On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The Middle Eastern man shrugged. He didn't mind letting the blond know his identity. ——He did intend to threaten the senior cia official whose name could not be mentioned, so he knew that he had no way out.

"I think Agent, you still remember that trip to the Middle East?" He showed a smile that was not a smile: "'Black Sand' was established by us with hard work, but it was because of you, a mere agent, that officer Just bombed the whole headquarters."

Randall raised his eyebrows, and he knew it in his heart.He laughed, "Oh, so we used to be colleagues."

"Black Sand" used to be CIA's intelligence gathering agency in District I, and gradually grew through the incorporation of local armed organizations, but Bruce didn't like "Black Sand" gradually getting out of his control.Randall was captured, just to find an excuse for the bombing.But apparently the remaining members of "Black Sand" don't think so.

The Middle Eastern man smiled coldly and said, "Your current physical condition is worrying, agent." He raised his chin to Russia who was standing not far away: "You can ask him."

The Russian doctor said: "Your body has undergone a huge transformation. If you don't rely on the strengthening agent, your body functions will degrade rapidly, but using the strengthening agent will greatly affect the child in your stomach, and he will not be able to be born. "

Randall blinked, and he suddenly laughed: "And then?"

The Middle Eastern man looked at him lightly, "Oh, don't pretend that you don't care, Agent Randall, you are an omega, and you are amazingly beautiful, I have to admit that." He made a smirk and said, "But you have some The nasty, alpha smell, it makes me very unappetizing. Otherwise, why do you think your beautiful place has not been raped by me?!"

The rude words of the Middle Easterners made Randall's lips curl up, and there was a cold smile in his sea-blue eyes: "It's up to you?"

The Middle Eastern man ignored Randall's provocation, he just said coldly: "You have been marked, Agent Randall, you are useless."

The blond man seemed to be lost in thought. He narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to see the expression in the blue pupils.

—he was marked.

Randall stops his mind from wandering to the afternoon that Bruce has penetrated, and he can't think about that if he doesn't want to be found wet in his pants just thinking about that man in front of a horde of stalking enemies.Randall is amused by his inappropriate fantasies.

The Middle Eastern man looked at the blond agent's inexplicable smile and frowned. He said coldly, "Don't think I don't know what it means for an omega to be marked." The Middle Eastern man's voice was viciously proud: "That's an omega The promise, he allowed himself to belong to another person, his alpha. That mark isn't just something the alpha shoots in you and it's done."

Yes, not only that.Randall closed his eyes. Being labeled as an omega not only means being completely exclusive physically, but also emotionally.Only if there is that desire in the omega's affection, the mark will be complete.

The middle-eastern man said: "I think, only those who are truly approved by you can do this." The man's hand ambiguously brushed Randall's two-buttoned shirt, which was roughly torn open, and rubbed against his exposed chest. .The blond twisted his lips in disgust.

"I think you forgot one thing." Randall said slowly, he looked at the Middle Eastern man, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Omega is marked as voluntary, but that alpha may not recognize me as a partner." He blinked He rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you think I left cia?"

What he said was half true and half false, the Middle Eastern man was stunned for a moment.

The blond man smiled seriously: "I was exiled."

As Randall said, he slowly bent his fingers, and the strength seemed to be gradually returning to his body.He slowed down his breathing and vaguely heard his own heartbeat.The man tried his best to lower his eyes, his abdomen was flat and firm, and the bursts of dull pain seemed to be hallucinations.Randall noticed a slight crack in the right handcuff, and the foot cuffs were not as strong as the hand cuffs.The blond man exhaled, he gritted his teeth, and then made up his mind.

You have to be strong enough to be my child.

"I'm thirsty." The blond man said lazily.

The Middle Eastern man waved his hand dejectedly,—he didn’t expect that this agent might not be a lover but a confidant to the chief of the special branch,—Randall successfully reminded him of this possibility.The Russian doctor next to him stepped forward and brought a water glass to Randall.

The blond man's hands were fixed on the leather examination table and he couldn't move. The doctor could only slightly tilt the cup and pour the water towards Randall's lips.

The blond coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough!"

Randall was choked by the water, coughing heart-rendingly, the water flowed down from the corner of his lips and wet his collar, he tried his best to straighten his body up, the feeling of the foreign object intruding into the trachea seemed to make the man extremely painful, his face was already red .The doctor looked helpless.He moved closer to undo the leather cuffs on Randall's left hand.

"Don't—" the Middle Eastern man suddenly stopped when he realized what the doctor was going to do, but it was too late.

As soon as the blond man's left hand was freed from the shackles, it immediately stretched out, grabbed the doctor tightly, and pulled him towards him.

"Crack" The sound of the cervical vertebra breaking was almost insignificant.

Randall felt as if he had used all his strength in his life, and the muscles in his right arm swelled—

"Crack!" The handcuffs snapped.

The blond man sat up abruptly, and all this happened so quickly that the Middle Eastern man didn't even have time to react, his prey was about to break free, baring its fangs and eating bloodthirsty flesh.He hurriedly turned around and rushed to the table, picking up the anesthesia gun on it.

"boom--"

Randall felt a pain in his chest, and an anesthetic needle was nailed into his chest, but the blond man didn't even look at it, he quickly reached out and opened the cuffs on his feet, exerting force on his waist, his whole body The man was already standing on the ground, and he rushed towards the Middle Eastern man.The other party didn't seem to expect Randall's swift action. When he changed the anesthesia gun in his hand to a real lethal pistol, the blond man was already in sight.

An almost evil smile appeared on the sharp-edged face of the blond man, his blue eyes seemed to be frozen, and the bloodthirsty impulse was secretly burning under the ice.He raised his hand and grabbed the Middle Eastern man's wrist, twisted it downwards hard, and the pistol crashed to the ground with a clang.

The Middle Eastern man knows that if he doesn't use all his strength to resist at this moment, he may only have a dead end.He was too stupid, too overreaching, and ended up being captured and countered.The Middle Easterner punched Randall in the chest, and when the opponent dodged to dodge, he hit the blond man's upper abdomen with a hard knee.

Randall was slow for a second.He couldn't completely dodge the attacks from the Middle Easterners. The efficient anesthesia needle seemed to finally work after a few seconds of strenuous exercise. The somewhat sluggish reaction made him feel a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the enemy's attack made his stomach churn. The blond man bent his body for an instant, and an almost ferocious expression flashed across his face.Randall exerted all his strength, pushing the Middle Easterner towards the side of the table as if he didn't care about it. The other side's back hit the table full of medical equipment and let out a low growl, and the two of them fell heavily at the same time. On the ground, Randall shook his head vigorously. He heard his panting sound, as if a bellows was installed in his chest. A handful of tweezers or something scattered on the ground forcefully inserted into the enemy's eye socket.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The screams of the Middle Eastern people pierced into the eardrums, Randall did not let go, he firmly suppressed the other party under him, restraining the frantic Fan Kuang of the Middle Eastern people with one hand, and holding the slender man with the other. Slowly and rotatably piercing the Middle Eastern man's eyes.Blood gushed out from the Middle Eastern man's eyes.

The huge pain made the Middle Easterners almost crazy. He burst out with huge strength from nowhere, and in the next second, Randall was knocked to the ground, with the metal appliance shining coldly in his eye sockets.Randall was caught off guard, and he slammed into the overturned table beside him. He almost heard an ominous "click" sound from his ribs, and the pain spread all over his body.

The Middle Eastern man rushed towards Randall with his remaining eyesight. The blond man's face and hands were also splashed with the blood of the Middle Eastern man. He looked in a mess. He wanted to stand up quickly, but he was hit by a burst of dizziness. The man staggered, tripping over the side table.

"Well……"

Randall shook his head vigorously again, the irritating mist in front of his eyes dissipated slightly, and the enemy's blade was already close in sight.Randall jerked back, frowning at the pain in his ribs, but it didn't slow him down.When it was time for life and death, Randall suddenly found that the excitement that always accompanied such a situation had disappeared without a trace.

Maybe it was the sedatives that suppressed the adrenaline, he thought, that must be it.

Then, while dodging the knife from the Middle East attacking his abdomen, he realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat belatedly.

Anger finally appeared in the sea blue eyes.Randall was not in a happy mood, and fighting with his life could not cheer him up again.The blond man quickly turned sideways and grabbed the Middle Eastern man's right arm.The other party was obviously affected by the pain far more than Randall, so that there was only a frenzied roar, and the disorderly struggle could not release Randall's restraint on him.The blond man forced the Middle Eastern man's knife hand towards himself.Both of them were tormented by pain, most of their physical strength was consumed in the fight, their arms trembled violently, and blood gurgled from the face of the Middle Eastern man like a stream, dripping on the back of Randall's hand.Randall pulled hard.

"puff--"

The knife stabbed deeply into the chest of the Middle Eastern man.

Blood gushing.

Randall panted and let go of his hand, he let the Middle Eastern man's body hit the ground heavily, the blond man also shook slightly, he slowly walked over the mess on the ground, and then walked towards the exit of the room go.

The stabbing pain in his chest had gone numb.Only the lower abdomen still has waves of dull pain.Randall looked down slowly. There was only a little blood on his chest. He reached out and dug into the muscle, and dug out the anesthesia needle.

It was already night outside.The cold wind from Russia blew over, but it didn't make him more conscious. Randall rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and the blood on the rubbed unknowingly smelled like rust.He put his hands on the brick-red wall for a breath.

"Hey, how are you?"

Randall turned around abruptly, and he saw a petite figure with an anxious and concerned look on the woman's face, and Randall had to squint his eyes hard to distinguish the other's face.

Randall shook twice unsteadily, and the man leaning on the wall looked shaky, but there was a gentle smile on his face.

"Long time no see, is this your opening line, Amanda?"