On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Another leisurely morning with nothing to do.Randall was flipping through the novel in his hand, and his headaches seemed less frequent and severe these two days, as long as he didn't look into the eyes of that beautiful girl named Amanda and imagine them as his own chief's. just fine.

Standing in the shadow cast by the second-floor room, Bruce looked down, the man's blond hair as easy to spot as a striking target.His agent is sitting comically but comfortably on an arm-strength machine, stretching lazily like a big cat that doesn't get enough sun and is disgruntled by it.

Feline vigilance is never to be underestimated, and Bruce appreciates that.

Randall felt the gaze from the second floor when he stretched his waist halfway, but because stopping a lazy waist halfway is equivalent to the pain of being held back after a sneeze, the blond man decided to complete this very calmly. Action followed by reaction.He didn't look up, but simply stood up and said loudly, "Attention everyone!"

The eight rookie agents stopped at the same time.After the last noise of the treadmill disappeared, they came. The "training officer" who hadn't taught anything for four days said with a smile on his face, "Today, our training subject is shooting." The blond agent made a simple gesture and said, " Anything you want to learn about shooting from me, just ask." He seemed in high spirits, full of enthusiasm for "teaching".Apparently the few newcomers haven't gotten used to this sudden new style, and they seem a little dazed.

Randall "encouraged" him "patiently" and said: "Any questions." He turned his eyes and said, "Maybe you can train first, and I will give guidance based on everyone's actual situation."

Several newcomers dispersed.The blond man pressed a button at hand, and some metal partitions on the training ground slowly rose up, and the suspended beams in the distance were almost instantly transformed into movable target paper mounts, and the entire training ground became a miniature shooting range.The blond man strolled around behind the couple, his eyes scanning their every move.

"Oh, far from arm stability, big man."

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"Miss, who did you learn how to shoot from? I guess your teacher doesn't happen to be blind?"

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"A rookie is always a rookie, even if you started practicing aiming in kindergarten, didn't you?"

The man who has always been leisurely and leisurely seems to have opened his poisonous tongue mode overnight, and the venom is sprayed out one by one, "watering" the newcomers with love.He teased the newcomers openly, without any intention of hiding his provocation.

"So, do you have any questions for me?"

Finally someone couldn't help it anymore: "Sir!" The young man said loudly: "Report, if you can pick out so many mistakes, I ask you to demonstrate it yourself."

Randall's childish face was teachable, and he walked over with a smile: "Okay." He always likes such dramatic effects.

The blond man took his Lolock from the rookie, and unloaded the bullet casually.He weighed the bullets in his hand, listening to the fine metal sound of them colliding with each other.He said: "Looking good."

Randall will slowly reload the magazine, the rookies' eyes are focused, and the blond man smiles lightly.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Raising his hand to shoot the next second, Randall moved very quickly, and the muzzle flame erupted in beautiful colors the moment the bullet was fired, and most people had not had time to react.The blond agent smiled and put down the pistol. He snapped his fingers, and the target paper in the distance was slowly teleported.

Except for the hum of the robotic arm moving, the arena was silent.

Amanda blinked slowly.The aura erupting from the man's body at that moment just now was almost materialized, galloping fiercely, as if it could cut the skin on a person's cheek.Randall raised his hand to fire the bullet. Several movements were connected seamlessly. In a few seconds, the bullets had already poured out.He is still brilliant, but with a danger that cannot be ignored.No one can deny that the blond man was dazzling enough at that moment.

Randall seemed to glance at the second floor inadvertently, and when Amanda reacted, that look had disappeared.The blond man returned to his playful and lazy look, as if the agent who was full of murderous intent just now no longer existed, and the slightly smug and provocative eyes just now that almost no one noticed were also gone. Traces can be found.For the nth time, Amanda felt that she might just be hallucinating.

The man hidden in the shadows on the second floor smiled softly.His agents know too well how to make him look his best, even in obvious gimmicks.There is a danger of being too flamboyant about this blond man, like the brilliant fur of a cheetah, who has always exuded this damn charm unscrupulously, and does not mind the fear and defense of others.

Some animals are naturally carnivorous and bloodthirsty. You can't expect him to be so beautiful after hiding his ferocious nature and sharp teeth and claws.Bruce was aware of this fact, and Randall was sure his superiors did.

The newcomer who just asked the question seemed to have nothing to say at this time. He controlled his emotions very well, and did not let shame and excitement rush to his cheeks at the same time.

"Sir, it was so cool just now."

Randall showed a smile, not caring about the somewhat casual wording of the other party's excitement.He blinked at the rookies and said, "Train hard, brother." He glanced up, and the "audience" on the second floor had already left.

So the eight rookies watched helplessly as the trainer, who had just stunned the audience with his sharp shot, turned around and shuffled away, leaving the recruits he had just inspired on the spot, leaving only behind the man There was a creaking sound of the automatically closing door of the training hall, and a group of petrified young agents.

Bruce "coincidentally" ran into a newcomer instructor who had just completed a shooting demonstration at the door of his office.

"Hello, Mr. James." The dark-haired man greeted in a flat tone.

But apparently his agents didn't "stop by" just to say "hello".Randall grinned and bared his teeth: "Did you like the shooting performance downstairs just now, sir?"

Bruce glanced at him lightly, and said, "You have good marksmanship, Mr. James, it's not your fault to show off this."

Randall laughed softly but wantonly.He looked at the tall, somewhat thin man in front of him, and his brand new, dark woolen coat, and slowly said: "I'm just glad to see you, sir, and by the way, I'm sorry for you being there these days. The shit place makes up for the lack of entertainment," he brazenly cracks a dirty joke, blinking innocently, pretending to be oblivious to a certain chill emanating from Bruce.

"Anyway, welcome back, sir."