On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Prague, Czech Republic.

The rare rain made the stone pavement in the alley wet, and the red blood color slowly blew away.The woman fumbled out a small glass bottle from the corpse, and inside it was an inconspicuous scroll.Old school espionage.Satisfied with the information, the woman straightened up, and she stepped over the body of the strong man lying on the ground, and her red high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound on the stone road.

"Oh, during my absence, did you miss me?" The woman's voice was like a gorgeous and soft silk, she asked.

The room in the small hotel was dimly lit, and the man standing by the door snorted softly, "I don't think it's necessary."

Bruce Stewart was still young, and there was a faint smile in his brown eyes, not quite real, but relaxed.

The woman walked into the room twisting her waist, trying to be a different person the moment Bruce closed the door.She took off the holster hidden on her thigh, and complained: "You have to dress like this on a rainy day and go out to deal with that pervert, Bruce, you never know how to be considerate of your partner. I really don't know what the bureau thinks, Pull you out of the academy to be a front-line agent."

The black-haired man bent his lips: "After all, you are more in line with his taste, Ruth." He said lightly: "I have already dealt with the others, our plane tomorrow." He paused and said: "You are my friend." My first partner, maybe I still need to learn at this point."

The woman with black curly hair raised her eyebrows in surprise. She looked up at Bruce who was standing aside. The man looked at ease: "You killed the four stalkers?" Ruth took out the information from her pocket and handed it to Bruce. , she muttered: "I have to admit, Bruce, you are born to do this business."

Ruth looked at the young man who was still leaning against the far wall. Bruce was wearing a slightly yellowed shirt with his arms folded, the rolled up sleeves revealing his solid forearm muscles.She narrowed her eyes. "Honestly, if I wasn't an alpha and you weren't so damn powerful and obnoxious, maybe I'd like you a lot."

Bruce glanced at her, Ruth was still wearing the evening gown that was used to seduce last night, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her red lips were like flames, she was completely glamorous, but the aura of predators emanating from the woman made the black-haired man frowned. frown.His voice was a little cold: "You know I like men."

Ruth blinked, "Oh, I really can't think of what kind of omega can match you, and it's still a man," she bit down on the word indicating gender, and looked at Bruce as if joking .The woman was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I know you are used to acting alone, Bruce, but sometimes you have to admit that it is always good to have someone to support your back."

A smile finally appeared on the man's serious face: "It's a happy cooperation."

The two laughed together.

This is the fourth year that the young agent broke the rules and entered the front line. Bruce Stewart has not yet become a legend that the cia cannot mention.

Northern Ireland.

"Oh, Bruce, I didn't know an English accent could be so sexy, it's all good except you smell nasty."

Bruce put one arm around the woman with black curly hair, and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't be calling me that."

Ruth blinked. They were walking towards a beautiful little house under the sun. She was sprayed with a lot of perfume to cover up alpha pheromones, and Bruce's undisguised alpha breath forced her to restrain herself. The urge to fight against herself and the other party, although she couldn't beat Bruce.

The woman laughed suddenly, and at this moment they had entered their "new home", and Bruce let go of Ruth's hand in disgust.

"Maybe I should call you sir?" Ruth said while inspecting every detail in the house, "I heard that it snows heavily in New York. Is that what the kid you picked up called you?"

The movement of Bruce's hands paused, "This has nothing to do with you, Ruth."

The female agent snorted, "Oh come on, Mr. Stewart, you've been promoted like a rocket all these years, but your temper hasn't changed at all," Ruth turned her head to look at the man standing at the entrance, and said , "We haven't seen each other for many years. I think the newly promoted deputy director of the special task force will not be given the opportunity to go on missions with others before. Have you been doing missions alone all these years?"

Ruth looked at the light and admired the silver wedding ring on her hand: "If it weren't for the higher-ups forcing you to find someone to pretend to be a husband and wife, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the chance to see you again after that time in Prague." The woman looked at the ring. Her expression was a bit complicated, she was silent for two seconds and said nothing.

Bruce looked cold, "I don't trust many people."

Ruth smiled: "Thank you."

The female agent did not intend to let Bruce go, she said: "Although we partnered only once," the female agent shrugged her shoulders, "But I think I know you a little bit, Bruce." She looked sharply Looking at the man standing there: "You like him."

Bruce finally pulled the corners of his lips, but it was not a smile: "I don't know when you are so interested in my private affairs, Agent Ruth."

Ruth raised her eyebrows, "Look, that brat has become your personal business." She paused, and said, "The news from the Special Service always spreads fast, you thought you brought a big If a living person returns to Langley, they won't know? The people above don't know your sexual orientation, if they know this, then the brat can still live?"

Bruce said lightly: "I'm not interested in that aspect of him." He paused, and suddenly added: "But I like him."

The blond-haired "little boy" has such a strong vitality, and his eyes are shining in the snow.

Bruce Stewart, who could be called the "sir" just now, was young enough, tough enough, ambitious enough and desire to chase power, but he had never admitted such "like" in front of anyone.

Ruth didn't speak, she just smiled.The more excellent they are in their line of work, the less qualified they are to talk about love, so why waste time.

"Is that person in the CIA system?" Bruce asked suddenly.

Ruth froze.

The black-haired man looked flat: "We don't have any romantic elements, Ruth, I can't think of any reason for you to show that kind of look at a prop ring other than falling in love with a man."

A hint of panic flashed in the beautiful female agent's eyes.She slowly said, "He's not." Ruth turned the ring unconsciously, "He's just an ordinary person, a beta who works at the airport."

"It's ridiculous." The female agent said: "A woman with alpha attributes, a CIA secret agent who can never reveal her identity, what right does she have to like others." She blinked: "It's very lucky not to be emotional, Bruce, but I can't." The woman paused, "I'm not like you."

Ambition, power, or being more powerful, these are no longer what she can pursue desperately.

Bruce frowned, his tone was cold: "I will apply to the above to transfer you away."

Ruth smiled faintly: "Bruce, I won't affect my work." She said slowly: "The people above already know about it, but I still have value."

The black-haired man said coldly: "I didn't know you would be so weak, Ruth."

The female agent shrugged her shoulders, she seemed to have returned to her previous indifferent appearance, "I already know what it's like to really like it, and I don't need any more things." The female agent looked at Bruce, this young man looked different Impressed, he just stood there and looked at himself coldly. "We're all loaded with sin, Bruce."

"He who walks in darkness from day one will die in darkness one day. Feelings have never been the meaning of our existence."

Bruce was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

Maybe Ruth is the closest "friend" to him in the cia, and he can put part of his trust in this woman. Bruce has never thought about these issues, he will get what he wants, and he will give up nothing. He will look back, he knows that one day he will die in this darkness and no one will hear about it, and he no longer feels fear.No love means no fear.

Aiden has always been an enthusiastic neighbor. He liked the young couple who moved in next door half a year ago so much that when he talked about the tragedy a week ago to the local TV station, he still couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"What a nice young couple that was, they moved here six months ago,—yes, just the two of them, no kids, no dogs, and I actually found it kind of lonely," said Aiden. "The lady was beautiful. , sir seems to be very busy, but they respect each other as guests."

"I know that something terrible happened last Monday." Aiden shuddered exaggeratedly when he said this, "The two of them went out one after the other, and the wife walked in front, using the key to open the Land Rover. The car door, the man closes the door at the back, I am mowing the lawn next door, and I can still see the smile on his face!"

"And then, as the lady opened the car door,—Boom!"

"It was a tragedy," Aiden concluded. "The strange thing is that the gentleman didn't even hold a funeral for his wife. He packed his things and left within a few days."

Bruce Stewart lost his only partner the day after the mission was completed.As the plane crossed the Atlantic, he turned off the news with a deadpan face, and then inadvertently saw the ring on his finger.

Does this represent love?Their phony marriage was blown up in a bomb, along with the only woman he counted as a friend.

He didn't know if what Ruth had said counted as some sort of warning, but Bruce wouldn't forget it.

Some have died of desperate love, some have lived in long solitude, and some have dedicated themselves to a great country.

Feelings have never been the meaning of their existence.

Never.

The author has something to say: I didn’t expect the last chapter to poke everyone’s thunder point qaq is my bad taste. I didn’t write it clearly before, so I will put the past episode of the chief~

In fact, Ruth is not the chief's lover, but she is really his wife.