On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Randall passed out 42 minutes later.The room was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant, and the sound of metal instruments falling on the tray seemed to be knocking on people's hearts one after another.

Bruce is standing outside the delivery room, and Rot has been taken away.The dark-haired man stared expressionlessly at the frosted glass on the door, as if he could actually see his lover and the soon-to-be-born child through the blurred lines.

The senior officer of the special task force put his hands in his pockets and tightened them tightly.

The time is as long as frozen.

The crying sound woke Bruce up from his thoughts. The sound came from the delivery room, and the intelligence chief, who had always been as calm as a mountain, couldn't help but tremble all over his body.It was as if he was about to face his greatest fears and nightmares in his life, or, almost unreal ecstasy and new and unfamiliar emotions.

Dr. Banner opened the door and came out, followed by a nurse.Bruce stood where he was, and after a pause, he took the small package from the little girl who seemed accustomed to this scene.

This is his child, Bruce Stewart and Randall James' child.

The dark-haired man stared at the wrinkled, wrinkled, uninviting red-skinned child who was moving restlessly and crying.Hair is black.Bruce stared at the fresh life in his hand, and the little nurse's words "You are a naughty little boy, congratulations on becoming a father." It seemed that it was just a background sound effect.

Bruce looked up after two seconds.

"What about him?" he asked.

Dr. Banner hesitated for a moment. He stood where he was and motioned for the nurse to leave first.

"Sir, your partner's situation may not be optimistic..."

Banner said cautiously.He could feel how important this man who was misunderstood by him for abusing Omega just now valued his partner.He observed Bruce's expression, and continued: "He is completely unresponsive to external stimuli now, but due to the bite of that personal doctor... his body functions are basically normal."

Bruce nodded.The man's voice was low, "I see. Thank you."

His omega fell into a deep sleep.

Bruce stood on the edge of the hospital bed, looking at the blond man lying there with his little boy.His unspoken love, the other father of his children.Tired of crying, the newborn baby lay softly in Bruce's arms, its little head still moving restlessly in its swaddling position.He is a healthy boy.

"If you wake up, you will live, if you don't wake up, you will die." Rotor had already explained the price, and Bruce narrowed his brown eyes.For a moment, he knew where his self-confidence came from, and he was sure that he, an adrenaline-addicted lover who liked to risk his life, would choose to fight all the things he lost for whatever he really got. The pain of strength and the dullness of life.

Bruce knew that even if his little leopard woke up, it would not have the usual sharp teeth.He'd lose all the power that made him feel powerful, all the games that made him feel truly "alive," all his stubborn pride.Bruce knows what Randall is like. His little leopard has always liked to chase those seemingly impossible goals and divert attention after he got them.And he, Bruce Stewart, had to admit, probably one of those targets.At least initially.

But Randall said he loved him.

Randall James was a joker, but Bruce knew he was being honest at the time.

The black-haired man gently placed the baby on the hospital bed. The little boy didn't know how to control his body, and slowly leaned his wrinkled face against the arm of the person next to him, as if he could feel the warmth somewhere .Randall lay there without a sound, and Bruce watched the blond agent cling to the child's arm. He had lost a lot of weight, but his muscles were still firm, and the deep and shallow scars were still real, as if this man had survived the hail of bullets all the way. Walking out, the next moment you can open your eyes and swear that this little brat is really troublesome Bruce, you can't put him on my arm.

Bruce sat by the bed for a long time. He watched the baby slowly fall into a sound sleep, reached out his hand and gently touched Randall's pale cheek, and then motioned for the nurse to take the baby away.The dark-haired man gave Randall one last look, stood up and left.

Garcia was already waiting outside the hospital. The female soldier saw her officer approaching from a distance. The man in a black coat walked fast, with a calm expression on his face, and there was no sign of abnormality.

"What about Rott?" asked the female soldier.

Bruce got into the car and motioned for Garcia to drive, his calm voice revealing his usual coldness. "Immediate execution."

Garcia was not surprised by such an order. While driving, she conveyed the meaning of the officer to the agents who had already been waiting through the communicator.Garcia ended the communication and subconsciously glanced at Bruce through the rearview mirror.The black-haired officer was sitting on the back seat of the car, with one hand propped on his knee, his eyes looking out of the window, as if he was thinking about something, but his back was straight and straight, as if completely ignoring the comfortable leather backrest behind him.Garcia could tell through the black-haired man's tight jaw and the slightly drooping fine lines at the corners of his mouth that the things her chief was thinking about would definitely make many people "unhappy".

She dared not ask how Randall was doing.

The blonde agent was placed in the intensive care unit of this private hospital, and Garcia did not know the specific physical condition of the other party.Such news is undoubtedly top-secret. No one knows the identity of the blond man lying in the ICU in a sleeping state. The hospital doesn't even know where the remittance for medical expenses comes from.But obviously Bruce didn't mean to visit.

Three months.

Bruce Stewart became the youngest deputy director in CIA history.The black-haired man stood by the side of the microphone with a cold expression, waiting for the director's introduction.

"Next, let's invite our protagonist today, Bruce Stewart." The old director took a step back, with a smile on his face as he applauded.People in their line of work are good at disguising, disguising smiles, disguising goodwill, disguising sincerity.But those on the strong side don't need it.

The black-haired man raised his chin slightly, then smiled modestly, and walked up.Mike let out some gasps, and the man's brown eyes glanced at the top of the CIA below, and his tone was mild.His inaugural speech was short, and after saying some extraordinarily official phrases, the dark-haired man walked off the stage with a somewhat indifferent smile.

Bruce was seated in the first row. The man was tall and straight, leaning slightly against the back of the chair, with a sideways face responding to the senior staff officer next to him, with a firm profile.He looked casual and relaxed, but out of thin air, he brought out an aura of strife.Just like no one will not look up in front of the majestic mountains of the country.When Garcia, who was standing at the door, turned her head, she saw such a picture.

Garcia watched Bruce talking calmly with the people next to him, a little fascinated.She has been by Bruce's side for a long time, knowing that this man's chest is full of ups and downs, knowing that he is strong and wise, but also knowing how cautious her chief is.He never takes a risk without being [-]% sure.Behind every seemingly crazy move of this man is a scheming man who has been planning for a long time.During these three months, Garcia watched Bruce eliminate dissidents and sweep away the enemies step by step, and almost put all his energy on intelligence work into the internal struggles of the CIA.

Just for this day.

Some people are naturally drawn to power, and others have an irrepressible ambition to control, but Garcia knew Bruce was neither.This man always has his reasons for doing things, whether it's to make himself stronger to join the Marine Corps, or to join the CIA for this country, or to climb all the way to the pinnacle of power for someone.

People in power can always make many things they want come true silently.For example, the existence of the breakpoint project that was wiped out without a trace, for example, the crazy beta researcher who claimed to have made a deal with the senior executive of the CIA disappeared overnight, for example, there was once an outstanding test subject with blond hair And the files of the agents were all wiped out.

Randall James never seemed to have existed in the Task Force.It was like Bruce Stewart had never handed a soft blanket and a few fruit jelly to the blond man outside the glass ball cage in a dark room in the special mission.

But what Garcia hadn't been able to figure out was why Bruce never visited the man in the hospital.Both she and the officer knew that the man was obviously lying in a certain ward there, as if asleep.But Bruce didn't say anything, and Garcia didn't dare to ask.It's like she obeyed the first order of the deputy director of the CIA without saying a word, commanded a large group of agents to clean up all the ventilation ducts in the task force, and then replaced the bourbon in the cabinet of the chief's office with vodka.