On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The prison cells used by the special task force to imprison serious criminals are airtight, with smooth metal walls and a layer of iron bars outside the bulletproof glass.Rot tilted his head, and he looked curiously at Bruce, who was separated from him by a layer of glass and a layer of fence. "You know?"

Bruce said coldly: "You know why you are still alive."

Rot shrugged his shoulders, "My life and death are just a matter of your words, Stuart." He looked at Bruce with an eager expression: "You know, my research will soon have a breakthrough. But you stopped this plan."

Bruce shot him a look. He wasn't going to explain to the madman why Project Breakpoint had been abolished.

Rott continued on his own: "Is my plan not good enough, and you just deny it?" His tone was still calm, but madness and anger were already shining in his eyes. "As long as the medicine I'm researching takes time, it can completely cut off the emotions of those omegas, and they will become the sharpest and most powerful weapons! Then a small failure can't explain anything!"

Bruce looked at the nearly crazy beta in front of him, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.

Rott looked at the indifferent black-haired man through the somewhat reflective glass, and he let out a hoarse laugh: "I know what it is."

"For your little golden retriever pet, aren't you?! You're afraid that my research will make him lose his feelings, and make him stop begging you to warm him up around your feet?! Bruce Stewart, I still I didn't expect you to have such disgusting thoughts in your heart, you poor—"

Rot's near-cursing yells came to an abrupt end, he clung tightly to the chair, his whole body began to tremble violently, his breathing was heavy, and there was an inexplicable grunt in his throat.Bruce removed his hand from a control button outside the cell, and lazily turned off the listening device.After all, the screams of human beings being shocked by high-voltage electric shocks are not pleasant.

After a round of electric shock, Luo Te's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and he slumped powerlessly on the chair cast on the ground, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead.His body was still convulsing, and the madness in his eyes faded a little.

Bruce waited for Rot to calm down, then turned on the speaker, and the man's cold voice came into the prison.

"Watch your wording, Rot."

Rotor reluctantly showed a mocking smile.His tone was broken: "...I, I'm just telling the truth... Dear sir, you... Until now, can't you accept the fact that you are obsessed with your pet..."

Bruce's tone was calm. "He's not a pet."

The cameras in the monitoring room had already been turned off, and no one dared to dare to monitor the special interrogation of Rott by the head of the special task force.Bruce said slowly: "He's my partner."

He didn't mind letting Rot know what Randall meant to him.Whatever Bruce Stewart dared to admit, he was absolutely sure that he would not be restricted and restrained.Project Breakpoint had been buried forever, and the bond between him and the blond man would no longer require covering up weaknesses and weaknesses.

The power in nature makes a person strong.

Rott subconsciously opened his eyes wide.He knew that the beautiful omega was marked, but he didn't expect that Bruce Stewart would personally admit his relationship with the other party, and his every move and every word revealed a strong desire for protection.

This powerful alpha is fully awakened by the connection.

"...Your deep affection is really touching... I just wonder if that person knows that you let me experiment with the whole breakpoint plan for him alone?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly, he raised his hand casually, and pressed the button that controlled the electric shock again.

"what--"

Rott let out a hoarse scream, his whole body was like a dying fish, shaking violently on the chair, oxygen became a luxury.Bruce waited a moment before hitting the stop button.

Oh, Bruce wasn't going to let Rot die in two rounds of electric shocks.It had been a long time since he had done torture such as extorting a confession, but this did not mean that the top officer of the special task force had clean hands.He is good at making life worse than death, with a pair of eyes good at spotting weaknesses.

Like he knew deeply what would happen to him if he lost that blond guy.

No one likes this possibility.

Rot could no longer make a sound, he felt that his tongue had stuck to the mucous membrane in his mouth, the air and water were extremely far away, only the trembling and pain left by the electric shock were firmly on the nerve endings like a gangrene.

Bruce opened his mouth, and he said concisely: "Electric shock can destroy the will of most people." After seeing Rott's disdainful smile, the black-haired man slowly added: "And the human brain."

Rott's smile froze on his face, and then slowly twisted.

"...No, no, you can't do this!!!" Rott said through gritted teeth.His voice was trembling and hoarse, barely audible.

Bruce didn't seem to be bothered to watch his reaction, he said slowly: "I don't want to find a way to keep him alive, I don't think your brain has any value to keep." The black-haired man turned off the sound monitor, then turned and left.The madman behind him roared silently through the bulletproof glass, but the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.

Randall's belly was getting bigger and the dick inside was starting to get more active, and the baby kicking—or whatever the doctors called it, the act of tossing in his father's belly—made Randall a little nervous Xixi.He found himself mentally strained to an unprecedented degree.He thought it was a little funny—oh, there was a living life in his stomach.

Well, the blond agent found that even such a simple blunt disguise would easily fail.

He yawned lazily, and slowly relaxed his back. The changing light and shadow of the TV made him narrow his eyes slightly, and the living room was very quiet.Randall's hands rest unconsciously on his towering stomach.There was a life there, his and Bruce Stewart's child.In this world, the closest person to his academy.

The blond man's eyes closed for a moment, and when there was the sound of a car stopping outside the door, he suddenly opened his eyes again.There was a bit of blank tiredness in the blue eyes.He was always sleepy easily, fatigue seemed to follow him everywhere, and he knew that he was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.The kid lives on his life.

When Bruce walked in, he saw his agent looking at the door, bewildered.

Randall was leaning on the sofa, his belly swelled high, and the originally sharp side face was now only a silhouette in the dim light, looking surprisingly thin.Randall is used to being strong.Like he's used to dealing with everything with his goddamn ruthlessness.

They are not used to face too soft emotions.

His little leopard is rapidly weakening, he has no fangs, no sharp claws, no gust of running speed, all he has left is a lover who puts a collar on him, and a man who is sucking his vitality child.

He lost the power to protect himself and that child.Kingsman would also feel uneasy.

It is an alpha's innate duty to make the uneasy omega feel protected and safe.