On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Randall stretched his waist and looked at Bruce who walked in from the outside.The dark-haired man looked well rested, with a lot less fatigue on his face, and he was holding a paper bag in his hand.

"Here," Bruce said.

Randall blinked, and he took what was in the opponent's hand. The smell of baked desserts quickly spread in the room, and the blonde man's eyes suddenly lit up.

Bruce had to admit that when the man's blue eyes shone with that innocent, cheerful light, no one could resist looking for a few more seconds.

Randall grinned: "Do you remember, Bruce?" He reached out to dip some icing on the donut and put it in his mouth, "Thanks."

Bruce sat down next to him and just watched the man gobble up the donut, the colorful icing standing at the corner of his mouth.Randall was lazily leaning halfway on the bed, licking his lips greedily, and resting his hand on his swollen abdomen inadvertently.

Bruce smiled, and suddenly said: "You should eat less of this kind of junk food." He paused, and there was a slight hint of teasing in his eyes, "It's not good for children."

Randall almost choked on his own spit.

"What?"

Bruce didn't let the guy who ate donuts and seemed to have degraded his IQ to a toddler say anything.He leaned in and kissed Randall.

The blond man's pupils dilated slightly, and Bruce saw his own shadow in the sea-like blue, which was shockingly clear.Randall's daze for a second made Bruce drive straight in. He tasted the sweet taste that remained between the other's lips and teeth. It was a bit cloying, but not annoying.Maybe next time, Bruce thought, he should buy a couple of donuts for himself.

Bruce's hand clasped the back of Randall's head, and the blond agent was forced to raise his head to respond to the kiss. Some rough movements made it difficult for him to breathe, but a smile gradually appeared in his blue eyes.

Bruce searched every inch of his omega's mouth carefully, and was satisfied with the way the other party was gradually addicted.Randall still smelled of the sun, so warm that Bruce didn't want to let him go.He knew that it was the special smell of omega during pregnancy, the omega marked by him belonged to his omega.

The dangerous guy who never bows his head with his teeth and claws is now close at hand.Their breaths are intertwined, ambiguous and intimate.

Bruce let go of Randall's hair, and he took a step back, admiring Randall's blond hair flicking in all directions, which made him look like a warm hedgehog.

Randall let himself breathe the fresh air in embarrassment, and rolled his eyes slowly after a few seconds, "You are so enthusiastic today."

Bruce smiled and said, "Oh, that's an honor." He glanced lightly at Randall's face, and when he met those blue eyes, he quietly concealed the almost overwhelming possessiveness in his pupils. "I just happened to think that you are my omega. I think an alpha is obliged to appear when his omega is in heat."

Randall snorted.

The changes produced by the pregnant omega are huge, he not only feels weak, but also lustful.The existence of the child completely exploded the omega's nature, the desire was not too strong, there was no breakpoint agent, it was crazy when the reinforcement agent failed, but it followed him like a shadow, reminding him all the time. —He's a marked omega.

Bruce maintained a flat expression on his face, but his brown pupils became a little darker.He heard a little hoarse, almost seductive, from the blond man's disdainful hum.Bruce gritted his teeth.He just felt that he should be by Randall's side, but he was not prepared to be in heat with his agent all the time.Randall is because of the child in the womb, so what is the reason for him--is the senior officer of the CIA abstinent for so long that a mere kiss can bo, qi?Annoyance flashed in the dark-haired man's eyes, he stood up, "Pay attention to rest."

Randall blinked his eyes, watched Bruce walk out of the confinement room quickly, inexplicably felt that the man's back looked like he was running away.The blond agent sneered. ——Picked him up and turned around to leave, or did his dear former officer find that something was out of his control?Randall's fingers ran across his slightly tense abdomen, and he leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes.

Bruce walked all the way through the empty corridor of the special mission, his black windbreaker was lifted and dropped by the air with his steps, looking terrifying.Garcia, who was walking towards him, glanced at Bruce inexplicably, but wisely decided not to ask why.The commander's complexion is not very good.The female soldier kept standing at attention and watched Bruce disappear at the end of the corridor. There was an unusual loud noise when the electronic door of the office closed.Garcia thought that the man who she always thought would not change the expression on his face even if the nuclear war broke out tomorrow or the end of the world was brought forward this afternoon was now looking uncontrollably annoyed and irritable.

—but she's seen enough "firsts" and "firsts" today.

Bruce slammed the office door, he paced back and forth in the room, and then opened the drawer, flipping through the stacks of documents stacked on top with a somewhat rude movement, and the transparent syringes containing alpha inhibitors were arranged below.The black-haired man took out one, lifted the clothes on his arms, and then stopped.Bruce finally tossed the ampoules back with extra rage, not caring about the messed up confidential documents.He closed the drawer with a snap.The man violently tore open the collar of his shirt and took a deep breath.

The blond guy stirred him up so easily Bruce knew it had nothing to do with self-control.

The dark-haired man sat down on the chair somewhat dejectedly.He slowly calmed down the anger that came from nowhere, and closed his eyes weakly.Bruce Stewart has a weakness that cannot be abandoned, and he needs to use all his strength to maintain this weakness.

And Randall James, too.

The blond sat up alertly.The soundproofing of the brig was good, but not nearly enough to isolate the gunshots.

"bump--"

There was another shot.Randall got out of bed quickly.He raised his head, the surveillance camera in the corner of the confinement room was still on, and the small red light was blinking.He stared at the camera as if he was looking at someone.

There was no more gunfire, and there was a dead silence outside.

It appears the alarm system has been compromised by an intruder.There are only a handful of people who can do this, Randall thought.A few names flashed through his mind, then he frowned.The blond man stood on the ground and looked around, the white walls now took on a certain ominous meaning.

Someone broke into the special mission.Under heavy guards and protective alarms, they silently entered almost the most secret place in the country, full of powerful soldiers and bloodless secret agents, and then opened fire.Obviously the visitor is not a friend.Randall narrowed his eyes, and he realized that the first image that came to his mind was a dark-haired man.

He turned his head, looked directly at the monitor, and mouthed.

"—open the door."

The small red light flickered one after another.

"Beep-"

The electronic door opened with a sound.

Randall didn't look surprised either. He casually picked up a coat thrown at the foot of the bed and put it on his arm. The hanging clothes cleverly covered the man's protruding abdomen, which made his figure look slightly normal some.He walked out of the room slowly.

After more than two months of house arrest, the blond man squinted his eyes uncomfortably. He looked at the scene outside the door.The two guards fell to the ground, and the black bullet holes between their eyebrows were particularly ferocious.Their blood flowed out and polluted the clean floor.

Randall took a light breath, resisting the stomach tumbling caused by the smell of blood, and stepped over the two cold corpses.

The door of the surveillance room across the corridor was ajar.

Randall flipped the safety of the pistol he got from the dead guard at the door of the confinement room lightly, and he pushed the door open.

The young man with dark hair and blue eyes looked up from the console and looked at Randall as he entered.The black muzzle of the gun in Randall's hand was pointed at him through the drooping coat, and the young man showed no other than a smile.

"Glad to see you are not dead, my dear colleague."