On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Amanda had never seen him so embarrassed.

The blond man has always been careless, just walked through many dangers and bloody corpses, always with a lazy smile.Amanda was even caught off guard when Randall fell toward her.

But the female agent still quickly supported the crumbling blond man. The man's eyes were still open, but there was not much remaining consciousness in the blue pupils. The weight of the body was completely pressed on Amanda's arm, which made Amanda The female agent was a little flustered.

She quickly realized what was happening.Amanda supported Randall, using her shoulders to barely support the man's weight. Randall, who was much taller than her, lay on the shoulder of the female agent, twisting into a weird posture.Amanda looked at the blood on Randall's chest shirt and frowned.

The neckline of the blond man was open, revealing the fair skin on his chest, where there was a wound that had stopped bleeding, and the female agent knew that it was the trace of digging something out of the flesh.

The powerful sedative temporarily paralyzed the agent's muscles, making it almost impossible to use any strength.Randall could feel that all senses and rationality were rapidly moving away from him, leaving only a buzzing noise in his brain, which made people want to sleep regardless.The shoulders under the chest were a little thin, and he mobilized the last memory, remembering who this was, and then closed his eyes.

Amanda felt the weight of the man resting on her shoulders.The breathing gradually changed from the heavy after strenuous exercise to the long and long sleepiness.The female agent took a deep breath, then supported Randall's body vigorously, and slowly left the dark alley.

"sir."

Bruce at the end of the communicator carelessly helped the tiny device in the ear, and he whispered, "Say." At the venue, the project leader of the Pentagon was still introducing the birth of a new type of weapon with a serious face. The black-haired man Sitting at the other end of the long table, squinting slightly looking at the big screen showing lethality, but listening to Amanda's voice in his ears.

"The agent has been found."

Bruce twitched his eyebrows slightly: "Is he in a bad condition?"

Amanda turned her head and glanced at Randall who was sleeping on the simple single bed in the room. She was a little surprised by the affirmation in Bruce's tone.

It seemed that her officer knew what kind of situation the blond man was in without having to see it with his own eyes.

"Well, the agent is currently in a coma." Amanda said: "There was a fight just now, and he was injected with a strong tranquilizer."

Bruce heard the slight surprise in the female agent's voice, he twitched the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "If he is still conscious, it is not me and you who are talking, Agent Amanda."

The sound effects of the new weapons being displayed in the conference room were turned up so loudly that almost no one could hear what the senior officers of the task force were "talking to themselves".Seeing the curve of Bruce's lips that resembled a smile, the officials who were demonstrating in front of him felt flattered and began to explain with extra effort.

The female agent was taken aback by the smile in Bruce's words.

Bruce said: "Mr. James will bring him back as soon as he wakes up, and we will report the specific situation." Bruce paused, his voice seemed a little cold, "If you can't ensure that he is subdued while he is awake, you can use special means."

The voice from the communicator carried the unique coldness and determination of the chief of the special task force, but Amanda could hear some kind of urgency and concern that were covered up.She told herself it was an illusion.

The female agent whispered: "Yes." She turned her head and glanced again. The blond-haired man was still lying on the bed, his body writhing uneasily, and he seemed to be about to wake up.Amanda said: "I will complete the task as soon as possible, please rest assured, sir."

Bruce just hummed and cut off the communication.

Amanda was surprised to hear what seemed to be sporadic applause in the background at the end of the channel. ——Her chief couldn't be talking to her at some confidential meeting? !

Amanda dug out an injection from her belongings.She walked over to the bed, the blond man's eyes still closed, his golden lashes casting pale shadows under the lids.Amanda, an excellent female agent who has performed countless missions and has done mouth-killing and seduction, has trembling hands.She never thought that there would be a day when she would lay hands on this man, even if it was just to inject a medicine to keep him unconscious when he was unconscious.

Amanda took a deep breath and began to search the blond agent's arm for the best spot for the injection. ——She didn't want her instructor to wake up and find that he had an injection hole of unknown origin.

Then the female agent met a pair of blue eyes.

In the man's beautiful pupils there was still a hint of confusion after a coma. His eyes slowly focused, and Amanda was already breaking out in a cold sweat while nimbly hiding the needle in her sleeve.

She smiled and said, "You're awake."

The blond man blinked, and he sat up slowly propping up the hard bed board, "Amanda." He looked at the female agent, and the other's brown eyes were full of pure concern.

The man's tone was mild, Amanda smiled, and she said, "Thank you for remembering me, dear instructor."

Randall raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

Then he got out of bed, moving swiftly, without any trace of falling asleep from the anesthesia injection just now.Amanda showed a look of admiration.

She has a lot of things to ask, but she doesn't know how to ask.She cared about this man, she was constantly curious about him, and she knew that she should stay away from this man as much as possible.

The female agent's eyes flickered twice, and the many words finally turned into a smile. She still remembered her mission on this trip. "I think we should set off as soon as possible, if your health permits, Mr. James."

as predicted.

Amanda looked at the blond man's eyes narrowed for a moment because of her address, and it felt like being locked by a beast, which made her hair all over.

Randall laughed, showing his white teeth, "I thought you had a lot to ask." He looked at Amanda lightly, and joked, "I didn't expect to be the one who was curious."

Amanda smiled reluctantly in the man's gaze, and she said, "I just think you can understand." She had already lost the chance to anesthetize Randall, and Amanda knew that she and the instructor had absolutely no chance of winning, even if the other party Physical condition does not appear to be favorable.She couldn't pretend that she "ran into" the defected agent of the special service in that alley, all she could do was be honest.

Amanda took a gamble. The top officer of the Special Service took her instructor so seriously, whether Bruce meant something special to the blond man.

Then she saw Randall laughing to himself.

Amanda was silent. She watched the blond man suddenly become irritable, and the components in that smile were so complicated that she couldn't tell. —If possible, Amanda thought, she would never want to know what those smiles twisted from the beautiful lips of the blond man.

Randall paced the room, moving fast, looking like a beast in trouble.He knew that Amanda was sent by Bruce, but thinking of this still made the man irritated.He wants to see Bruce.For some reason, this desire suddenly became particularly strong when he knew that there was still a life in his belly.That's what Mark does, he's missing his alpha.

He wants to see Bruce, but doesn't want to see him.Randall knew what would happen if he returned to the CIA.Bruce's iron grip on "betrayal" has always been formidable, and he doesn't want to just ruin himself for the maniac.He wasn't sure how Bruce would react to the semi-forced sex, to his subsequent disappearance, to the baby he was carrying now.

It is impossible for him to go back.

Amanda squeezed her fingers slowly.The syringe was still in her hand, and the cold liquid was already warmed by her body temperature.The female agent began to assess the success of the injection that now ventured into her instructor.

Randall stopped abruptly, he turned his head to look at Amanda, the smile on his face calmed down, "Maybe you don't mind going for a drink with me?"

Amanda froze for a moment, she nodded, and then walked out first, "I'll drive." The female agent said, Randall followed after a few seconds, and this time was enough time for Amanda to quietly put the syringe into the car. in his pocket.

The blond man seemed to have calmed down his troubles. He sat lazily in the passenger seat and let Amanda take control of the steering wheel.

The female agent parked the car in front of an all-night bar.

She got out of the car, closed the door, and quietly observed Randall's movements. The blonde agent walked into the bar without noticing.

Amanda followed in, and the two sat down at the bar. The loud crowd and music made it feel like it was not a good place to talk.And Randall said to the embarrassing Amanda straightforwardly: "We were here to drink."

The blond man snapped his fingers smartly, and said to the bartender, "Two glasses of vodka."

Amanda hesitated and said nothing.

"You know I won't go back with you," Randall said.

Amanda watched the man play with the clear glass with his slender fingers, and the strong smell of Russian spirits in it.

"This is sir's order." Amanda said directly.Her brown eyes were fixed on Randall for his reaction.

The man's golden hair showed a hazy and beautiful color under the somewhat ambiguous light at the bar. Amanda thought, such a person, even the chief, really couldn't help but pay more attention.

Randall smiled nonchalantly, and said, "I'm tired of taking his orders, Agent Amanda." When he said the word "agent", he smiled mockingly.

Amanda ignored the thorns in the man's words. She watched Randall drink up the glass of spirits and frowned.

"Sir attaches great importance to you," the female agent said, she thought, this is nonsense for this blond man.The importance of him to Bruce was seen by the eyes of the entire task force. "He ordered me to bring you back, intact."

Randall raised his brows, and he smiled: "Really." He said: "Bruce always likes his captives to be intact. After all, that is my value. There will be no good results for me to go back, Amanda, I know you will Choose to follow Bruce, but I never want you to be my enemy."

The female agent froze for a moment, and the blonde man's smile under the light was flat but dazzling.

"Then, tell me what happened between you two."

Randall's hand playing with the glass paused, he was a little surprised by the calmness in Amanda's tone.It is really unusual for a junior agent, his trainee, and Bruce's subordinate to have the courage to inquire about their relationship.

He said slowly: "Ah, I did it myself." The blond man narrowed his eyes with a smile: "So he must be angry, because I don't want to obey like this anymore."

Amanda listened quietly, knowing that some secret was about to be revealed, and if she was wise she should stop there.And she didn't.

Randall drank another glass of wine, he shook the glass to call the bartender, and said to Amanda: "You may not know, I am an insatiable person." He laughed: "I hate Bruce."

"No one can make the chief do something he hates." Amanda said suddenly: "If he finally acquiesced in your actions, it's not hate."

Randall was taken aback.

Amanda watched the blond man's wine glass filled with transparent liquid again, she was silent for a while, and said, "Don't drink it."

Randall grinned: "The wine is still strong." He frowned again: "Bourbon is not good at all."

Amanda was completely shocked this time. She looked at the blond man's obvious, child-like grievances, and then thought of the row of bourbons in the wine cabinet in the office of the Chief of Special Affairs, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"I really can't drink any more!" Amanda snatched Randall's cup.

Randall stretched out his arm, and took Amanda's untouched glass of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The female agent got angry for a while, so she had to turn her head away, asked the bartender for some water, then turned back and pushed it to Randall.The blond man smiled and winked at Amanda, then said to the bartender, "Pour it for our beautiful lady."

Amanda watched helplessly as her glass was refilled with liquor.She took a sip from her glass, and Randall looked defenseless.The female agent secretly squeezed the syringe in her pocket.

"You still have to drink less, it's not good for the children." She said suddenly.

Randall froze, looking caught off guard.

Amanda looked into those blue eyes, she didn't know why she suddenly felt guilty, the female agent licked her lips, and took another sip of wine, "I interrogated that remnant of Black Sand." She glanced at Randall , "You may have exhausted too much strength at that time, he was still alive when I went in."

She forced some "information" from the Middle Eastern man with almost cruel means, and then gave him a happy one.The room was filled with the smell of blood, and a professional agent could guess something from the medical equipment and medicines scattered on the ground.

If it wasn't for the Middle Eastern man to say that in great pain, Amanda thought, she even forgot that Randall was an omega.

The child's father may not be in suspense.

Amanda just felt a headache.

She looked into Randall's blue eyes, and the man smiled again, "You know even this."

Amanda rubbed her forehead with her hands, she seemed to see a hint of danger in the other person's eyes - it seemed that there was no time to delay.The female agent reached into her pocket to hold the syringe.

Randall turned the wine glass in his hand, the vodka he just drank was burning in his stomach, and he could feel the faint pain in his abdomen and began to protest again.

Amanda blinked, and the lights seemed to suddenly brighten, making it impossible for her to see Randall's face clearly.

The blond man smiled softly: "I don't want to do this, Amanda." He reached out and stroked the female agent's cheek.

Amanda is not stupid, the abnormality of her body made her secretly feel bad, and something seemed to be disappearing rapidly in her mind, like water droplets leaking from between her fingers.

Randall said slowly: "But you shouldn't know this."

Amanda opened her mouth, but no sound came out.Slowly, she continued to build strength, then swung her arms hard at Randall.

The blond man blocked the attack with only one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the shiny needle pierced Amanda.The man simply pushed the liquid to the bottom.

"You're still careless, Amanda." Randall pulled out the syringe and watched the female agent leaning on the bar to prevent herself from falling down.

"You shouldn't care about me, you shouldn't turn your head to ask the bartender to change the water in order to stop me from drinking, and you shouldn't let your glass out of your own sight." Randall whispered: "You know, when you go out I walked in front of the mud monkey, and the field agents of the special task force like to put medicines in the middle of the backpack, and it is not difficult to find that kind of medicine."

Amanda clearly felt the loss of strength, and she lost more than that. The female agent realized what Randall had just said, and glared at him angrily.

The nerve-disrupting drug developed by the CIA, the user will forget everything that happened within a few hours.

Apparently, Randall put the medicine in it the moment he took her cup away.

"Tomorrow you won't remember anything, these conversations, about me and Bruce, about that kid."

The blue eyes looked into the hazel ones, like some kind of hypnotic ritual.

Amanda struggled unwillingly, and the tranquilizers made it impossible for her to fight back vigorously.

Randall smiled in a low voice, he looked at Amanda: "I won't go back, sorry, I didn't let you complete the task."

Amanda could feel the growing drowsiness, and the accompanying panic of losing something in her brain.She tried her best to say: "...Follow, go back with me...Protect...Protect...the child..."

Randall smiled, and said, "I will protect him. My child, I will protect him." He repeated it softly as if confirming something himself, and then looked at Amanda's involuntarily closed eyes , said: "Thank you."

The bartender came over: "Is she all right?"

Randall looked up and smiled: "It's okay. It's just been a long time, she's drunk." The man said lightly: "Let her sleep." He asked for a pen and paper, and wrote down the name of a hotel. "This is where she lives, please call a taxi later."

The bartender glanced at the few banknotes pushed over together with the paper, and nodded in response.Then he was very courteous and wanted to fill up Randall's cup.

The blond man stopped him, and the bartender looked at the man who had downed three glasses of vodka a few minutes ago in a puzzled way. The smile on his face looked a little weird, as if this kind of smile didn't often appear on his face. face.

But it looks inexplicably gentle.

"I'll just drink water."