On the quality improvement of Omega agents

"You know I don't like the way you look at me, Mr. Deputy Director."

Kent's throat moved, and his eyes swept across Randall's face calmly.The blond agent had a relaxed expression, as if this was really just an ordinary visit.

There is no emotion in the blue eyes.

Kent smiled dryly, and said, "I'm afraid that's just your idea, Mr. Agent." The former deputy director of CIA looked back and forth between Randall's face and his hand that had been stuck in his pocket. Fan, "I have no prejudice against Agent Breakpoint, or rather, against you."

Randall calmed down: "So what about Bruce?"

Kent was slightly taken aback, then laughed: "Bruce and I have worked together, it was a long time ago." He observed the changes in the blonde agent's expression, and continued: "We have a history, agent."

"It seems that you are not going to answer my question directly." Randall shrugged: "Having history is not a good thing, is it?"

Kent smiled faintly, "Maybe." The former deputy director of CIA spread his hands and said, "You have also seen my current situation."

Randall smiled, his voice was soft, "Oh, you asked for it."

Kent opened his mouth, but Randall interrupted him: "I don't care about you and the Pentagon's twists and turns. Just like your point of view, I'm just a guinea pig." The blond agent laughed to himself and had to Admitting that this omega who has been trained to be a powerful weapon still has an irresistible temptation when smiling. "I came to visit you specially, just to get some gossip from you."

Kent raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said, "I thought you would care more about your own fate."

Randall curled his lips, his blue eyes shone beautifully in the light of the room, and the man said leisurely: "Oh, after all, you can't decide my fate now, can you?" He said flatly Said, "I just want to know about Bruce's past."

Kent didn't go around anymore, he said: "I once suggested to Bruce that you will be a scourge sooner or later, but he didn't get rid of you." Fetters, while that sounds bloody bloody, Agent, I don't know what else I can tell you."

Randall looked at Kent's completely honest look with interest, and slowly said: "I don't think my chief is as afraid of me as you are." The blond agent yawned lazily: "After all, he Make me."

Kent snorted as if he thought it was amused, "I thought you would be smarter, agent. The more experienced the animal trainer is, the more he knows how dangerous those seemingly tame animals are, what do you think?" Kent knew that he His "old friend" will not let him go, and Bruce will never be soft on those who go against him.Obviously, this powerful omega in front of him meant much to Bruce Stewart, far more than an outstanding work, a sharp blade, or an occasionally disobedient pet.

He means more.

Kent felt as if he had found a way to give dear Bruce a powerful "payback."He looks at Randall. "He understands you, but what about you?"

The blonde agent's pupils contracted for a while.

"I want to know about Bruce's past, and I don't think you will be stingy to tell me something." The blond agent raised his chin slightly, "Besides, I don't like to be polite like Bruce. After all, I'm just a beast he raised."

Randall moved closer, and Kent could see the blond man's dark, pinhole pupils in the center of his sea-blue eyes.Like some kind of big, brutal and beautiful feline.

The former deputy director of cia looked calm, and he said slowly: "I just didn't expect that you could really take Bruce so seriously."

Randall smiled "haha": "This is no longer something you can care about."

Kent looked at the blond agent's expression, he knew that this man cared about Bruce Stewart, just like Bruce condoned his wanton behavior.And now, the beast wanted more from its master.

Kent knew that what he said would have an impact on Randall James.

He will take advantage of this.

"Bruce is a legend."

The blond agent slowly opened the distance between himself and Kent. He showed a lazy smile. The tense atmosphere just now seemed to ease for a moment. He motioned for Kent to continue.

"Bruce is a former naval intelligence officer, and you know he's served in a very distinguished service."

Randall squinted. He remembered the pictures in Bruce's office, his officer in his crisp uniform, looking impossibly young.

Kent looked at the slight curvature of the blond agent's lips, and there was a flash of understanding in his eyes.He continued: "He entered the cia's special training academy from the navy, graduated a year later, and became a front-line agent." Kent blinked: "He is the best agent I have ever seen."

Randall scratched the back of his neck, and he gave Kent a smirk.

"After he entered the cia task force, all his files were sealed, and I don't know about some things." Kent said, "After a few years, he fell in love with a woman."

Randall narrowed his eyes.

Kent smiled softly, "It's unbelievable, right." He went on to say, "That woman used to be his partner. With Bruce's withdrawn character, he rarely accepts an action partner."

Randall raised his eyebrows, Bruce was always alone, and there was never anyone beside the black-haired man who could stand by him.

"Because he's been keeping that place for Ruth."

Kent looked at the blond agent as if he already knew what he was thinking.

"Ruth?" Randall sneered, "A little girl agent?"

Kent looked at Randall lightly: "She later became Bruce's wife." Kent paused, he was satisfied with the moment of silence, and then said: "Bruce was already the deputy director of the special task force at that time, At the same time, he was an intelligence officer in the Nordic region, they were married and lived together, and Bruce even proposed to let Ruth leave the cia."

Randall showed a smirk: "Why?"

Kent laughed mockingly, and said, "Because Bruce cares about Ruth." He looked at the almost frozen blue eyes of the blond agent, and continued, "Because he loves her."

Kent sped up his speech a little, and the words came out of his mouth like a cannonball, "Do you think Bruce will not love someone, do you think he will never protect anyone? Our unmentionable legend will also He wants the people he cares about to stay away from this place full of blood and conspiracy..."

Randall smiled coldly, "I've never seen such a Bruce." He seemed interested.

Kent looked at the blonde agent's reaction indifferently, and just said: "Believe it or not. Mr. Agent, after all, you are Bruce's 'favorite' right now." He could see Randall's suspicion and his wavering .

People always care about chaos.

Randall clenched his fingers slowly, without even realizing it.

"But half a year later, Ruth died in an explosion accident. Many people speculated that it was because of Bruce. He made too many enemies, and finally paid the price with the flesh and blood of his lover. Bruce left the UK, he returned to cia, and became the current look."

Kent shrugged his shoulders, "Cold-blooded, cruel, workaholic, and maybe a potential control freak and persecutor." The former deputy director of CIA who once fought side by side with Bruce Stewart showed a smile: "It's a pity that he is destined to be alone For the rest of his life, mourning the only woman he ever loved who died for him."

Randall stood up suddenly, he looked down at Kent, and the other party's face was obviously gloating.Kent is over, his political life, his power and status, everything he worked so hard to get, no longer exists, and he can finally show his true face unscrupulously.

Randall bent down slowly, staring at Kent with sea-blue eyes: "Shut up."

The corner of Kent's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak again. He could see the anger in Randall's eyes, burning like a raging flame.He knew the agent Bruce cared about the most was on the edge.

And Kent didn't need to push this last push.

Some people's fate will automatically reach that step, so they are irresistible.

Randall staggered to the door and turned around.

"Thank you, Mr. Deputy Director." The blond agent said, and his smile returned to his face, as if the conversation just now had left no trace in his heart.

Kent nodded slightly.He watched Randall's movements.

This is a beautiful and powerful omega, with a certain tension in every move, leisurely and dangerous.Such a person, I am afraid that only for the sake of Bruce Stewart, will he be willing to be subdued.

"That's right, I have a few more words to tell you. I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

Randall leaned lazily against the door frame, and he looked at Kent with a knife-like gaze.

"You don't know what I am, Kent."

"You don't know how crazy I am, Kent, cold-blooded, cruel, workaholic, maybe a self-destructive lunatic who likes to take everything with him."

He put Kent's evaluation of Bruce on himself word by word, squinting his eyes, chewing and admiring.

Kent stiffened.

The blond man said slowly.

"Even if it is a lifetime of boundless loneliness, I will suffer with him."