On the quality improvement of Omega agents

John has lived on Oak Street for more than ten years, and this is the second time, um, no, maybe the third time he has seen this man.He was tall, with black hair, and his skin was very white. He was only wearing a thin shirt, and the black trousers were very flat. The lines seemed to show the neatness of this person.He was standing in the building next door to John's house, taking the key out of his pocket as if unaccustomed.

John is not the kind of person who likes to spy on neighbors and gossip, but he can't restrain his curiosity this time - after all, not everyone will have a neighbor who only comes home three times in more than ten years.

While tidying the lawn, John secretly looked at the next door, and even he himself didn't know why he had such a sneaky mentality that seemed to be shady.

Oh, and this time his neighbor seems to have brought back a visitor!

John squinted, trying to peer through the manicured hedge.The person following the black-haired man was wearing a black woolen overcoat, with a coat in his hands covering his waist and abdomen. He had a tall and straight figure, but looked lazy, standing A few steps away from the black-haired man, watching the other person open the door.

He has golden hair.

John wanted to take another look, but the door next door had already opened, so he had to watch helplessly, and the two walked into the next room.

Bruce walked into the room and turned on the light.There was a bit of dust in the foyer, and Randall, who followed behind, sniffed.Bruce turned on the air conditioner casually, and the room seemed to be warming up slowly amidst the buzzing sound. Randall walked around the black-haired man in front of him and walked into the living room casually, as if he was his own dusty man. , like a "nest" that is almost impenetrable to light.Behind him, Bruce bent down and picked up the dusty cushion by the door, opened the door and set it outside.

Randall turned on the TV very familiarly, and then found himself a comfortable seat and nestled on the sofa. He did not take off the woolen coat that was draped outside, and half of his face was shrunk under the raised coat. Under the collar, looking drowsy.

Bruce walked over, he turned down the sound of the TV, and the living room fell silent.

Randall looked up at him, his sea-blue pupils couldn't see any emotion in the dim light, and he asked, "How do you know I won't shoot you?"

For a moment, the blond agent's gun was actually aimed at Bruce.

Bruce walked to the wine cabinet on his own.He took out the leftover half bottle of bourbon from last night. The dark liquid was swaying in the glass bottle. The black-haired man seemed to be savoring the subtle aroma of the wine in the air. After a while, he said, "I don't know."

Breakpoint [-]'s counterattack was expected by Bruce, but he didn't expect that madman would drag Randall along.When the blond agent's gun was aimed at him, Bruce could almost feel his heart stop for a moment.

He didn't know what his little leopard would choose.

Before leaving the desk, the senior officer of the CIA secretly held the pen in the palm of his hand.Unscrew the tail of the pen, and that is a miniature pistol with a capacity of one round.

Bruce also only has one bullet, and he always knows how to use the seemingly faintest glimmer of hope in this desperate situation to complete the most ruthless and neat counterattack.

—Oh, he hated the smug smile on Breakpoint Four's face.After all, Bruce Stewart has always been impatient with disobedient tools.

He hardly gave Randall's pistol too much energy, and all his mind was on the final blow.When the blond agent starts to pre-press the trigger, Bruce thinks he even thinks - shoot me in the heart, or the wall, you decide.

This thought was fleeting, but the senior CIA chief was still terrified.

He actually made the decision subconsciously.

——Facing Randall James, let go of your own life and death.

I said that you will get everything you want, the most dangerous battlefield, a strong self, my feelings, or, as long as you step over my dead body, you will be free.

Randall, who was sitting on the sofa, froze for a moment.The changing light on the TV cast unpredictable shadows in the man's eyes, and the blond agent's face lacked expression for a moment.How ridiculous human feelings are, such a powerful and invincible person would even have such a thought, let go of what he wants, and let himself be the one who is determined even for life and death.

Randall bent his lips a few seconds later, and he seemed to sigh and said: "It seems that I missed the opportunity,"

Bruce came back with a glass of wine, the black-haired man looked indifferent, as if he hadn't said any shocking facts just now, he said, "You know I won't give you such a chance again."

Randall snorted lazily, and he didn't even refute Bruce's words, but just raised his chin at the wine in the black-haired man's hand.

With a look of disapproval, Bruce said, "You're not in the right situation for alcohol,"

"Just one bite." Randall showed a rogue smile.Bruce looked at him, the blond agent's eyes were still surprisingly blue in the somewhat dim light, the luster in his pupils reminded him of the most beautiful kind of gemstones, and the smile on his lips was lazy.

Bruce inexplicably felt that Randall's words just now had a coquettish ending, and he didn't know if this was his hallucination.

Bruce looked at Randall for two seconds, then handed the cup in his hand to the blond man, with a hint of helplessness in his flat expression.

Some guy who just had a life-and-death experience, nearly shot his own officer, and got some kind of unofficial confession took a big sip from his glass and curled up on the couch like a contented cat , the cheeks are bulging due to excessive filling, and the blue eyes show a sly look.

Bruce looked at him, only to feel that the small glass of wine he just drank suddenly burned his limbs. The senior officer of the CIA sighed helplessly, and he forced himself to look away, trying to find a less clumsy excuse for his decline in self-control.

It's... it's inevitable, because he's his omega.

——That's why there's no way to resist.

Bruce snatched the glass from Randall's hand, and the other party looked as expected. He almost drank a small half of the glass at that moment, and when he swallowed it, his throat made a grunt, and then showed a satisfied light With a smile, the black-haired man suddenly spoke, and he asked, "Why didn't you shoot?"

"At that time, I mean—" Bruce looked at Randall's confused face, and said abruptly, "You can kill me and leave this place forever."

Randall was silent for a moment, his throat moved, as if something was almost blurted out.

"You know I like these things, guns and danger, adrenaline rush, and the game of chase and escape with the Special Service, but when you think of you dead, I don't think these things are interesting."

Randall looked away as he said this, like some sort of botched cover-up.

Bruce found that his thoughts were not as quick as they used to be. It took him a few seconds to understand what Randall was saying, and then his heart stopped for a second.

The CIA's senior officers had never experienced the feeling of falling in love that the ladies so enthusiastically described.until now.

——a suffocating joy.

Then the joy turned into a fierce kiss.

"Glad to hear you say that."

Randall slightly opened the distance between the two of them, and he licked his lips. The ambiguous water stains made the blonde man's lips look extra alluring.Bruce's voice was a little hoarse, Randall squinted his eyes, and he could see the clarity in the brown pupils of the person opposite him.

Bruce leaned over slowly, and he kissed the corner of Randall's mouth.His fingers are still piercing through those golden hair.

Randall raised an unscrupulous smile.

"Now is a good time."

The wine is mellow and the time is just right.He could smell the man's sweat, bourbon, and gunpowder remnants.Everything is close at hand.

Bruce looks through Randall's eyes.Like the blue sky at night, he can capture the faint, star-like light.

Nothing could make him let this man go.Nothing.

"I love you."

Bruce said.

"Don't leave me, anytime."

I love you and don't leave me.