On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Rot knocked on the door, and Bruce's voice came from the office: "Please come in."

The beta man in a white coat looked extraordinarily radiant. Bruce raised his head from above the document, and the man's cold gaze swept over Rott's face: "Speak."

Rott didn't care about Bruce's cold reception. He showed a particularly warm smile and said, "It's all ready, sir."

Bruce stared at Rott for a few seconds, then said, "I see."

Root's smile remained unchanged, he bowed slightly, and said, "The experiment will start in 10 minutes. I think you will be there. I'll leave first."

Bruce watched the beta man leave the office with great respect, expressionless.

Garcia came in from the door, and she knocked on the door too, but didn't wait for Bruce to speak.

"Sir, Breakpoint [-] has completed its mission in Area R and returned. Do you want to see me?"

Bruce glanced at her indifferently, "No." The black-haired man's voice was flat, "Let Breakpoint One report directly to the infirmary."

Garcia responded, but did not leave.The female soldier looked hesitant.

Bruce looked up at her.

"Anything else?"

Garcia pursed her lips, and she said, "Breakpoint [-] did not come back to report."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.Garcia handed the document in her hand to the black-haired man, "This is the report submitted from the warehouse," the female soldier said cautiously, "You asked to check before, the desert operation in the newcomer assessment, handed over diamonds and intelligence The numbers do not match."

Bruce took the document and glanced at it, then gently threw it on the table, "Okay, I see."

Garcia paused for a few seconds, and finally turned and left.She has never been able to discuss the affairs of the chief, not to mention that this matter involves too many interests, involving that blond-haired man.

Garcia graciously closed the door and left.Bruce let himself lean back against the soft leather chair, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, as if someone might pop out there at any moment.The dark-haired man finally stood up, the test was about to begin, and he needed to be there.

Bruce took a few steps, paused, and turned around.

He picked up the document that Garcia had just brought on the table, the report that someone in the Special Service had embezzled the seized property, and put it in the shredder.

The sound of paper shredding was extremely clear in the office where only the chief of the cia task force was alone, and Bruce looked calm.

After confirming the destruction, he left the office.

at the same time.

Randall James, the ace agent of the cia, the favorite subordinate of the chief of the special division, is bending over and staring at the rows of tempting desserts in the glass cabinet.

The blue eyes watched all the way carefully, those beautiful cream decorations and cherries on the cake looked delicious and bright under the light, and the glass cabinets were smooth and clean.Randall straightened up, obviously too conspicuous for a cake shop on a Monday morning.

The clerk in the pink apron smiled sweetly at the blond man, "What do you want, sir?"

Randall returned a bright smile, handsome face, just the right curve of the lips and white teeth obviously won him a lot of goodwill.

"This." The man pointed to an ordinary small cake on the counter, light pink cream and a little shiny fluorescent powder.

The girl behind the counter seemed to regret the taste of such a handsome man, and she tried to suggest something more perfect to the guest: "If it's for a girlfriend..."

Randall had already taken out his wallet, and while he was paying, he showed the same smile again, successfully making the female clerk startled, and stopped talking.She watched this handsome and straight man holding the piece of pink cake and sitting on the table and chair in the shop. The blond man's tall figure made him have to work very hard to fit himself into the small white plastic In the armchair.

Then he put a spoonful of cake into his mouth.

The saleswoman grinned and looked away.

Randall has a super sweet tooth, and he thinks it might be a hangover from his childhood.There wasn't always cake at the orphanage, let alone when he left the hell to fend for himself on the streets of New York.Randall used to be a half-baked circus member, a crappy child laborer, and a handyman in countless dirty restaurants and grocery stores. His most proud resume is probably that he once became the most cunning in Brooklyn. Thief.

——Although the price is a few ribs that have been broken many times.

Oh, that was the best job, before he met Bruce Stewart.

Randall held the small white spoon in his mouth and looked out the window at the street outside. In winter, the air conditioner in the store formed a layer of white mist on the glass window.The scent of baked cake filled the mouth, and the fruity flavor replaced by essence was lamely sweet. The creamy cream melted, and Randall squinted his eyes like a gluttonous cat.

Bruce doesn't respond to his strange taste, and Randall thinks casually that this man has everything, so he probably can't understand what a person can do when he wants it.

He admits that he is a greedy man.Bruce offered him a piece of cake, but in the end he got a job.Bruce made him a powerful promise, and finally he got a chance to face fate.Bruce allows his followers to—

And now Randall knew what he wanted.

The man's slender fingers clasped the small plastic table one by one, the word "Ruth" circled in his mouth and spit it out softly, Randall muttered, with a little coldness in his eyes smile.

So you know how to love, Bruce.

The blond agent sat by the window and slowly finished his slice of cake, licking his spoon like a real cat.

It was time for him to meet his officer.

The infirmary was completely changed, all the glass on the doors and windows were replaced with alloys, and the light from the incandescent lamps in the confined space was dazzling.Bruce recalled the blond Agent's half-smile, and said, "That place's just a lab, sir."

Yes.

His agents have always had a particularly keen sense of danger, Bruce thought, what would it look like if Randall saw that the infirmary was finally like a well-disguised monster finally showing its ferocious face and choosing to devour it? Such an expression.

Rot stood beside him, his eyes resting on the face of the black-haired man.

"Breakpoint [-] is currently responding well, and I think it's time for the next upgrade."

Bruce raised his eyebrows. He didn't respond to Rott's words, but just looked at the picture in the laboratory on the monitor screen.

Breakpoint No. [-] is an ordinary man, he is no longer young, when the breakpoint plan was in progress, he was just a clerk who concealed his omega identity and worked at the CIA reception, until one day the special agent brought him to here.

Breakpoint No. [-] sat shirtless on the cold iron table in the laboratory, and he seemed a little dazed about the surrounding environment.

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

He is familiar with every experimental subject, and he can see a little bit of kindness and cowardice in the eyes of Breakpoint [-], but now those occasional flashes of reality are of course gone.

Rott's tone was a little smug: "I have greatly improved the method I used on those alphas before. The experimental subjects will be easier to manipulate, and the degree of emotional influence will be greatly reduced."

Bruce looked indifferently at Breakpoint One in the room and began to follow every command in the earphone, with a cold tone: "Simple, Mr. Rot, you killed their feelings."

Root smiled, "Oh, of course you can say that." He bowed slightly to Bruce and said, "I didn't expect you to prefer such an emotional expression."

Bruce didn't speak, his lips twisted in disgust.

"Turn on the computer and enter the mission password c-7296."

"The woman inside is your mission target."

Garcia watched Breakpoint One turn on the computer in the room, and a picture appeared on the screen. It was a beautiful girl.

The female soldier glanced at Bruce hesitantly, her officer's face was ashen, and Rot watched Breakpoint [-]'s movements with a smile.

The man in the room didn't have the slightest doubt about his situation. He looked at the photo expressionlessly, as if it was just being preserved in memory, and there was no wave in his eyes.Then the man stood up, dressed neatly, and put an army pistol in his pocket.

The door made of alloy made a light click, the lock was unlocked, and Breakpoint One strode out.The camera followed his movements, and he nodded to the passing staff with a decent smile on his face.

There was silence in the monitoring room.

Bruce said slowly, "That's his daughter."

Luo Te nodded: "Sir, you really have good eyesight, or," he paused meaningfully, and said: "Your knowledge of agents is really extraordinary."

Bruce sneered back at Rot's hint, "I gave you the job, Rot, and I can get you where you're supposed to be."

The beta man smiled "haha", "You approved this experiment too, sir, I'm just following orders." He winked his eyes in a funny way, and then said: "It's just a little personal display. He The daughter is the only person Breakpoint One cares about, and she is the most suitable person to test whether Breakpoint One can completely carry out the mission he was told without emotional influence."

Bruce's brown eyes slowly flared with anger.Rott clenched his fingers, his enthusiasm for "science" made him have to endure the anger of the powerful alpha in front of him.Rot showed a smirk, and he said, "Don't be so angry, sir?"

Bruce walked away.

Garcia followed behind Bruce. The female soldier opened her mouth, but said nothing. The horror at that moment just sent a chill down her spine.Bruce strode back to the office, the air pressure was so low that no one dared to face the chief of the special task force.Garcia followed in the office, and she closed the door.

"Sir..."

Bruce stood behind the desk, the anger on his body hadn't subsided, he glanced at Garcia: "Let all breakpoint agents go to sleep."

"Sleep" means that an agent completely stops the current mission, no matter how critical it is, how many lives can be saved or how many enemies can be brought to ruin.Everything will come to naught because of the "sleep" command.

Garcia obviously knew what this order meant.

Bruce said indifferently: "Order all agents of the Breakpoint Project not to return to the task force until the sleeping order is lifted."

Garcia blinked her eyes, and she heard a senior CIA official say softly, "We can't let those idiots destroy them."

——Who "those idiots" refer to is already very clear.Bruce obviously didn't fully know the content of Rot's experiment. Garcia thought that the anger directed at the officer in the monitoring room just now was enough to burn people like Rot to ashes.And Bruce was obviously worried about something, he even acquiesced in Rott's experiment going on.

That crazy scientist is leaning against the big tree of the Pentagon.

Garcia carefully observed Bruce's expression. The anger on the black-haired man had completely subsided at this moment, and he had returned to that calm and indifferent state. Garcia knew what kind of storm was brewing in this man's heart.

The war is about to begin.

When the female soldier left, Bruce stopped her again: "Send someone to protect that girl, strengthen the surveillance around her house, and don't let her father kill her."

Garcia nodded.

The female soldier paused for two seconds, and finally couldn't help but say, "Why did you approve such an experiment?"

Bruce frowned, but he answered the female adjutant's question. "Because emotion is the flaw to a powerful weapon."

The cruelty in the black-haired man's words made Garcia silent, and the female soldier turned and left.

Bruce stood still, when he heard a slight sound from the ceiling, and someone's face emerged from the vent hole that had been lifted.

Then came his agent's voice, lilting and soft-sounding.