On the quality improvement of Omega agents

"You are not allowed to play with guns for your son, before he has learned to speak!"

Randall shrank his neck, squatting in front of the baby's crib, and took a cautious look at Bruce.The dark-haired man looked ugly.

——Their chubby eldest son is holding an M9 pistol, sleeping very soundly.The black and glowing gun was wrapped around the thin white arm, which looked frightening.

Randall smiled guiltyly in the face of Bruce's silent anger, and then tried to make his tone straight: "It's necessary to start cultivating Steve's interest earlier."

Bruce glanced sideways at the blond man and sneered, "What interest?"

Randall choked for a moment, and quickly thought of a reason: "The son inherits the father's business!"

Bruce snorted, "Which father?" The dark-haired man's face was still terribly expressionless, but there was a little mocking slyness in his brown eyes.

The blond man's arrogance finally stopped. He sat down on the ground and muttered: "Okay, I know he is an alpha, Steve will become like you." Randall looked up at his lover.

Bruce finally sighed.God, he couldn't stand the guy's blue eyes that were so wronged and glowing.

"Don't sit on the ground, it's too cold."

Randall grinned.

"Then will you pick me up?" He asked with a cheeky look of expectation.

His lover answered him with practical actions.

The blond man was overwhelmed by an overly gentle kiss, his legs were limp, and Bruce controlled everything, "Your eyes must be in line with the crosshairs...Okay...Now, flip the safety..."

"Randall James! We talked about it!"

The blond man shrank his neck.He let go of his son's arm and turned to see Bruce standing in the doorway of the shooting room.A sneer appeared on the blond man's face. He looked at the anger on his lover's face and tried to look innocent.Randall had just put headphones on little Steve's head for sound isolation when shooting. Their six-year-old son didn't know what was going on, and he still tried his best to keep his eyes on the target paper, holding the paper with his two little hands. It was a miniature pistol, but it still trembled a little.

Bruce snorted coldly, and strode in, "I said, don't play with guns for him!"

Randall quibbled: "You're talking about when you couldn't speak, but now little Steve can speak."

Bruce was expressionless.

"Daddy?"

Steve finally realized the tension between the two fathers, and he turned around. ——The muzzle of the gun in his hand swiped directly.

Both Bruce and Randall reacted quickly, and quickly lowered their bodies to pass the black muzzle of their son's hand. This time, Bruce's face was really livid.He removes the earmuffs from Steve's head, and tries to keep his voice from being less angry.

"Go back to your room, Steve."

The little boy shrank his neck, his blue eyes cautiously went back and forth between the two fathers, and then walked away quietly.

Bruce turned back furiously, and his blond mate was looking at him sternly with his arms crossed.This time Randall is not going to compromise.

Then Randall James, the legal partner and lover of CIA Deputy Director Bruce Stewart, ran away from home.

After using the privileges of the CIA once again to determine someone's location, Bruce stared blankly at the red dot displayed in the bakery two streets away, and managed to get Garcia to make a sound with his X-ray-like gaze. The laugh was stuck in his throat.

Steve, now able to go to and from school by himself, walked toward Oak Street with his schoolbag on his back, thinking about yesterday.Daddy and Dad seem to be mad at him for learning how to shoot.The little guy frowned all the way, - his dad didn't even have breakfast with daddy this morning. Daddy said that Randall had a childish temper, although Steve didn't understand this description-hasn't Randall's father always acted like a child?

A man has been following behind Steve, indifferent.The little boy observed twice through the window of the roadside shop, and the man seemed to be really following him!

Oak Street is a very quiet neighborhood, little Steve had no other choice, he walked towards his family's house.If Randall is not there, the only way to notify daddy is through the alarm device installed at home.

He was getting closer and closer to the house, and the man who followed him followed closely.Cold metal stuck to the back.Little Steve shuddered in fear.He didn't look back.A deep male voice told him to go over and knock on the door as usual.

The boy swallowed nervously, trying to keep his composure, and knocked on the door.The man who threatened him at gunpoint was hiding in the hallway to one side of the door.Steve could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"Warn the people in the house and you're dead, boy." The man's hoarse voice got into Steve's ears like a poisonous snake.

There are people in the house.It was Randall's father's lazy voice, "Steve?" Steve's nose sore.Randall's voice almost put him at ease for an instant.It seems that all dangers can no longer cause harm to oneself.

The boy heard a tapping sound coming, and then the door opened.

Randall held an ice cream that "used to be" huge in his mouth, glanced at his son, and hurried through the open door, as if there was something very attractive to him in the inner room. "Come in, there's a lot of ice cream and cakes, we have to destroy them all before your daddy finds out."

Steve really doesn't know how to describe his mood now-maybe this is how Daddy feels every time he finds out that Randall has done something that completely runs counter to his meaning.How much he wanted to warn Randall that there was already a robber trying to hide on the porch of their house, holding a gun to his back.But his dear father just walked by without looking at him!Little Steve felt like crying again.

"Why don't you come in, the ice cream is melting, Steve?!" Randall yelled from the side of the living room.The open door completely conceals him, and Steve has no idea what corner his blond dad is working on melting dessert.

The robber came out of the porch and was behind him.

Steve heard Randall's footsteps approaching the door again. "Little guy, what are you doing standing at the door?" Steve gritted his teeth, and he shouted in his heart - don't come over, Dad, he has a gun!

The robber behind him let out a deep sneer because of this careless father.

Steve's eyes widened in the next second, and he watched Randall suddenly appear in view, the gun already loaded.

"Dad, he's a bad guy!"

Randall smiled, and he raised his jaw at the man behind Steve, "Let the child go."

The man was a little panicked, but he still didn't intend to surrender. He was full of threats: "You have a gun, and I have a gun. Besides, I still have your son in my hand."

Randall sighed, and said in a very sincere tone: "Your gun is not as fast as mine."

Steve watched the blond man show him his usual mischievous smile, his blue eyes sparkled, and the boy suddenly felt that the already frozen blood suddenly started to flow faster.He trusts dad.

The robber moved his finger on the trigger, and lowered his voice to try to appear more intimidating. "Want me not to hurt your child, put down the gun!"

Randall blinked, and he looked at the man who was getting emotional, and the muzzle of the other's brandishing gun brushed against Steve's head several times.The blond man narrowed his eyes dangerously.He was still kind to Steve: "Randall wants to teach you something, today." He deepened his smile, "If a bad guy wants to hurt someone you care about, then he can only become a dead man."

Before Steve seemed to get it, the gun had already gone off.

"boom!"

Almost at the same moment, he felt a hand grabbing his arm like iron pliers and pulling it in the other direction, with such force that Steve didn't have time to react.Then a warm embrace wraps around.Randall's voice was right next to his ear, "Don't look back."

The smell of blood slowly permeated the room, and Steve's little face turned pale.

The bullet was accurately nailed between the criminal's forehead, and the tall man made a heavy muffled sound when he fell down.

Steve buried his face in Randall's arms, he could almost hear his father's violent heartbeat, but the blond man's voice still maintained its usual tone.

"The ice cream has probably melted, but there are still two cakes."

Steve let out a muffled sob.

The blond man hesitated for a moment, and finally put his hand gently on the top of the little boy's head, stroking his son's soft black hair. "It's okay, I'm here."

Steve hugged him tightly.

After eating two pieces of cake, Steve's face was finally not as pale as before.Randall offered the boy a cup of hot chocolate.The little boy looked up at him.

"Daddy said that if I eat like you again, I will get diabetes." Steve tilted his head thoughtfully, and then asked, "What is diabetes?"

Randall laughed.

Steve watched as his blond-haired dad collapsed in his chair laughing like a child.he thought young and old.The little boy sipped his hot chocolate, feeling the strength return to his body.He saw the swarthy pistol pinned to the back of Randall's baggy jeans like some ordinary toy.The man at the door, the bad man,—is he supposed to be a dead man now?

Steve suddenly asked, "Is this your game, Dad?" He only called Randall "dad" when he was serious.The blond man is like a big kid, and this is big kid's play.

Randall looked at the precocious kid.He smiled: "Yes and no."

Shooting and killing has become instinctive, dealing with danger is my game.But because of you, because your life is different from thousands of lives to me.The scene just now is my fear and my responsibility.

The blond man messed up Steve's black hair thoroughly, and said, "Because protecting the one you love is the mission of an older child."

Bruce arrived at the door in 5 minutes, and little Steve felt that he was too scared today to see a helicopter rumbling from the sky and parked at his door.People from the special task force "cleaned up" the body at the door, before 911 arrived.Bruce, on the other hand, literally stepped through the blood in front of the door into the living room.Announced to two guys, big and small, who had a face full of cake crumbs, that he would take a week of complete vacation.

After the dark-haired man inspected the five bullet holes squarely in the center of the target paper, little Steve was given the go-ahead to enjoy a piece of chocolate cake.

And Randall gets a kiss that's even sweeter than that.

The author has something to say: I love Randall like this at the end of the writing (?﹃?)

This time it's really over XD, is it sweet enough, huh?Goblins!Thank you for accompanying the protagonist all the way to the end, I love you all.

Put the address of the new article, if there is a girl who reads romance, you can go and have a look XD

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