On the quality improvement of Omega agents

office.

"Has the whereabouts of Breakpoint [-] not been updated yet?" Bruce asked.

Garcia stood by the desk and whispered: "Not yet, sir." The female soldier looked serious, "Breakpoint [-] has lost contact with the headquarters for three hours." She obviously thought of another "lost contact" The agent, gave Bruce a wary look.

The black-haired man frowned, and said, "Raise the alert level of the special task force to lv.5."

Garcia's expression turned cold, and she went out in response.

Bruce exhales softly, his eyes resting on the computer screen.The red dots showing the location of each Breakpoint agent flashed continuously on the satellite map, and two of them turned gray.Breakpoint One and Randall James.The dark-haired man pulled the corner of his lower lip.

——He should have gone far away.

Eleven hours and thirty-five minutes had passed since the blond agent left.

at the same time.

The plane landed with a loud roar.Randall leaned his head slightly towards the window, and the light of the setting sun made him narrow his eyes slightly.After a few hours of flying, he was already on another continent.The blond-haired man curled his lips, and the warm light seemed to change into fascinating colors in his sea-blue eyes.

He raised his wrist habitually, only to realize that the crappy sports watch had long since disappeared.

Oh, he remembered.That thing should still be lying on the carpet in Bruce's house.

The lady sitting next to the blond man looked curiously at the handsome man showing a bright smile for a moment, as if thinking of something that made him overjoyed.

The light of the setting sun turned into bits and pieces of gold in his blue eyes, and then settled down.

Like something, burned out.

cia task force.

The shrieking sirens echoed through the facility almost deafeningly.Bruce put down the pen in his hand, and he looked at Garcia who hurried in, the female soldier's holster was open.

"Sir," Garcia swallowed, looking at the black-haired man's calm face, she said, "Breakpoint One has completed his task."

Bruce stood up from behind his desk.He knew what the mission at Breakpoint One meant. ——His agent was transformed into an emotionless machine, overcame numerous protections and obstacles, and completed his mission—to kill the most important person to himself.

The dark-haired man's face was livid, and his brown eyes rolled with anger for a moment, but he knew that now was not the time to question the security personnel.Bruce strode out of the office, followed by Garcia.

Breakpoint One was standing in the corridor on the second floor.

Bruce stopped, and he looked at the subordinate who was already covered in blood.

The eyes of this once taciturn agent were as red as a beast, he was panting heavily, blood dripped from his body, and the clean floor of the corridor was full of reddish-brown marks.

The technicians and ordinary employees on the first floor have been evacuated urgently, and a large circle of heavily armed agents is quickly surrounding the corridor on the second floor.Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked at the man who had fallen into madness.

"You shouldn't be doing this, Breakpoint One."

Bruce's voice was low, with his usual majesty.And the man on the other side laughed loudly "haha", pain and hatred overflowed from his voice without a smile at all.

Bruce stood still, his voice was low: "...I'm sorry for what you lost."

Breakpoint No. [-] laughed coldly. There was deep hatred in his powerless smile, and his blood-red eyes twisted wildly: "What I lost... what I lost..." His voice was like a beast roaring: "You The fuck knows what I lost!"

Bruce was silent for a moment.

"cia can provide you with follow-up treatment." He said.Bruce looked cold, and he followed the steps of the negotiation in every sentence, even though he knew that none of them would work.

Breakpoint One stared at Bruce with blood-red eyes, and he smiled mockingly.

Armed agents from all around slowly surrounded him, and the sound of automatic rifle triggers was strong and dangerous.Breakpoint One looked around coldly, those black muzzles didn't seem to threaten him at all.

The strong emotions broke through the control of the drugs, and when he came to his senses, he had already done something irreversible.He watched his daughter die in front of him.

Pain to the limit is madness.

Two agents came up from behind, trying to subdue Breakpoint One.The man with bloodshot eyes broke free suddenly, and hit the agent hard in the stomach with an elbow, and then he grabbed the gun, and he pulled the bolt.At that second, the air almost froze.

"Da da da da-"

The sound of the shooting was almost deafening, and the speed of Breakpoint One was so fast that several agents fell to the ground almost before they had time to react.

Bruce was thrown to the ground by Garcia, the corridor floor was cold and hard.Bruce put one hand on the ground and pushed the female adjutant away.

Then a shot rang out.

Bruce stood up slowly, and he looked at the end of the corridor, where the female agent in a suit was still wearing blue smoke from the muzzle.The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes slowly.

—I guess it's called Amanda.

Breakpoint One fell heavily to the ground, the automatic rifle in his hand fell out, and the sound of metal hitting the ground was loud.It's like everyone is in a slowed-down camera, and Bruce's eyes scan over every move.

He looked at Breakpoint One.

The middle-aged man crawled towards Bruce bit by bit.

The dark-haired man slowly stood up straight, looking down at Breakpoint One, his agent, with hatred in his eyes, crawled towards him, with a long trail of blood behind him.

The agents quickly reacted and pointed their guns at the middle-aged man who was still crawling on the ground.Their chief shook his head lightly.

Garcia got up from the ground in a little embarrassment, and she looked at Bruce with some concern.

There was a calm and icy light in the man's brown eyes, and Garcia could see the coldness, the coldness that made people tremble uncontrollably.

Amanda's shot hit the fatal part, blood gushed out of Breakpoint One's mouth, and the floor under him was completely stained red with blood.And Bruce knew how powerful his subjects had vitality.

Then breakpoint one jumped up.

Bruce stood still when Breakpoint One lunged forward, his hand almost touching Bruce's neck.The dark-haired man twisted his shoulders with one hand.

Breakpoint No. [-] breathed heavily because of the violent movement, and blood froth spewed out from his mouth.He grinned at Bruce, with vicious curses and hatred: "You will lose everything too, everything!!!"

"boom--"

The man's roaring sound stopped abruptly with the gunshot.Bruce let go of his hand slowly, and his heavy body hit the ground with a dull sound.Bruce put away the smoking gun in his hand, expressionless.

Blood splattered on his body, slowly soaking into the fabric of the dark coat, and the color could not be distinguished.The black-haired man stood there with his shoulders straight, as strong and cold as Shura.

Two agents came up and carried away Breakpoint One's body.

"Sir?" Garcia asked carefully.

Bruce signaled to the female soldier that he was fine with his eyes.He said indifferently: "Cremate the body of Breakpoint No. [-] and destroy the relevant data." The black-haired man turned and left.

meeting room.

Bruce only looked at the two Pentagon officials sitting across from him, "You two pick this time to come, please speak up if you have anything to say."

The two officials looked at each other.The black-haired man sitting on the side of the long table in the conference room looked calm, but they knew what kind of person he was.The smell of blood was still in the air.

As if reacting suddenly, Bruce said, "Oh, sorry." He took off his coat while speaking.

An officer's eyes flicker over a dark stain on Bruce's coat—some kind of liquid that has dried up, looking a little nervous. "Stuart, you are so busy with your work, it's hard work."

Bruce smiled, "It's just the responsibility." As soon as the chaos caused by Breakpoint [-] subsided, the people in the Pentagon smelled blood.The dark-haired man thought coldly, these people have been coveting the breakpoint for a long time.

The Pentagon official observed Bruce's expression, and then said, "Then I'll come to Mr. Stewart and say it straight."

"The Ministry of Defense hopes to formally participate in the research and implementation of the Breakpoint program."

Bruce raised his eyebrows slightly.

The officer sitting opposite exchanged a meaningful look because of the subtle expression of the black-haired man.

"Can the Ministry of Defense intervene in cia's special plan, can you give me a reason?" Bruce asked.He faintly had a bad premonition—the Ministry of National Defense has always been afraid of the Special Task Force, so even though he always wanted to take the breakpoint as his own, he didn't dare to venture forward. He dared to raise it directly in front of him like this today. Be prepared.

And he didn't know the opponent's chips.

A Pentagon official said: "The Pentagon has better resources and can also provide better logistical support for Breakpoint agents." With a formatted smile, he said: "The power and danger of Breakpoint agents are all of us. Clearly, this proposal is also for better use and regulation of these weapons."

Bruce heard what the other person meant.The bloodstains in the corridor have been washed by the faucet, the floor is clean and shiny again, and the bullet casings on the wall have been dug out, but what happened has obviously spread like a virus.The Pentagon jumped at the opportunity.

The black-haired man said: "Mr. Rott has participated in the Breakpoint Project, and the Special Service has not interfered with his research." He blinked, and the blood-stained face of Breakpoint No. [-] flashed past. "This is already a concession from the special task force."

The official sitting across from him smiled politely, then flicked his fingers as if trying to restrain his nervousness.

"The Defense Department hopes that Mr Stewart will review this before making a decision."

A laptop is pushed to Bruce.

The video is being played on the screen, and the unique red numbers on the monitor display the time and date on the upper right.Bruce's brown pupils constricted for a moment.

It was more than a year ago, and he saw himself standing in the "safe house" of Breakpoint Agent's rut, surrounded by a man with blond hair.

They were talking, and the blond agent approached, followed by a kiss.

The kiss had been going on for a few seconds before he jerked back.Bruce sees a little cynical smile on the blond man's lips, looking up at the monitor just as he raises his eyes, the camera zooms in, then stops.Those blue eyes seem to be looking at him through a computer screen, and Bruce's extremely thin lips are slightly pursed.

He stared at the frozen picture, but his brain, which was supposed to think about the countermeasures quickly, couldn't help but think about another question, which he didn't think of at that time because of his surprise and anger.

——If he could push Randall away at all, why, that kiss lasted so long?

There was a few seconds of silence.

The dark-haired man raised his head, his brown eyes looked lightly at the officer sitting across from him: "Is the Pentagon threatening the head of the special task force?"

The other party smiled, and seemed to be completely resolute: "How is this a threat? Mr. Stewart, the person in charge of the project and the subject's excessive contact will be harmful after all, as I said just now," he shrugged Shoulder, "Dangerous weapons need to be looked after carefully."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

The Pentagon does not seem to know that Randall has cut off contact with the Special Task Force, otherwise it would not be as simple as a threat.He was silent for a while, and said: "The Pentagon can participate." The black-haired man's voice was cold, he looked at the two people opposite him who couldn't hide their joy, and said: "The Special Task Force will not withdraw from the project."

Randall's affairs made him have to give in.

Pentagon officials left satisfied.Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, still staying on the laptop screen, his sea blue eyes seemed to be staring at each other.He slammed the notebook shut.

office.

The dots representing Breakpoint agents on the computer screen were still flashing, and there was only one gray dot left.What was wiped out no longer exists.

For too long, he has walked in the dark, and he has already become the same background color as blood and dirt.Breakpoint No. [-] was just a pawn, a test object, and a weapon from the beginning to the end. His death only reminded the senior chief of the cia that he probably still has something called "conscience".

But Randall was different.

The black-haired man stared at the screen with a calm expression on his face, wondering what he was thinking.

Bruce has always had a firm heart. All these years of killing and decisiveness have already tempered his heart to be as cold as a stone, but he has never bothered to avoid his feelings, even if he never realized that he would really feel them. A mood beyond the control of reason.

It's like he's never afraid to admit his cruelty.