On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The air was cool in the mountains after it had just rained, and the temperature helped one to cool down, Bruce thought.The black-haired man was standing in the open space in front of the cabin, and he looked indifferently at the slightly moist land under his feet, which was slowly turning back to dry.This is a desert after all.

The wind at night was strong, and the hair on Bruce's forehead was blown up, revealing the man's brown eyes, the emotions inside were turbulent, like the gray darkness before the storm.

In the silent deep valley, there seemed to be only the whistling wind, and Bruce casually watched his tattered trousers shaking pitifully in the wind.Then he raised his eyes to look at the sky and saw that the situation was good.

The whistling sound in the wind became more and more clear, and Bruce looked calm: "It's not a wise choice to shoot." He said.

The man's voice was not high, but it was clear enough. He looked at the enemies suddenly appearing from all around, and twitched the corner of his mouth. —That was not a smile.

Rot walked up slowly from behind, he looked at Bruce through those muscular alphas, with a new vision, "Oh, oh, of course I won't let them be so rash." The beta man's eyes sparkled Shining, he seemed intoxicated and took a deep breath, feeling the breath that belonged to that powerful and shocking alpha in the air - and the sweetness of the estrus that belonged to that beautiful omega.

"I hope my presumptuousness didn't disturb you two," Rot said.

Bruce snorted, he didn't seem to care about being surrounded, and this attitude made Rott's face flash with almost crazy joy and appreciation from time to time.

Bruce said: "Then I would like to thank Mr. Rott for his kindness." His eyes swept across the row of alpha soldiers in front of him, and his tone was flat: "You know that the alphas modified by these drugs are not strong enough."

Rott smiled, he didn't seem to be annoyed by this fact, he just stared at Bruce with fiery eyes: "But they are my creation after all."

The black-haired man raised his eyebrows, he was extremely disgusted with the deliberately harsh words in Rott's mouth. --"create"?Does he see himself as the creator?

Rott's smile was very bright, and he said softly: "It's just that they are not perfect. Research always has to go through some twists and turns." He stared at Bruce with an almost creepy look, "Before this, I I never thought that there would be such a powerful alpha in this world, and an omega that can be as perfect as your subordinates." The beta scientists seemed to see the corpses of the transformed alpha fighters who fell to the ground just now, and that In the rain, the beautiful blond creature looks like a god, and the expression on his face is even crazier.And Bruce just looked at him coldly.

Rott's voice was even a little hoarse with excitement, and he asked, "Have you ever seen a lion hunt?"

Bruce smiled lightly and said, "You are far from being a hunter, Mr. Rott."

The sound of the helicopter's paddles was approaching, and the messy noise indicated that it was not just a plane coming, and the airflow fanned by the blades made the wind direction uncertain.Rott's eyes on Bruce gradually began to become resentful.He raised his eyebrows with great interest to hide the shock in his heart, and then laughed: "So you have been prepared all along, you are indeed a legend of the CIA, you were able to endure it for so long just now," Rott pointed out Authentic, "It's really admirable."

The four helicopters gradually emerged from the night, and Rotor waved his hand to stop the alpha fighters who were aiming their guns at Bruce.The four helicopters were far enough away from them that their machine guns would sieve all of them after they'd killed Bruce. The beta man looked at Bruce blankly, and after a pause for a few seconds, he laughed suddenly: "It's worth losing to you." He gritted his teeth every word, and his smile was extraordinarily sincere.

The special operations team slid down the ropes on the helicopter, forming a circle around a group of alphas with red eyes, all of their dark muzzles pointed at the vitals.

Bruce looked at Rot, his voice was gentle and calm, "The job I offer you is still valid, Mr. Rot, I hope you can think about it."

Rot laughed loudly: "Haha, in this situation, sir, you are really a good negotiator." He scanned the surroundings, his situation was already very clear, but Beta's eyes, which were in a desperate situation, were full of madness and cunning.

Bruce was expressionless.Rotor has completely lost his sanity as a human being, but he has to admit that he is a smart lunatic.

"OK." The beta man's voice was hoarse, and he laughed again after speaking.

Two special soldiers came up, searched Root all over, then handcuffed him and escorted him to the helicopter that was slowly landing.

The airflow brought up by the propellers blows the fine stones and sand on the ground. Garcia sticks her head out from the open hatch. She is obviously relieved to see Bruce standing there intact. The female soldier waved Waved, let two special soldiers put Rot on the helicopter.

Garcia jumped down from the ladder two or three times, her face was tense, and she looked up and down at her chief through the people.The black-haired man looked tired, but he was still tall and straight, his eyes were cold but energetic. Bruce was only wearing a thin shirt with tattered cuffs and stains on his trousers. He was in a state of embarrassment that Garcia had never seen before. .His officer nodded slightly to the female soldier through a pile of muzzles, and greeted the female soldier in a bland manner. Garcia felt her nose a little sore.

The sir looked different.The air was filled with the stimulating smell of those alphas that had been transformed into "Rage Warriors", but Garcia could vaguely discern a difference.Bruce Stewart was standing a few meters away. The black-haired man looked tired and cold. The more expressionless his face was, the more terrifying and menacing he was.

And that's not the most obvious part that caught Garcia's attention.

Bruce wasn't looking at the modified alphas with red eyes. He turned around and walked towards the wooden house behind him. He raised his right hand, waved two fingers lightly, and then closed the door of the small wooden house.

"—Bang bang bang!!!"

Before those alphas reflected the meaning of this action, the guns of the special warfare soldiers had already fired, and bullets shot at the transformed alphas like locusts, and the opponents didn't even have time to pull the trigger of their guns.Tongues of fire spewed out, and the muzzle flame was exceptionally bright in the dark night. After a few seconds, everything returned to calm, and the darkness fell silent again. Only the scattered gunpowder and the gradually spreading smell of blood indicated what had just happened.Soldiers began moving and burying the bodies so quickly that local authorities would not even know there had been a massacre.

Garcia walked quickly towards the cabin.

The "bed" made of soil blocks seemed to make the agent sleep uneasy.Bruce stood aside, silently watching the man lying there.The lighting in the hut is not good, there is only one long-lasting kerosene lamp, and Randall's blond hair looks a little dull.Bruce stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked the skin of Randall's neck with his index finger. The temperature was slightly higher. Bruce could feel the arteries in the agent's neck beating under his fingertips, rapid, vigorous and powerful.

The dark-haired man stared at the unconscious man for a few seconds, a thoughtful look in his brown eyes.But Bruce didn't stay for long.

Garcia stood in the doorway wondering if she should go in.

"Boom-"

The tattered door of the cabin was kicked open, and Garcia took a step back. She watched Bruce strode out of the cabin. There was another person in the arms of the senior CIA officer. The blonde hair was clearly visible, she exhaled and felt relieved.

Then, watching her officer hold the blond agent horizontally with no expression on his face, he boarded the helicopter under the watchful eyes of a group of special soldiers.

"Please ask the doctor to examine your body, sir."

Bruce glanced at Garcia, who was sitting next to him with an anxious expression on his face, rolled up his sleeves and let the medical staff measure his blood pressure.The man's eyes fell on the other side of the cabin. The blond agent was lying on a simple stretcher. A medical soldier was injecting something into the blood vessels of his arm. The agent's eyeballs rolled violently under the closed eyelids, and his chest kept rising and falling while breathing.

Garcia squeezed her fingers nervously, only to realize that her palms were already covered with sweat, cold sweat.The officer’s arm was severely fractured, and the medic said that the fracture had been professionally bandaged—you don’t have to think about who’s masterpiece, but due to high-intensity exercise and poor conditions, the fixture fell off, and the forearm fracture aggravated.

Garcia knew how much that hurt.

The female soldier quietly followed Bruce's gaze. Randall was lying there without a sound. The agent didn't seem to be in a good condition. He seemed to be in a silent battle, his muscles tensed, and he resisted the unknown. The enemy, Garcia knew what such a physiological reaction represented. She had seen too many Breakpoint agents tortured by estrus, including Randall.Bruce was the only alpha on the helicopter, and apart from Garcia and the pilot and co-pilot, there were no fighters.The two special forces guards were rushed to another helicopter by Bruce with a wave. The smell of omega in heat almost made Garcia a little distracted.

She averts her gaze just in time for Bruce to turn his head.

The plane landed at the border of a friendly country, and the group transferred to a CIA special plane and flew to the secret agent dispatching office in Langley.

Garcia walked over from one end of the plane, where his chief was reading a mission report with a cup of coffee.Bruce looked perfectly normal—in layman's terms.Garcia observed the black-haired man indiscriminately until Bruce raised his head, his eyes were on the same line, his brown eyes were full of understanding, and Garcia's back felt an inexplicable chill.Bruce Stewart is the person she follows at the center. She obeys, respects, and cares about this man, but she still cannot avoid being afraid.

"Sir, the deputy director wants to talk to you."

Bruce's expression was light: "Answer Kent, I will visit the headquarters in person after returning to Langley to deal with recent affairs."

Garcia blinked, and she carried out Bruce's order without saying a word, and rejected the call request from the CIA deputy director on the other end of the line with an extraordinarily sweet voice.

"How is he?"

The man drank the bitter liquid in the cup and said lightly.Garcia took Bruce's glass and refilled it for him, saying, "Breakpoint [-] is currently placed in the bedroom, with the best medical equipment." It was hard for her not to notice the officer's change of address for the blond man.From "Mr. James" to "he".Garcia hesitated, but finally remained silent.

Bruce turned his attention back to the documents heavily stamped "CONFIDENTIAL."Bruce allowed himself to think very far, every step and every detail in the back was performed over and over again in his mind, and he concentrated.

Now he just needs to work, he has to work.

The plane landed.