On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The office was a mess.Bruce stood in front of the desk, his face clouded, and a storm was about to explode in the man's brown eyes. The alpha's rage was rarely so evident on Bruce, and the reason for the CIA's senior executive's chagrin probably no one could have guessed.

He hated this unquenchable desire.

Bruce opened the drawer roughly, and there were several empty syringes in it. The man picked out one that still contained liquid, and stuck the needle into the blood vessel in his arm.

It has been five days since the end of the trip to the desert, but Bruce finds himself in even greater trouble, unlike those people who are persistent in getting nuclear weapons, the moles hiding inside the CIA, or his old friends who have been betrayed, At least these troubles can be solved.

—he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the blond agent.

This is not a normal physiological reaction, and Bruce knows how much impact Randall's "invitation" in the cabin caused.He restrained himself, and under the circumstances at that time, the alpha-natured beast in his body that had been imprisoned for too long had already awakened.Bruce freed it in his breakaway, and his agents made the beast want to break out of its cage and eat its blood.

Alpha's estrus doesn't have a specific time period, they can fall into erotic frenzy at any time because of the temptation of omega, and the estrus period that has been suppressed for too long is not so easy to regain control.

The black-haired man's clenched fists trembled slightly.

"Sir..." Garcia pushed the door open, and she froze.

at the same time.

Randall saw the light, too dazzling bright white, a lot of illusory shadows and distorted lines flickering in front of his just opened eyes, drifting with the rotation of the eyeballs, as if stuck to his pupils Like it.Randall had to squeeze them shut to drive away the blinding light from the glare.The room was very quiet, and the blond agent's ears were buzzing. The sound of heartbeat and blood flow, which was unique to the estrus period, seemed to be amplified a thousand times and gradually became a fading noise. Randall exhaled a long breath, He is tired.

Slowly adjusting to the incandescent light reflected through the glass ceiling, the blond agent blinked and realized where he was.

The man turned over slowly, the indescribable pain made him moan in a low voice, this time the estrus came so suddenly and fiercely that he hardly had a chance to breathe.His memory stopped in that cabin, at the end of that kiss.Randall knew what happened afterwards, and he didn't even bother to act out the scene in his head. ——A estrous omega asked his chief for a mark, and was then bewitched by a kiss.He passed out without even noticing Bruce's attack.

The blond agent lay down for a while, looking at the empty glass ceiling, he chuckled to himself.

"how do you feel?"

The sound of the machine running, the door of the glass cage slowly opened.Randall sat up, the cold air from the outside poured in, he shivered involuntarily, and then heard the heater humming.

The blond agent turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the person standing outside the cage, with a cold smile on his face, "Oh, it seems that you have found a new job with a regular customer, Mr. Rot. "

The beta man didn't see the slightest embarrassment of being controlled by others, he looked radiant with glory, and his eyes were shining brightly.Randall looked at the white coat on the opponent's body, and twitched the corners of his mouth - as expected, he should have hated the clothes before.At this time, Roth really looked like a gentle scientist. All the previous madness had been reduced to seriousness. He said softly, "You are very weak now, Mr. Agent. I suggest you not get too excited."

Randall stretched, and he looked at Rott lightly: "Oh, I'm not surprised to see you, Mr. Mad Scientist."

Rott observed Randall carefully. At this moment, the latter was a perfect experiment in his eyes, "It is indeed the most perfect work in the Breakpoint Project."

Randall smirked at the back of his neck, where there was still pain like a stiff neck from time to time, he snorted and said, "Thank you for your evaluation."

Rot laughed softly, his eyes fixed on the blond agent, this is a beautiful and powerful omega, Rot liked the body of this test subject and the boredom he showed.After all, it is a test product. The "human" part is too strong, so it is not good. Thinking about it, he smiled: "Aren't you curious why your chief will provide me with a job?"

Randall lazily turned his face to look directly at Rot, who seemed to turn away from the gaze that had been staring at him in disgust, Randall grinned meaninglessly: "I am his agent, the first one I learned The thing is not to question him."

Rot raised his eyebrows with great interest, apparently the agent's demeanor did not convince him, the beta man said slowly: "But you never actually executed it, did you?" He didn't look into Randall's eyes, The still unextinguished vitality in the blue pupils made Rotor struggle to control his anger—a machine should not have such a cunning light in its eyes, no!

"It's disturbing you, sir, or you wouldn't have had this pleasant conversation with me, would you?"

The beta man's voice was like a cold poisonous snake, swimming quickly along Randall's spine.The agent sneered, "I don't know that point between my words gave you a pleasant illusion."

Rott smiled lightly, and he changed the subject: "Since you are not interested in your parents' intentions, let's talk about something else?" He ignored Randall's disgusted expression, and continued: "You never thought about it. In that cabin, why would Lord Stewart refuse you, a beautiful omega, the temptation of his favorite subordinate?" Rott said in a soft voice, "He is an alpha, abstinent, powerful, and the smell on your body is simply a bunch Sparks on dry wood."

Randall stood up from his hard bed, his blue eyes staring coldly at Rot who stood in the shadows of the room: "I do want to know." He paused for a few seconds, showing a cold look. Smile: "But not from you, Mr. Scientist."

Rot narrowed his eyes. He watched Randall stepping out of the glass cage step by step. The blond agent's shoulders were straight, as if the embarrassment, fatigue, all the bumps and twists, blood and wounds did not exist.

The beta man showed a malicious smile, and he said, "Because you are just a test subject."

Randall walked past him expressionlessly, and Rott admired the coldness on the blond agent's face with a wide smile.

"And test subjects, you know, can never expect human affection."

The blond agent wandered aimlessly in the corridor of the special task force, the polished floor gave off a cold feeling, and his footsteps were silent.This hallway was authorized, and few agents passed by, and he was not intimidating as a pale ghost with a mess of blond hair.

—Maybe it's too early to say that.

"... sir"

Randall reacted for two seconds. He looked around, but there was no one else, and then he realized that the female voice was talking to him.He turned around. "Oh, you're... Amanda?"

The young female agent was wearing a lean uniform, with a belt and a gun that gave her a bit of a womanly demeanor. At this moment, Amanda seemed to have transitioned from initial surprise to joy, "Do you remember me?"

Randall smiled, and he casually smoothed out a little wrinkle on his clothes, "You are very good, so I will remember it naturally."

Amanda laughed, the agent's brown eyes curled up in the smile, and Randall shook his head.

"Sir, long time no see." Amanda didn't ask much, she expressed her joy and concern moderately.

The blond agent looks at her and winks

He rolled his eyes and said in a gentle tone, "Yes."

Amanda looked at her trainer. The blond man didn't look well. He was neatly dressed, but traces of strenuous exercise could still be seen on his clothes. His face was a little pale, and his blue pupils were as calm as some kind of inorganic matter.A peculiar smell lingered on him.Amanda knew what that was.

Randall smiled and watched the female agent take a sudden step back.She looked a little embarrassed, "Well, I didn't mean to..."

The blond agent shrugged. "It's okay," he poked himself with a finger. "As you can see."

Amanda is still a little stiff, she seems to have broken some shocking secret, she is an excellent agent, she knows the danger of some things, but she suddenly feels that this man really doesn't care about the fact that she is an omega.

...he doesn't seem to care about anything.

Amanda licked her lips, "I'm just a little surprised,... sir."

Randall smiled, showing his white teeth, which made him look less haggard, on the contrary, still damn attractive: "There are many things that will surprise you in the future."

The metal door made a sound of closing, and the two people who were talking in the corridor turned their heads in unison.Garcia walked out of the office quickly.The blond agent blinked.

Just coming out of Bruce's office, the female soldier was not surprised to see the blond agent who was supposed to be examined in the infirmary wandering here. She just quickly adjusted her expression to hide the anxiety on her face. ——I don't know how many inhibitors Sir has injected, and the breath of Alpha still makes Garcia's feet weak. She guesses that dear Mr. James can smell the smell of the officer in heat through the door panel.

Randall watched Garcia walking towards him.He greeted the other party with a smile: "Captain."

The female soldier paused next to him, and said coldly: "Sir will not see you now, this is an order he just gave, I suggest you obey him, Breakpoint No. [-]."

Randall was still smiling, blue eyes without emotion.Amanda stood by and tried to reduce her sense of existence. She secretly wrote down the word "breakpoint".

in the office.

The liquid was flowing in his veins, and Bruce could feel a little desire to calm down, and he closed his eyes.That pharmacy does nothing more than bring a day of peace.The black-haired man slowly bent down to pick up the messy documents and books on the floor and put them back on the table. He looked at the tidy office and exhaled slowly.

Bruce sat down behind his desk, and he opened a drawer.

The black-haired man put the silver ring back on his ring finger.