against his cheek.This unremarkable man has a beautiful body and handsome facial lines. With his eyes closed, he is like a lifeless sculpture, but it is so vivid that it can be resurrected at any time.

Soft, strong, beautiful.

Like a martyred god.

As soon as Rot came out, he saw such a scene.

Rott was stunned for a second or two. "Is he really a beta?" He muttered to himself, but realized it quickly.

"Untie him."

Two guards stepped forward, and they roughly untied the blond agent from the wooden stake. The man in a coma had no intuition or strength, and fell straight down from it.

Rott walked over in the rain.

"It's lucky for him, it's raining here before the sun dries." The beta man looked at Randall's face carefully for a while, watching the water drops tremblingly falling from the man's brow bone, and then Glides over lashes and lids, onto slightly moist lips.

Then Randall opened his eyes.It takes him a while to focus, and then he finds himself out of the damn cross.The blue eyes narrowed slightly, feeling sore and uncomfortable from the rainwater flowing in.He met Roth's eyes.

The beta man took a step back abruptly, showing an expression of extreme disgust. ——The beautiful blond god just now turned into a mortal the moment he opened his eyes.Ordinary, useless people.Such a mediocre life is really disgusting.

Rott said coldly: "Take him back to the cell and watch him." He strode away.

Randall blinked, and he let the two guards half-drag him back to the cell.

Because of this sudden rain, there was a strong musty smell in the cell, and the humidity suddenly became thicker.The blond agent was dragged across, with his toes on the potholed aisle floor.He saw Rot standing in front of Bruce's cell door.

Rot opened the cell door and Bruce came out.Apparently they also have a "private meeting".

Randall looked up, and he smiled at Bruce who was walking away.The dark-haired man's eyes stayed on his face for two seconds, and then left.

Randall saw Bruce curl his lips and gave him a similar smile.Maybe it was my illusion, the blond agent muttered to himself.He was thrown hard into the small musty cell, and then there was the sound of the chains being locked again.Randall rolled over on the ground, and he "rolled" himself to where there was more hay.

—Maybe it wasn't a hallucination.

Then he closed his eyes and loosened his fingers feebly.

The rain in the desert came and went quickly, and when Bruce was brought back to the cell, the rain had stopped, leaving only a bit of moist air to prove that there had been moisture here just now.

The dark-haired man stopped in front of the cell door.The guards with guns had already opened the cell door, urging impatiently.

His agent lay on the ground, the side of the wound against the solid wall, no face visible.

"Let me go in and see him."

The guard didn't react for a moment, he stared blankly at the black-haired man who turned to him, Bruce's face was expressionless, but the cold breath on his body was undoubtedly revealed.

The guard was an alpha, but he felt fear in an instant.What they were guarding was a sufficiently terrifying person.That breath is not an alpha physiological pheromone, but the innate power of a strong man.The guard obeyed the other party's orders almost like a marionette, and accidentally opened the door for Bruce.

Bruce stepped into the cell.

He heard the blond agent moaning softly.Bruce squats down, and he flips Randall over gently.The rain on his agent's body was still wet, and the T-shirt attached to his body was warm and damp from the body heat.The black-haired man's hands paused slightly, and he turned his face slightly. The guard was still standing not far away, armed with a gun.Simply because the prison was full of mold and dust, the alpha didn't notice the stronger omega pheromone hidden under the bloody and musty smell on the blond agent.

The blond agent was obviously having a high fever and fell into a coma. Bruce watched fine beads of sweat ooze from the agent's forehead, but his lips were chapped and bloodshot.Randall was trembling slightly with a high fever, and the golden hair tipped a little from one side of his cheek. He closed his eyes tightly, but the eyeballs rolled rapidly and violently under the eyelids. He was dreaming and restless.

Bruce re-bandaged the wound that the agent himself had torn, and when the gauze was tightened, he heard Randall whispering, whispering and hissing.

"...s...s..."

The dark-haired man squatted beside his agent, the sweet scent of omega constantly eroding his nerves, but the senior CIA officer didn't get up immediately.He stared at Randall for two seconds, then put his fingers on the blond agent's neck.The pulse under the fingers is still beating, much faster than normal, but still powerful.He could believe that the blood was rushing rapidly through this comatose body, bringing vitality and recovery to the body.

Bruce has always liked a strong enough vitality.

His agents are alive, pained, tired, and delirious, but still able to open their eyes.The temperature slightly higher than the normal temperature of the human body spread to the fingertips, and the small piece of skin that touched it seemed to be burning. Bruce found that he wished for another moment and saw Randall's blue pupils.His agent seemed a little aware of Bruce's touch, rubbing his disheveled blond head carelessly against Bruce's hand like some kind of sleepy feline.

Unconscious attachment.

Bruce stiffens, he can feel Randall's desire for his touch, and he's sure it's pheromones.

——Otherwise, he wouldn't be moved for a second because of such a childish act of crossing the line.

The senior CIA officer stood up abruptly and walked away.

"...Hoo--" The blond agent only felt that his eyes were stuck with glue, and it was extremely difficult to open them.He scratched the itchy wound from the rain with his hands indiscriminately, and found that the loose gauze had been rewrapped.Randall blinked his eyes, then turned his eyes, he thought of Bruce sitting in the opposite cell and grinned: "Thank you, Bruce."

His officer seemed unmoved by the smile.Bruce just nodded slightly, and then said: "Keep up your strength, your condition is not good, James."

Randall smiled "hey", he looked at Bruce and knew that his chief had got the information he wanted. "Do you know who the person who wants to kill you is?"

The dark-haired man glanced at him with a flat expression: "This is not something you should care about."

Randall shook his head impatiently, his tone was lazy, as if the person he was facing was not his immediate boss. "I know that your business has nothing to do with me, but now we are tied together, Bruce." He said Bruce's name lazily, a word from his mouth was pronounced with twists and turns and softly.

Bruce froze.

The blond agent exhaled lightly: "You have also seen my situation," he pouted, and said, "If you have got the information you want, can we leave?"

Bruce looked at the blonde agent, and he said slowly, "You don't have to worry about this, Randall."

Randall's eyes slowly loosened again after the moment of clarity.He muttered indistinctly: "I'm your bodyguard now, how could..." His voice had already dropped, and the blond agent struggled a bit, as if trying to shake off the intense drowsiness.

His eyes were still open, but his eyes were not focused.Randall was lying on the ground, and he saw Bruce's eyes, and he couldn't understand the emotions in them.

The black-haired officer said lightly: "You did a good job, Randall, you did a good job."

The agent heard dimly, and he didn't even have the strength to understand Bruce's words. He intuitively told Randall that he seemed to have heard something extraordinary just now.

But already too tired to tell.

Bruce watched his agent slowly close his eyes, the blue pupils disappearing.

"This time I will protect you."