On the quality improvement of Omega agents

This was the first time that Bruce Stewart completely cut off contact with the Special Service during working hours, the first time in more than ten years.Garcia received the news from the headquarters that her own official was on leave, so she had to calm herself down and try to restrain the urge to check whether Bruce was kidnapped by some alien organization and could not work as usual.

That man has always been like a highly efficient machine, and it seems that he will never stop working.

——Oh, even when Bruce Stewart was once "seized" by a terrorist organization, he was still remotely controlling the task force until he got the information he wanted from the leader of the terrorist organization and wiped out those who threatened national security. Sent to the cia's special prison, Garcia knew that she only had to follow the man's every instruction to win.

The female soldier walked quickly through the corridor of the special task force, her face was covered with ice and snow. If there was no urgent matter, no one would bother Garcia.

"Captain."

The female soldier stopped, and the agent in charge of guarding hurriedly came up behind her with a calm face, but Garcia could see a little panic from the man's expression.

"Sir's office siren was suddenly disarmed for five seconds." The agent whispered.

——Whether "sir" is used to address someone has long been a tacit rule in the special task force.Garcia's eyes sharpened suddenly, and she said, "When."

The agent hurriedly said: "Just now, I found out and immediately came to inform you, Captain Garcia, within 2 minutes."

The female soldier nodded, she glanced at the other party, and said: "Let all senior agents enter a state of first-level alert, and don't disturb other staff." Garcia paused, "Let the commando stand by at any time and follow my command."

Security agents leave immediately.Garcia stood there for two seconds as she walked towards Bruce's office.

The security system in the office was back on, and Garcia had to enter a code and check her fingerprints outside the metal door.The metal door made an unlocking "click", and at the same time, the female soldier gently opened the holster around her waist.

Garcia put her right hand on the handle of the gun, slowly pushed open the door with one hand, and stepped in.

"Oh, it would be wise to put away the easy-going weapons, I suppose."

Garcia's pistol is pointed sharply at the person who made the sound.

The blond agent sat idly behind his desk, which was Bruce's usual spot.

The female soldier blinked, and she still stepped forward cautiously, approaching Randall.The blond agent seemed to be in good spirits and had a happy expression, but Garcia knew that some people always liked to use such appearances to deceive others, and this one in front of him was even better at it.

Randall watched Garcia's movements lazily, as if amused by the other party's caution, he waited leisurely for Garcia to come close to him, the black muzzle of the gun was not far from his vitals.He shrugged his shoulders and said: "Please leave those colleagues outside, Garcia, I'm just here for a stroll." The blond man showed a particularly friendly and innocent smile, "You see, I don't have any malice Woolen cloth."

Garcia moved her lips coldly, "The way you hang out is not very flattering, I hope you understand this, breakpoint number three." She tilted her head and tapped the communicator Order: "It's just a misunderstanding, I can take care of it, and the commando will withdraw."

Randall looked at the muzzle of the gun that was still pointing at his head, and said to Garcia, "I know." He moved his eyes away from the muzzle of the gun, and slowly looked around the office.

Garcia looked down at Randall, who was leaning back on the back of the chair as if his bones had been pulled out. There seemed to be a little unusual redness on the face of the blond agent, and the female soldier frowned slightly.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

The blond agent picked up the photo frame on the table. He looked at Bruce Stewart, who was wearing a navy uniform, and said in a casual tone, "I told you, I just came to take a look." Randall smiled and said, "Is Bruce not here today?" ?”

Garcia looked at Randall lightly, "Sir has other business."

Randall put down the photo frame and picked up a pen from the pen holder on the table with broken hands, and then turned the pen quickly like a juggler. He raised his chin to Garcia: "Don't be so nervous, Bruce is not here, don't always Is it silly to hold a gun at me and sit down and talk?"

The female soldier gave him a cold look: "You don't seem to be surprised by the absence of the chief."

Randall smiled, and he said: "I remember this is what you said to me last time,——I have been by his side for so many years, and I still know a little bit."

The hangover headache probably wasn't enough to suspend work for the chief of the Special Service, but it would probably take a while after a near-crazy desire to vent and a brief coma after being caught off guard by a sofa cushion to cover his mouth and nose. It took a little time to recover.

Garcia looked at Randall's relaxed look, and slowly lowered the gun.

"I hope you haven't done anything regrettable, Mr. Agent," Garcia said.

Randall raised his eyebrows, and the man's sea-blue eyes were full of interest: "Thank you for your concern, Captain. I can take care of my own affairs."

He has always been going all the way forward, and has no time to look around.

Garcia stopped talking, she clearly wanted to get some real news out of this man, and she was afraid that it would be impossible to hear the declaration of "I love America" ​​from a dozen terrorists.The female soldier just stared at Randall's every move indifferently, showing suspicion on her face.

Randall looked at Garcia's expression, smiled, and said, "I'm just here to sell a vacation. By the way, it's time to switch to a security contracting company, this office." The blond agent looked around, "Also, Remember to tell Bruce that there is a lot of dust in the ventilation ducts, which is not good for health."

——The security system that you broke through in five seconds really needs to be replaced.Garcia sneered, and then she narrowed her eyes.The smile on the face of the blond man was unusual, and it wasn't a good sign for Garcia.

There's no calculation or sarcasm, not an overly "pure" smirk like Randall's trademark innocent smile.

Garcia thought that maybe at this moment she had really seen the true face of this man.

The movement of Randall's hand has not stopped, and the pen between his fingers is turned rapidly by him, bringing out a dazzling phantom. Randall's gaze paused for a moment, he tapped his thumb lightly, and then withdrew his hand , lightly put the pen on the table.

The blond agent stood up.

"I'm leaving," he said. "The officer will be back in about a few hours. You'd better cancel the agents who are going to his house."

Randall looked at the female soldier's pale face and said with a smile, "He won't like to be disturbed."

Garcia was silent for a moment.She didn't know how much meaning there was in Randall's words, and she didn't want to guess.Something happened, between the officer and Breakpoint Three.She's concerned, but knows she's not yet entitled to touch.

He sauntered away, and Garcia watched the blond man close the office door, as if the meticulousness and thoughtfulness were real.

Like all the illusions he gives.

The pen on the table slowly stopped turning.

Five hours later.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast into the room from one side of the half-drawn curtains, and half of the living room was dyed a warm orange-red, reminiscent of those quiet and heavy oil paintings.While the other half of the living room was covered in shadows.

Bruce woke up with a sharp pain in his head that reminded him of a long time ago, in some jihadist torture chamber, when he was young enough to think of his long-dead mother when he was in pain.

The black-haired man slowly sat up, his brain was noisy, and irrelevant memories surged up and faded like a tide, and the picture flashed back in disorder, and even then Bruce Stewart knew exactly what happened.Emotions rolled in the brown pupils, and finally fell into a deep darkness.He had sex with his agent, the blond-haired man heaving over him, making seductive noises from bearing that great desire, the sweat running down his fair skin, the smell of the omega sweet and tangy .All, his appearance, mood, voice and breath, Bruce remembers clearly.

Anger and feelings of not knowing what it was like surged up together.

The blanket on his body slid halfway down comically, and Bruce casually lifted the fabric, and the warm feeling receded. The man looked at a pillow thrown on the ground, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.Then he saw something next to the pillow, which was broken, like a sports watch that was crushed by someone's foot. ——With those hidden in the body of the watch, the exquisite positioning system and the monitoring device of the body state.The clear plastic case even glistens a little in the setting sun.

There was still half of the bourbon in the wine glass on the table. Bruce picked it up and shook it, and the tiny earphones were floating in the wine.

——Randall James, you are so brave!

It was midnight when Bruce arrived at the task force.Garcia's eyes mixed with surprise and worry made Bruce feel agitated. The black-haired man put his woolen coat on the back of the chair behind the desk as usual, and there was not much expression on his face.

Garcia hesitated and said, "sir..."

Bruce looked at her with raised eyebrows, and the female soldier was terrified.She could clearly feel Bruce's anger, even if it wasn't even showing on the brunette's face.

"The position report of Breakpoint [-] has not been updated for six hours."

——Knowing that this topic was hitting the muzzle, she had to report to Bruce.

But the black-haired man didn't have a look of surprise on his face, he just gave a faint "hmm", then lowered his eyes and asked, "He's been here before?"

Garcia then cast her eyes on the desk. The pen that Randall had played with was still abruptly placed in the center of the clean and tidy table. The female soldier nodded and said, "Yes." She watched Bruce put the pen on the table with a cold expression. Go back to your original position and sit down on the chair.

"Anything else?" Bruce asked.

Garcia gritted her teeth and said, "The medical office was broken into, and a large number of hardeners for the breakpoint test were lost."

She saw Bruce stiffen for a moment.The dark-haired man raised his head and looked at the female soldier. There was no emotion in his brown eyes, and Garcia felt the oppressive force that almost made the blood coagulate in his body from looking directly at her.She forced herself to continue: "Breakpoint [-] invaded your office. Our agents searched the entire task force at the same time, and found that the medical department had already left when it was invaded."

Bruce's momentum restrained a little, and he signaled his female adjutant to continue.

"Breakpoint No. [-] also mentioned strengthening security measures and... cleaning the ventilation ducts." Garcia's tone was a little hesitant.

"Oh, that's indeed a wise suggestion," Bruce said.

Garcia was almost horrified to see a smile appear on the corner of the black-haired man's lips.She couldn't help thinking of the smile on Randall's face a few hours ago, and the female soldier shuddered inexplicably.

Bruce looked normal, and Garcia carefully observed her chief, but apparently things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface, Garcia had been in this place for a long time, and she knew——here, nothing was simple.She thought maybe she should leave.

However, Bruce, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, and he asked, "How does he look?"

——This sounds like an ordinary sentence of concern used in normal people's communication.

But these words came out of Bruce Stewart's mouth, which means that this is absolutely extraordinary.What's more, the person who was questioned was the guy who always liked to challenge the authority of senior cia officials, and just cut off the monitoring of the headquarters without authorization, and this self-assessment was a bit ominous.

Garcia recalled the scene a few hours ago, and then said slowly: "Breakpoint No. [-]'s mental state is relatively stable, but," Garcia swears that she saw Bruce raised his head at the moment her tone paused, the officer's reaction Let the female soldier continue immediately, "He looks a little hot," Garcia gritted his teeth, "There are signs of omega heat."

Bruce looked flat.

"The Command Confidentiality Department is waiting for contact from Breakpoint No. 24. After [-] hours, there is no news, and the headquarters is notified that Randall James has defected."

Garcia shuddered, and Bruce's voice was cold and emotionless. She knew what "defecting" meant to a CIA agent.

Garcia restrained her emotions, she responded and left.

Bruce sits in his seat for a while, inexplicably looking up at the ventilation ducts in the ceiling, then turning back.The dark-haired man opened the document stacked on the side of the desk as usual and began to review it. His hand stopped above the pen holder, and then avoided the pen that had been thrown on the table earlier.

at the same time.

Randall smiled at the beautiful stewardess, "A glass of ice water, thank you."

The heat on his body hadn't faded yet, and the blond man's face was slightly flushed abnormally, but he looked very interested, and even threw a provocative look at the lady next to him. The omega's estrous breath has been subdued, the man smacks his lips in satisfaction, the bitter taste of the strengthening agent is still lingering under the base of his tongue.

"Going on a trip?" asked the lady next door.

Then the plane took off.

Randall was sitting in the window seat, he could see the ground gradually moving away, the night scene was blurry in the darkness, but the lights of the city in the distance were extraordinarily bright.He shook his head and smiled.