On the quality improvement of Omega agents

"He's very bad," Dr. Banner whispered.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then instructed the nurse next to him to change to another injection.

Bruce stood up to meet the doctor coming out of the operating room.

"This omega's physical fitness is very poor, but it is not difficult to see that he has received high-intensity training and has old injuries in many places." Dr. Banner glanced curiously at the beta man whose hands were covered by clothes, and turned to Bruce road.

"Can he give birth smoothly?" Bruce cut him off.

The doctor blinked. He didn't know why he became extremely nervous in front of this black-haired man, and he even sped up his speech unconsciously: "It should be possible." Doctor Banner paused, and continued: " But we cannot guarantee his life."

Bruce narrowed his eyes.He raised his chin at Rott, "Do as he says."

Banner looked at the beta standing next to the black-haired man again. He looked a bit embarrassed, but there was a malicious light in his eyes.

Rott said, "I want to keep your patient, so I need to inject him with some hormones." He paused, and continued in that annoying tone: "I have the ingredients of medicine."

Banner's eyes widened, "...it's impossible, we are responsible for patients, you are not a doctor." He turned to Bruce again: "What is your relationship with this omega?"

Bruce looked at the doctor who suddenly came up with courage, and his voice was so peaceful: "I'm his partner."

Banner choked on the second half of his words, and he stared blankly at this black-haired man who was calm, indifferent and powerful.Bruce raised his voice slightly: "I authorize this Mr. Rot." He twisted the corners of his lips in disgust, but continued: "My partner has a special body, and Rot has been his personal doctor before."

Rot grinned.

He knew what would happen to him in the end, and the only thing that could arouse Roter's interest at the moment was the study of that "wonderful" omega.Rott has always had a kind of self-confidence in himself as a master. He can make people resist their own nature, and he can also make them climb out of the abyss.He was sure he could do it.To him there is no difference between saving and destroying, the only difference is that his fruits will create perfect life.

Root said to Bruce: "His body is too weak now, and the strengthening agent can restore part of his physical strength as a breakpoint agent." He showed a greasy smile: "This stimulation is enough to support him through production."

Bruce looked at him for two seconds, "And then."

There was the crazy and eager light in Roth's eyes: "Then I will inject him with my latest results." He grinned, and a "hissing" horrible breath came out of his throat Yin: "That will completely eliminate the impact of the original breakpoint operation." He winked at Bruce, showing a self-confident expression, and said: "At that time, you will have a brand new, pure omega .”

Bruce looked still cold, and he asked, "What's the price?"

Roth raised his chin, and he hypocritically said: "Sure enough, the senior officers of the special task force are always cautious." He continued: "Everything has a price, let alone such a wonderful scientific research, the experimental body Of course you have to take some risks.”

Bruce was expressionless, but Dr. Banner, who was beside him in a daze, could clearly see the tight jaw of the dark-haired man.He accidentally met Bruce's gaze, and the coldness and sharpness in those brown eyes almost made him shiver.

"I just need to know what's going to happen to him, Rot."

Rotor laughed inexplicably.He could naturally see the change in Bruce's eyes.Some human beings are clearly terrified to death, but on the surface they pretend to be tough and calm.He said slowly: "I'm just not sure if you can afford such a price." The beta man said: "The new type of medicine will completely eliminate the barrier caused by the operation in the breakpoint plan on your omega brain, he The characteristics of being an omega will be fully awakened—including those he suppressed before."

"You know what happens when a long-term borrower suddenly loses his credit guarantee." Roth said with a smile, "It's the same with him. The breakpoint plan overdraws not only physical strength, but also the body. After the stimulation of the consolidation agent, he You will fall into a coma, and your body will be extremely weak. In other words, if you wake up, you will live, and if you fall asleep, you will die."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and said, "You can give the medicine to Dr. Banner."

The doctor standing aside reluctantly beckoned Rot to go with him to get the medicine dispensed.

Bruce stood in the corridor, he squeezed his fingers, suddenly feeling dazed.

The truth is, he doesn't know if this is a price he can afford.

delivery room.

Randall squinted his eyes, the pain made him struggle to stay awake, and the shadowless lamp above his head illuminated bursts of golden stars in front of his eyes.The pain in the abdomen became tighter and tighter, and the throbbing pain had already disturbed his nerves.He heard the people next to him walking back and forth quickly, some metal instruments fell on the tray and made clanking sounds, the voices of people talking were like whispers, vague and loud, and intermittent words and sentences floated into his ears, but his brain seemed to be very busy. It's hard to understand what they mean.

"Prodromal labor...to continue...call Dr. Banner..."

"Uh..." Randall tried to maintain his oxygen supply by taking a deep breath, but the sudden intense pain made him tremble like a raging tide.A muffled grunt escaped from his mouth.The blond man gripped the sheet under him tightly, feeling his fingers trembling.

damn it.

There are doctors coming out of the delivery room. "He has prodromal symptoms of childbirth. The fetal position is not very good, and the labor pain may last more than ten hours. You can go in and accompany him."

Bruce didn't know what to say when he saw his omega's sweat-soaked blond hair.He has seen his agents injured, bleeding, and even dying too many times. He has also been nervous, afraid, or secretly praying in his heart, but he has never experienced such vivid pain and joy.Yes.His lover, this blond-haired omega, all their fates have been tied together, his face is pale with sweat from the pain, but the life in his body belongs to them.

Bruce walked over slowly.

Randall, who was dazed by the pain, didn't really lose consciousness. His eyes were still open, and his blue pupils were slightly dilated. Bruce bent his body, and he looked at the dazzling halo in those blue eyes.

"Sir..."

Bruce froze.He ran his hand slowly over the sweat-soaked blond hair on Randall's forehead, and said, "Here I am."

Randall blinked slowly, as if he had just realized that he had used a title that hadn't come out of his mouth for a long time.The blond man's smile was a little weak, and he tried to create a teasing effect in his tone: "I thought it was an illusion. Don't think I will bow to you like I did when I was damned working in the CIA, Bruce."

Bruce smiled, and sat down next to Randall, staring at his omega. "You never bowed your head and bowed your head at that time." He looked at Randall's chest heaving because of his rapid breathing, and said, "You always like to provoke me, Agent James." He smiled and looked at Randall , "Maybe I'm being too harsh on you."

It is rare for a senior officer of the special service to use such a surname with a job title, and it usually represents his anger.And now Randall was convinced in the pain that he heard some kind of toothache pampering.

It was as if all the indifference and rejection of the dark-haired man in those days was just because he couldn't show such majestic softness in front of Randall.

Randall blinked, pretending his blue eyes were filled with fluid from pain.

Bruce smiled inclusively. He reached out and broke Randall's hand that was tightly clutching the bed sheet, and then held it in his own.

"You can call me sir, or Bruce, whatever you like." Bruce said, "You are my ace, my connector, my lover. Agent Randall James."

Randall squeezed Bruce's hand.His pain didn't fail, and the feeling that his abdomen was full and almost torn was still tormenting his nerves, but Randall found that he had the time to feel nostalgic for the little heat in Bruce's palm.The place where their skin touches is warm and real.Randall looked at his high and swollen abdomen with some difficulty. He knew that there was a life there that would appear like a miracle, and his two fathers would be beside him, palms overlapped.

The night outside was dark, the darkness thickest just before dawn.

Dr. Banner came back from the dispensary, followed by Rot. The beta man was not allowed to enter the delivery room. He stood outside, looking at the blurry figure inside through the opaque glass on the door, showing a distorted, expectant smile.

Bruce watched the sweat roll off the blond man's full, smooth forehead and slide down his neck in the hospital gown, his lover's breath was next to him, so close that he could feel the heat and dampness. The smell of omega gradually became stronger in the air, and Bruce found that he didn't have the crazy desire of alpha.Only Randall was left in his eyes, which had nothing to do with physical lust, but only pure to soft emotions.It is already in his nature to love this person.

And then he heard his agent's soft, slightly nasal pleading for the first time.

Randall said, "Stay here, Bruce."

The pain didn't seem to change Randall's stubbornness, even though the knuckles of Bruce's hand were turning white, he was unwilling to make a sound. This omega's beautiful lips were full of blood marks from his own bites.The doctors and nurses in the room could almost hear the gnashing of teeth of the blond man.

Bruce nodded to Dr. Banner.

Banner said in a serious tone, "Mr. Randall, what I'm injecting you with... is a new type of medicine." He pondered for a long time, but he didn't know how to describe the injection in his hand—the one that came out halfway, The so-called "reinforcement agent" provided by the "personal doctor" who seems to have malicious intentions.He continued: "Your body may have some adverse reactions to the medicine after a long period of weakness, but it will help you give birth smoothly."

Randall nodded, and he said hoarsely: "Don't talk nonsense."

The shiny needle stuck into the infusion set.Randall watched the liquid fall drop by drop, which seemed to reflect a dazzling light under the light.He imagined that the liquid flowed into his blood vessels along the infusion tube, and then rushed through his body and returned to his heart, hoping to relieve the pain.

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

There seemed to be less pain on his agent's face, and he looked a little dazed.The pupils of the blue eyes are somewhat dilated.Then in the next second, Randall almost trembled violently all over his body, he squeezed Bruce's hand tightly, and turned his face almost with difficulty.

"Is it...consolidating... potion?"

Randall is all too familiar with this feeling, this addiction he has quit for a long time. He feels that the power seems to flow in his body again, and the fatigue and weakness caused by the pain are slowly dissipating.He is regaining his strength.

But Randall has always known that such power has a price to pay, such as his dependence on this potion rather than drugs, such as his rapidly weakened body after stopping using the strengthening potion for their children.

Bruce shook Randall's hand back, and this time he saw the fear clearly in the blond agent's eyes.

"You'll be fine," Bruce said, and he repeated, "You'll be fine."

Gritting his teeth, Randall looked up at Banner. "Then what."

Banner didn't speak, he turned to gesture to the anesthesiologist.Randall sneered, watching the white coat inject the anesthetic into his body.The pain of the blond man seemed to be greatly relieved after the injection of the reinforcement agent. Although his face was still frighteningly pale, at least he could speak coherently, and his spirit seemed to be better.

"That won't work," Randall said, shaking his head. "The narcotics won't work."

The strengthening agent worked in his blood, and the man's blue eyes faded from the initial shock and trance, and became sharp again. "That stuff is like a stimulant to me," he whispered.

The anesthesiologist looked at his watch, and the anesthetic really didn't work. The blond man was still staring at him provocatively, showing no sign of falling asleep.Beads of sweat fell from the head of the white coat.He was sweating profusely as he prepared to increase the dose of anesthetic.

Bruce finally broke the silence: "No more injections."

The dark-haired man squeezed Randall's hand, and he looked directly into those blue sea-like eyes. "Let's get that little guy out."

A smile flitted across Randall's lips.The madness flowing in the blood defeated the weakness at that moment, and the blond man's eyes shone with a frightening light.

Dr. Banner was unaware of what his patient had just said to him, although his sound hearing allowed him to take in the words.

"Just cut me open and let this child out."