On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Randall opened his eyes, and his vision slowly became clear with the dull pain in his head.He maintained his breathing rate, making himself look like he was still in a coma, narrowing his eyes into a slit, and slowly observing the situation around him.When Randall moved slightly, he felt the strong handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, firmly imprisoning his body, and the inner ring of the leather handcuffs was tightly bound.There seemed to be some kind of leather platform similar to a bed under him. Randall tilted his head, and he saw a man walking by, wearing ordinary clothes, and it was difficult to distinguish his identity.

There was a very low voice of conversation.

"Have you checked him..."

"Already... the situation is not very good..."

"...we have... chips..."

The blond man's eyeballs rolled slightly under his eyelids, and he was calculating quickly in his mind.

The owner of one of the voices said close to him, "Give him another shot of tranquilizer." It seemed that he was the one calling the shots, and then someone walked up and Randall felt the cool touch of iodine on his arm.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh, you guys invited me here, what's the matter?"

As if he had just woken up from the chaos, the man's voice was hoarse and vague, with a hint of laziness.

A Russian walked over quickly. He ignored Randall who was awake, but quickly checked the pupils of the blond man, stuffed a cold stethoscope into Randall's chest, and listened for a moment.Randall grinned slightly because of the coolness, and the afterimage of the orange detection light still remained in his pupils.

He hooked the corners of his lips casually, allowing the man to examine his body.Tying him here would give him an explanation.There was a trace of coldness in the man's blue pupils, and his expression was still lazy.

The Russian doctor walked away and whispered something to the man standing aside, and Randall narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was a man of Middle Eastern appearance, wearing ordinary clothes, with gloomy eyes when he looked over.The blond man raised his eyebrows, and he watched the other person walking towards him.

"I hope you enjoyed our first meeting in a foreign country, Agent Randall."

English with exotic taste.The smile on Randall's face remained unchanged, and his pupils shrank slightly.He tried to shrug his shoulders, but the shackles on his body made it extremely difficult.He looked at each other with flat eyes.The Middle Eastern man smiled: "I can see that you are a little surprised, agent."

Randall licked his lips, and he said, "It's the first time we met, this kind of etiquette is an eye-opener." He moved his body, and the leather rope drew a red mark on his wrist.

The middle-eastern man said: "Oh, please forgive our last resort, this is just to be safe, after all, you are the most powerful breakpoint of cia."

Randall raised his eyebrows: "May I ask how you know my identity?" He paused, and suddenly said as if remembering something: "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing to inform Your Excellency, It's a pity that I no longer work for the CIA, if you want to use me to make a deal with the Special Service, I'm afraid it's not a good idea."

The Middle Eastern man looked at Randall thoughtfully: "Has Agent Randall really left CIA?" He showed an ambiguous smile, "This really disappoints me."

Looking at the other party's smile, Randall suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Your child would be a good bargaining chip."

The sea-blue pupils suddenly tightened.

The Middle Eastern man narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes carefully observed Randall's expression, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face. "Oh, it seems that Agent Randall doesn't know about his physical condition." He said, his eyes were full of sinister complacency: "Are you surprised?"

Randall closed and opened his eyes.

—then it all makes sense, all of this, the inexplicable estrus symptoms, the restless nature, and those lingering, endless pains.

Something in my mind rumbled past like a thousand wild elephants, and the thought popped up in the drowsy and painful, and then became more and more obvious.

this is not right.this child.He shouldn't exist.

Randall's mind was in a mess.He is an omega, an omega will be in heat, will be marked and possessed by an alpha, will have this irresistible attachment and desire for the mark, and will bear offspring for that person.Randall knew this, but he never found out that he never imagined this process happening to him.

He is too strong, so strong that he confronts this fate carelessly, but forgets that his nature is always sometimes, and becomes a fish that slips through the net.

Because there was a guy with black hair, and he wanted that person more than he wanted to be stronger.Because the price of loneliness is always scary.

A flash of silver crossed Randall's mind, and Randall remembered the ring on Bruce's finger, and strangely he didn't feel bad.That vision is fleeting, and then Bruce's brown eyes come to mind.Those eyes that looked up into all the times he was in such a mess.His superiors probably wouldn't like such weakness, refusing to face something that was coming because of the fear of the unknown.

a life.

The blond man let go of his eyes and stared at the ceiling, as if the dirty marks on it were some world-famous paintings worthy of careful appreciation.

He has always liked things with strong vitality, just as he likes to squander his own.He thought of the little chestnut-haired boy a few hours ago, his hair softly rubbed against his palm, and when the cream in the cone was about to drip, he playfully stretched out his tongue to lick it off.The sun in St. Peter's Square is so bright that everything around it seems to be alive.

He has been walking in the dark for too long, but he still likes such bright, bright and dazzling things after all.

Randall thought of the somewhat pale complexion of the Chief of Special Affairs, that man was truly born in the darkness, and he also had the consciousness to be buried in the darkness, he thought, but he wanted Bruce to bask in the sun .

Who doesn't like the sun.

The Middle Eastern man looked at the blond man bound on the leather table with a smile on his face and was thinking about something expressionlessly. He had already seen the surprise of the other party, but he couldn't find any trace of other emotions in an instant. Some hesitant nervous.

Randall James, the most outstanding work of the Breakpoint Project of the CIA Task Force, a powerful agent, Bruce Stewart valued him enough for the chief of the Special Task Force to mobilize two drones to blow up the The "Black Sand" headquarters deployed by CIA in the Middle East is enough for that man who has always been known for his ruthless iron fist to take him to escape in that desert. ——Excellent blackmail target.And now, unexpectedly, this omega is already pregnant.No matter whose child it is, it is a beautiful weight.

Randall said lazily, "Can you let me know where you all are from, because you are so stupid that you want to use me to threaten Bruce Stewart?" Difficulty even with one finger.The high-efficiency sedative was still affecting Randall's nerves, and he already felt the familiar pain rising from his lower abdomen again, Randall took a light breath. —Is this a reminder?

The pain kept him sane.Always make a decision quickly and decisively.He always wants to get what he likes.Even if the process is destined to be painful and long, it can't compare to him. Randall James is fierce and firm.Randall had figured it out in his mind—he couldn't be contained by these people—especially with a damned life in him that hadn't grown out of the placenta.He can't be used to threaten Bruce, God knows what will happen if he falls into the hands of that black-haired man at this time. — especially not to let Bruce Stewart know that he had semi-forced sex with a Breakpoint agent and now they have a child.

Randall has always been insatiable, he longs for Bruce, longs for a strong self, longs for all these days that allow him to run wild, and now he is a bargaining chip that threatens Bruce, which is definitely not his style.

Oh, absolutely not.