On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Randall likes his current situation very much, except for those cia agents who occasionally follow the trail to "disturb" him, strolling around the world to see the scenery is quite in line with his taste.

Just a little boring.

Randall didn't want to admit that while he was enjoying this freedom, he was still thinking about those days when he was licking blood at the special task force.In fact, his life has never been without guns and fire, let alone on this trip called "Around the World", which is actually a desperate escape.What Randall James didn't want to admit was that he missed the days when he was by that person's side.

Russia, St. Peter's Square.

The weather in summer is not too hot. The blond man is wearing a light-colored T-shirt and jeans that look like he was found in a second-hand market. He looks up at the sky lazily.

Not a single bird.

He yawned in the middle, and suddenly stopped, his brows wrinkled involuntarily.

The pain came again.It rose slowly from the lower abdomen, and then spread quickly as if it spread all over the nerves of the whole body. The pain made the blond man unable to keep his face calm.He took out a small medicine bottle from his trouser pocket, quickly opened it, poured out two pills, and threw them into his mouth to swallow.

Pressing his abdomen with one hand, Randall gritted his teeth.That kind of pain always lingers vaguely in the lower abdomen, and occasionally it becomes severe, reminding his body that he doesn't know that there is something wrong with that part.The pain suddenly and slowly dissipated, leaving only the contraction of the lower abdomen.Randall exhaled.Lately he seems to be relying more and more on reinforcements to maintain his agility and strength.And the abdominal pain started to become a kind of trouble, the strengthening agent suppressed his nature, and for some reason, this made the pain more intense, as if something was struggling.

"Uncle?" A child's voice rang out, "Are you all right?"

Randall turned his head. A little boy was lying on the back of the bench, holding a cream cone commonly seen in tourist attractions in one hand, and looked at him sideways with his little head.The blond man grinned. "I'm fine." He said in Russian, the man hesitated for a moment, then reached out and snored twice on the top of the little boy's head, and the soft hair brushed Randall's callused palm.

"What did you eat just now?"

Randall smacked his lips, the nauseating taste of the consolidator was still lingering under the base of his tongue, the blond man narrowed his eyes slightly with a smile, "Sugar."

The little boy persisted, "Is it delicious?"

The blond man tilted his head, he looked thoughtful, and said, "It's bitter."

The boy with chestnut hair and blue eyes stared curiously at Randall's side face. This man who speaks fluent Russian looked gentle and harmless, but when he said this, his expression seemed to be really affected by the bitter taste. "Sugar" troubled.It looks so uncomfortable.

The boy watched the blood slowly return to the blond man's face, and the paleness and pain just now disappeared without a trace.

And the man's hand was subconsciously resting on his lower abdomen.

"Did you have a stomachache just now?" the little boy asked.

Randall smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt now."

The man pursed his mouth angrily as if a little annoyed, this action made his facial features squeeze together comically, triggering a loud laugh from the boy.Randall said: "If you eat too much ice cream, your stomach will hurt."

The boy looked at the blond man, then at the cone in his hand, flattened his mouth in disbelief, and retorted: "No way, I like ice cream, but I won't make my stomach hurt after eating it. The little boy tilted his head: "As long as you know how much you can eat!"

Randall blinked.He laughed self-consciously: "Probably I want too much." He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the boy's hair again, there was a little stream of unknown meaning in his blue eyes: "The things you like are like wanting to Get it all, even if it hurts, you will be insatiable.”

The little boy listened half-understood, and reached out to touch Randall's hair, "You can ask for a little each time, eat a cone every day, and you won't have a stomachache," the boy smiled and showed a proud expression , said: "You can have ice cream for the whole summer."

Randall smiled, and he flicked the boy's forehead with his fingers, "Sly." The blond man narrowed his eyes slightly, "But I like your slyness, kid."

"Anton! We're leaving! Anton—" a woman called out not far away.

The little boy looked over there for a while, shrunk his head: "Mom is calling me! I wish you a happy day!" With a lively tone, he winked at Randall playfully, and then quickly turned to the The woman ran.Randall narrowed his eyes, and he watched the boy run away happily, still holding the cone in his hand, his chestnut hair was shining brightly in the sun.

What a beautiful vitality.

Do you want to get what you want bit by bit?

The blond man slowly curled the corners of his lips.

He stood up, and the bright summer sun made people's mood clearer.

Randall took a few steps, and a man wearing a peaked cap walked past him and happened to bump into his shoulder. The blond man took half a step back to let the man go. take a step.

Then dizziness hit, and the sky was dark.

cia, special task force.

Amanda's voice seemed a little unstable through the radio waves, and someone speaking in Russian could be vaguely heard in the background.

"It can only be confirmed that the agents are in Russia, sir."

Bruce stood in front of the big screen, and he was in the middle of directing a small raid. Special forces and agents had just stormed the villa of a certain terrorist leader, and there was a lot of gunfire.He watched the fierce battle on the big screen blankly, raised his right hand to support the unobtrusive micro-communicator in his ear, the voice of the female agent was a little distorted, Bruce thought, that's why I'm not used to it.

Not the lazy, playful voice of the blond guy, waiting to get angry at him for risking his life and madness, then laughing and explaining it was the best way to go.

Because I know you will always come to save me, sir.

Bruce whispered: "Find out his location as soon as possible, Agent Amanda, and report to me." He paused, "Don't let him find you."

Amanda hesitated for two seconds because of the order to change, and then said "yes".She didn't need to ask why her commander changed the "bring him back alive" order to "find, track, monitor and protect", although Amanda strongly doubted whether her instructor needed to come from her protection.

Bruce cut off the connection immediately.

In the laboratory, two test subjects were already in place, and Bruce saw his face reflected in the bulletproof glass.Rot was still standing beside him with a smug look on his face.

"With the experience of Breakpoint No. [-], this experiment will be fully remodeled and strengthened," Rott smiled and looked at Bruce, ignoring the indifference and thunder-like anger on the black-haired man, "sir you Soon you will have the most beautiful, powerful, and most ruthless weapon in the world."

Bruce gave Rot a cold look.He didn't speak, watching the liquid medicine being injected into the vital part of the back of the neck. Breakpoint No. [-] and Breakpoint No. [-] are located in two rooms, and people in the monitoring room can observe through the huge one-way glass Any slight reaction from the two agents.

It was quiet.

The chief of the special task force almost had the words "Do not disturb if you are in a bad mood" written all over his body. Naturally, no one dared to send himself in front of Bruce at such a time.Garcia hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Sir, we have the latest information from our monitoring site in Russia."

Bruce turned his head and glanced at his female adjutant. The serious expression on the other side meant that this information was not trivial.Bruce glanced at the omega agents in the laboratory whose medicine had begun to take effect, and the original color of their eyes had gradually been replaced by a blood-like red.

He suddenly remembered that there was another person in Russia.

The black-haired man motioned Garcia to go out with his eyes, and the two walked out of the monitoring room.Rot cast a meaningful look behind Bruce.

"Say." Bruce said succinctly.

Garcia pinched her fingers, and she could naturally see the chief's extreme displeasure, but Bruce had instructed him before that the intelligence of Area R must be reported to him.That area used to be under the jurisdiction of the former deputy director Kent, so Bruce had to be extra careful when accepting it.And there's a group that they've been monitoring for signs of activity in Russia.

"Black sand has emerged in St. Petersburg and our agents have found them in a hideout in the suburbs."

Bruce frowned, and he asked, "How many agents have we deployed in St. Petersburg?"

Garcia said: "Not enough, sir, St. Petersburg has been under our surveillance, but there are not many operational personnel."

Bruce pondered for a moment, and said: "Send more people to that area, and ask for the best agents, don't startle the snake."

"Yes." Garcia said, the female soldier hesitated for two seconds, and suddenly said: "One more thing, sir, Agent Amanda's GPS location shows that she is in St. Petersburg at the moment."

Bruce looked at Garcia for a moment, and said, "I see."

The female soldier observed Bruce's expression without showing any trace. Her officer looked calm and indifferent. Garcia blinked, "If it's okay, sir, I'll leave first."

Bruce nods.

When he returned to the monitoring room, Rott greeted him with a smile, "Welcome back, sir, as you can see, these two Omega agents are about to complete the transformation that makes them perfect."

Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth in disgust because of the beta man's tone of aria, and showed a smirk. He said, "I hope it won't be a failure this time, Mr. Rot. The tolerance of the special office is Limited." His brown eyes stared at Rott like a falcon, and the beta man only felt a huge oppressive force coming, and he gritted his teeth secretly.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked at the two Omega agents behind the bulletproof glass expressionlessly. The blood-red eyes just now changed again, the red faded away, and the black pupils were like cold inorganic matter, leaving only a piece of cruel.

"If this experiment is successful, it should be promoted among all breakpoint agents." Rott said, with that ambiguous smile on his face.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and he looked at Rott coldly: "What does Mr. Rott mean?"

Rot kept that smile: "Breakpoint No. [-] and No. [-] are the best of all Omega agents. I just can't wait to see the effect of their transformation."

Bruce glanced at him lightly, and the smile on Rott's face froze for a moment, but he still had the courage to speak out—after all, he now has the support of the Pentagon, and Bruce's handle is held in the hands of the Pentagon, so he has a different confidence in the past.

"Oh, speaking of which, I wonder if the officer can reveal the current whereabouts of Breakpoint No. [-], and whether it can be remodeled in time?"

Bruce's gaze finally turned cold, with undisguised killing intent.

Rot took a step back without showing any trace, as if he could avoid the aggressive eyes of the black-haired man.He laughed dryly "hehe", and then remembered the first meeting in the desert.

The dark-haired man had a flat expression under those black gun muzzles, and he saw his eyes rest on the agent's blond hair.

There was a hint of sinisterness in the beta man's eyes, and he said slowly: "You can pay such a big price, why can't you let me turn him into the best weapon?" Rot observed Bruce's expression: " For so long, has he ever received your love, does he know the small, humble deal you made with me?"

The black-haired man's expression could no longer be described with anger, it was a kind of coldness that was almost frozen, he slowly approached Rott: "Shut up."

Rot laughed, he knew that he had found the only weak point of this tough man, he continued: "He knows—"

Just halfway through the beta man's words, Bruce has already moved.

"Dangdang!"

With a loud noise, Bruce slammed Root into a row of cabinets by the wall. The black-haired man held the beta man tightly, and his right hand was stuck in the vital part of Rot's throat. As long as he exerted a little force, he would die.

The guards outside rushed in when they heard the movement, and they all froze at the door.

Bruce didn't pay attention, he just stared at Rot, the sharpness in his brown eyes.

It was difficult for Rot to breathe, and words came out of his mouth intermittently: "I, I... will not... mention this matter again... Like, like, like we agreed."

Bruce loosened his strength slightly, but the killing intent on his body still didn't dissipate.

Rott coughed: "To you, he really isn't an ordinary agent and weapon,...sir..."

Bruce looked at Rott coldly, and he slowly let go of his hand. The beta man held his throat and breathed heavily, and the cabinet behind him was slightly dented.

Bruce smoothed out the tiny folds in his coat, his voice calm.

"Yes, he is different."