On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Promise to everyone's sweet episode ~ five times Randall left without saying goodbye, once he didn't

1.【Betrayal】

Randall betrayed Bruce.

Bruce began to hate the feeling of inhibitors rushing through his veins, which made him feel cold and cold.He blamed it on the disappearance of the blond man.

But he knew exactly what the markings were about.If the little leopard hadn't approached him recklessly, why would there be such a warm feeling in his chest when he thought of that name?

All defected agents are to be "cleaned", and Breakpoint Three is no exception.Bruce casually dispatched his best killer team, and then watched the little red dot on the screen representing the agent being chased by a large group of special agent killers, he thought, this is the price you pay for angering me, agent.It never even occurred to Bruce that the group of killers would actually threaten Randall.He didn't explore why he had such confidence.

That's his.No one can get their hands on it.

Bruce ended up going to Russia.He knows Randall's ability to survive, and he also knows how sloppy that guy can live under vigilance.If Randall fell into the hands of the Russian military, the consequences would be disastrous, and Bruce immediately used this reason to convince himself.When he saw the rifle and grenade in Agent Yi's refrigerator, he silently praised his judgment in his heart.

The senior CIA officers knew he had won when the bullet landed in his shoulder.His little leopard gave up the best time to escape, dead shirt scrambled to stop his bleeding, and then reluctantly "taken" him in his temporary residence for one night.

He tamed the beast, using his own flesh and blood, and maybe something else, something he didn't even know he had.He remains wild, carnivorous and bloodthirsty, and never restrains his excessively arrogant fangs and claws.

But Randall wouldn't leave him.

They are both burdened with sins, and they both used to regard emotion as a burden, but they survived on the negligible heat of each other.Bruce often thinks, if it weren't for Randall James, without the crazy recklessness in that guy's character, he wouldn't be in this situation-he leaves work on time every day, picks up his son from kindergarten, and commentates on baseball games at night Read the confidential documents that were not read during the day in the voice, and there is a dishwasher in the kitchen that does not need to be plugged in.This is not the ending he arranged for himself in his imagination.

Everything should be as it should be with Bruce.He has given everything to this cause and this country, and there should be no more things to disturb his mind.Except Randall.

His agent is the variable, the cause of all instability.He broke the established ending, the cold, tragic ending of a person with only dry merits and unspeakable crimes engraved line by line on the stone tombstone.

Before Bruce reacted, Randall James seemed indispensable.

Then he almost lost the man.

Then they become real partners and live together, for a long time.

Bruce thought it even sounded like an idealistic fairy tale.

The only thing that makes it real is that Bruce has discovered something new and even more irritating about himself after the mission was messed up and his subordinates were killed or killed.

He, my, partner, partner, leave without saying goodbye.

2.【Punishment】

Randall disappeared.

Life was business as usual, except for the daunting low pressure surrounding the CIA's top executives for the first few days.

"Daddy, where's daddy?" Steve finally asked when Bruce picked him up from kindergarten for the third time.

The little boy followed Bruce with his schoolbag on his back, and had to move his short legs faster to keep up with daddy.Steve has long been used to daddy's "coldness". Miss Susan of the kindergarten said that this is called "strict father's love".

——but he still misses Randall.

The black-haired daddy said that he could only have one daddy, so he had to call the blond-haired daddy, but the blond-haired one said, if that's the case, it's better to call him by his first name.So he called the other dad Randall.Randall is always giggling, and they have similar eyes, and Steve loves the way Randall's eyes shine when he's playing pranks.It made him feel as if his heart was flying with the golden-haired Randall's flying smile.

Well, but Steve wouldn't dare to play pranks like swapping the papers in Bruce Daddy's briefcase for two comic books, or drawing Mickey Mouse in invisible ink on Bruce Daddy's tie so that the mouse would be in the conference room The lights went out and the slide came back on perfectly on the CIA Deputy Director's chest.

——After all, Daddy is not as "tolerant" to him as he is to Randall's father, although every time Randall's father wants to get Daddy's forgiveness, he has to pay the price of being unable to get up in bed the next day .Steve guessed that his blond-haired dad was spanked at night, and sometimes he could hear Randall's dad being particularly aggrieved, as if he was about to cry, telling him to "lighten up".

Bruce couldn't resist little Steve's innocent eyes.Of course, as a senior CIA officer, he couldn't let this little bastard with eyes like his blond-headed daddy find out.

The man said flatly, "Your father has gone to work."

Some blond-haired blue-eyed bastard disappeared the day after Bruce knew where he was.After all, the CIA's monitoring and detection equipment is not for kidding.Randall is restless, and his little leopard will never be able to stay in the cage honestly.This is a private run out to sharpen their claws——Bruce looked at the logo of a terrorist organization hidden in the desert area displayed on Randall's position, sighed, and called to arrange backup.

Steve rattled behind Daddy and got into the car, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

——Papa Randall, come back quickly!

Randall returned two weeks later.

Little Steve showed a big smile as soon as he entered the door. Bruce looked at the flash of light in the child's father-like eyes, and casually thought, if it wasn't for his always majestic "daddy" still following behind, Steve I'm afraid my husband is about to scream and throw himself into the man's arms.

Randall James was sitting carelessly on the sofa in the living room, stepping on the carpet with his bare feet, clattering the sand in his boots with one hand on the edge of the table.His skin was tanned by the African sun, and he looked thinner, but he was full of energy.The sun that was about to set outside shone in and shone on his sand-blonde hair, showing a color like honey.He looked up and grinned at Bruce.

"Hey, I'm back."

Bruce stood at the door without saying a word.His Steve looked up at him, running towards Randall a second after Bruce let go of his jaw.

"Randall, you are back!"

The blond man smiled and stretched out his arms, lifting the dark-haired, blue-eyed little guy high up. "Boy, miss me?"

Steve blinked his eyes and let out a muffled snort.

The corner of Randall's mouth twitched, he stood up and threw the little guy up, and the child's exclamation made him laugh even louder.Bruce took off his suit jacket and went into the kitchen.

Dinner was big, and Randall devoured his third steak in a whirlwind.He licked the already shiny silver fork and smiled meaningfully at Bruce.

"Delicious, sir."

The man's blue eyes sparkled under the light, and his voice was a little hoarse.Bruce's pupils shrank.He simply reached out and removed the fork Randall was holding, forbidding him to violate the rules with those shiny metals and overly soft tongues.The dark-haired man glanced at his drowsy son who was full after eating, and said in a low voice, "Correct your problem of being in heat as soon as you step out of the battlefield, Mr. Randall."

Randall laughed, he licked the remaining soup around his mouth, blinked at Steve, who was inexplicably awakened from his doze, and then said to Bruce, "Don't you dare say that you don't like me calling you sir? "

Bruce was expressionless.Randall and him looked at each other provocatively for a while, then shrunk their necks, lowered their heads to concentrate on picking up the remaining spaghetti on the other plate.

Bruce turned to Steve and said, "Go to bed." His voice was gentle.

Steve knew when to be wild and when to be strict with Daddy's rules.The little dark-haired boy followed table manners and left early like a true gentleman.Steve's sensitive ears picked up daddy's voice as he climbed the last step to the bedroom.

"I think we need an in-depth conversation, Mr. Randall."

Daddy's voice didn't even have an ups and downs, it sounded horrible.Maybe today, Steve thought, Papa Randall was going to get punished again for going to work without saying hello.

At night, when Steve woke up from his sleep, he heard the voice next door in a daze. Randall's voice sounded tired and hurt, but he was very happy. ——Oh, Randall's dad is begging daddy for mercy now!Steve sighs in a particularly old fashioned way—how could he never learn his lesson.

but……

Before falling asleep again, Steve thought, Bruce daddy is not angry, otherwise, why did he see the expression on daddy's face when he saw Randall's dad in the living room, like a smile that was about to melt away? ?