On the quality improvement of Omega agents

"Breakpoint number four."

Randall spoke slowly, his black muzzle still pointing at his long-lost colleague.

Breakpoint Four smiled flatly, his blue eyes only had a cold gleam.

"Put the gun down, Randall."

The blond agent raised his chin slightly, this action made him look a little arrogant, while Breakpoint No. [-] on the opposite side was not annoyed, obviously used to Randall's style.

He said lightly: "You don't look very well."

Although Randall had a good rest, his face was still a little tired.He didn't hide it either, squinted his eyes lazily, and said, "I'm doing pretty well, except that my range of activities is not as good as before." He shrugged his shoulders.

It is obvious that Randall was imprisoned. Breakpoint No. [-] did not comment much. He just smiled and raised his hand to Randall. The watch is gone.Breakpoint No. [-] said: "I think you already know our chief's intention."

The blond agent was slightly taken aback, and then quickly covered it up.He smiled: "What intention?"

Breakpoint No. [-] didn't want to go around the corner: "Bruce Stewart wants to clear all Breakpoint agents." His blue eyes were fixed on Randall's face, his pupils were dim, but his tone was full of hatred.He didn't even bother to hide anything, he just called their "sir" by his full name.

Randall raised his eyebrows, and he said, "Did you take off the watch?"

Breakpoint Four sneered, his eyes gliding over Randall's exposed arm, who still wore the ordinary watch on his wrist.

"You know that watch is not only used to hold the stabilizer?" He paused, and said: "When I found out that things had changed, I went to Breakpoint No. [-], and before I said a word, he was right in front of me. Died, died of the explosion."

Randall was expressionless.

Bruce really got into it.

Breakpoint agents are too sharp weapons, and if they are not handled properly, they will hurt their masters.The CIA has never lacked "hard" means to control agents.The omega that underwent the surgery would all be addicted to the hardening agent, this was one of the means, and the final guarantee was the high explosive that was also installed in that watch.It can be activated by remote control, and the explosive power is enough to tear a grown man to pieces.Randall looked casually at the watch on his wrist.

"Did you tear down the little gift that sir gave us?"

Breakpoint No. [-] said coldly: "I don't want to sit still, No. [-]." His eyes moved back and forth between Randall's face and the pistol, "That's why I came to you."

Randall still raised his chin and looked at Breakpoint No. [-] opposite him.

The alarm system had been switched off, and even the sound of gunfire did not trigger emergency measures.Randall said slowly: "I guess you have dealt with everyone who might disturb us?"

He found that his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Bruce hasn't left here yet.

Breakpoint Four nodded, covering up the hatred and madness in his eyes and returning to his usual self, as if this was just part of those "difficult" tasks he was used to.

"I look forward to our collaboration."

Randall slowly put away the pistol under his clothes, but he did not close the safety.

"I'm very glad that you value me." He said, "But you know that there is no good result for betraying the Special Task Force."

Breakpoint No. [-] snorted, the chilling emotion flashed through his blue eyes again, and he said, "Then my life is good now?" He looked at Rand Er laughed, and didn't look angry, as if he was talking about the weather, he said, "Then it's better to die together."

The dark-haired agent smiled and said, "Join me! What's better than leaving this cage?" He used an exclamation tone, as if talking about a person's lifelong yearning.

Randall looked at him posing an invitation, and said a little funny, "In this world, no one can order me except sir." He used a brazen and provocative posture, but suddenly thought in his heart that he seemed to be very satisfied. Bruce Stewart has never been called that.his officer.

Breakpoint Four did not know that Randall had defected to the Special Task Force.His gaze was almost frozen on the blond man's protruding belly.

"The Special Service started allowing Breakpoint agents to conceive, huh?"

Randall shrugged, and he said slowly: "I think this is just part of the breakpoint test."

Facing Breakpoint No. [-]'s sharp gaze, he felt that his cold sweat was getting worse, and his palms were wet and sticky.Randall felt like he had never been so nervous.He was afraid that Breakpoint Four would find out about the kid and that he would be used to threaten Bruce.He is too aware of the Breakpoint agent's style of work, this child will never have the possibility of surviving.

Breakpoint No. [-] really spoke.

"I think you know that it is impossible for an omega to get pregnant just because of heat." He showed a sinister smile, and his tone was affirmative: "You have been marked."

Randall pretended he didn't see Breakpoint Four's hand on the butt of his gun.

The blond man smiled, "It doesn't matter if you mark it or not." He paused, "Instead of wondering about this disgusting subordinate mark, why not think about how to get out of here."

Breakpoint No. [-] raised his eyebrows, "Okay."

Looking at the expression on Randall's face, he thought to himself, probably because of this mark that No. [-] was imprisoned.The people in the medical office are absolutely treasured for a pregnant breakpoint omega, how could they let him go.Thinking about it this way, Randall's cold attitude was explained.He seemed to loathe the Marker, and if he wasn't on this side, he would never be on the side of the Task Force.

How could such an overly proud person willingly submit to others.

Breakpoint No. [-]'s mind was spinning, he suddenly smiled at Randall, his blue eyes were a little bit cloudy.

"We need to do something before we leave." Breakpoint Four said the next words slowly, "A little challenge."

Randall frowned.

Breakpoint No. [-]'s smile faintly reveals a treacherous shadow, and he said, "Do you dare?"

Randall didn't speak, he handed out the gun in his hand.Breakpoint Four was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly.

"Okay, okay!" The young man with black hair and blue eyes was originally handsome, but at this moment he was wearing an inexplicable distortion, which made people shudder.He took the gun from Randall, fiddled with it twice, and the withdrawn bullets jingled and fell on the console of the monitoring room.Then he looked up at Randall, picked up a bullet with one hand, and slowly pushed it into the freshly emptied chamber.

He hands Randall the gun.

The blond agent took the gun and didn't speak.

He handed the only weapon to Breakpoint Four to show his following, and the other party's return of the gun means trust in him.Did they come to an agreement?

Randall weighed the gun in his hand, and he was very clear about the lack of five bullets.You only have one chance to shoot yourself.And he didn't know who to shoot the bullet with.

at the same time.

Amanda let out a low groan and opened her eyes.The coldness of her cheek against the ground made her wake up quickly.The young female agent rolled over and sat up, the pistol in the holster at her waist had disappeared.Amanda looked around and found that she was locked in the filing room at the moment, surrounded by filing cabinets that hadn't been cleaned for a long time.She grabbed one of them and struggled to stand up.

Amanda is on duty today. She has just returned from a coup in a small country. She has no other tasks. Being on duty at night in the Special Service is already a fat job that junior agents envy.

Who knew such a thing would come across.

The person who knocked her out was terribly skilled, Amanda thought, just because she was a junior agent, it didn't mean she didn't know what to do.After going through life and death these days, she also trained her sensitive intuition, but just now she was completely unaware of the enemy's attack.

Amanda stood and listened for a while, but there was no sound outside. —Did the man not even set off the alarm?

Silence as death.

The female agent found that her heart was beating very fast.She went up and twisted the doorknob of the filing room, and the door was locked from the outside.

Amanda frowned, she was about to smash the glass on the door with her arm, when suddenly there were hurried footsteps outside.

The door was opened with a bang.

Amanda took a step back, her attack was blocked by someone who came, the female agent calmed down, and then she saw the person opposite.

Captain Garcia.

There was an unconcealable look of anxiety on the female soldier's face. "Did you see who attacked you?!"

Amanda shook her head.

"shit!"

For the first time, Garcia swears in front of the junior agent.She dragged Amanda and walked outside.

"Randall, you'd better not do stupid things, the officer won't forgive you!" Garcia gritted her teeth and muttered, speeding up her pace, but Amanda froze behind.

She heard the name.

——Randall James, second only to Bruce Stewart, the taboo of the Special Service, Kingsman, the most perfect masterpiece of Breakpoint Project.

Amanda is an agent, she knows a lot, for example, what kind of identity is the instructor she admires.She knew that some things should not be explored, but she couldn't control herself after all.

Garcia didn't have time to explain to Amanda.From Bruce's weird behavior these days, she guessed that Randall had returned, but she didn't know that the blonde agent had been imprisoned by the chief in the task force for nearly two months.

She thought Breakpoint Three was finally back.

Garcia spoke quickly and told Amanda: "Don't disturb the other security personnel, don't trigger the alarm, let the search team follow you, and notify me immediately if you encounter him, don't do anything."

Amanda knows who "he" is.She responded in a low voice, turned and left.

Garcia heads straight to Bruce's office.