On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The sunlight slanted in from the window, casting shiny patches on the table.Randall licked his lips, taking his eyes off Bruce's hand on the table.

His marker sat across from him, announcing ownership.And Randall had to work hard to restrain his desire to touch Bruce.

The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly.The moment he touched Randall's fingers he knew he was hopeless.He has to keep this person by his side, whether it's by force or by his obedience, he has to be by his side. The alpha's longing and desire to protect burned in Bruce's chest, and he felt a novelty about this feeling, and he hadn't had such an almost fiery emotion in a long time. The chief of the CIA still maintained a calm expression, he was not frightened by this feeling, he still had reason.

This omega belongs to him, and no one can take it away, not even Randall himself.

Bruce smiled very gently, and he said, "I can let you think about it, Randall."

The blond man raised his eyebrows, and he gave a faint smile to Bruce's change of address, "You never called me Randall."

Bruce looked at him: "You've never heard of it."

Randall looked at the almost gentle expression of the black-haired man, and he suddenly remembered those days in the desert, only himself and Bruce.

Bruce's brown eyes looked directly at Randall flatly, and he said, "I'll give you time."

Randall laughed: "Ah, what an honor." He made a flattered expression.Randall saw the firmness in the brown pupils of the opposite person, and he knew that there was never room for reversal in the things Bruce decided.If he returns to the CIA with Bruce, what is waiting for him is probably a collar and a cage.

After all, it is difficult to control the beast out of the cage.He was nostalgic for the little warmth that Bruce could give, but he couldn't convince himself to go back.

Because Randall wasn't sure if what Bruce was offering was all he could get.

He is always greedy.

Bruce's gaze was scrutinizing, but quickly returned to benign and harmless.It's a look he rarely puts on, and Bruce knows it's usually a sign of weakness after a long career in the Secret Service.

But it doesn't matter, it's facing his little leopard.

Sometimes you have to show weakness in exchange for your pet's favor. Little did the CIA's top brass realize how out of character he was courting his "pets."

Randall tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and Bruce took a sip of his coffee.There was a moment of silence in the small cafe.The golden sunlight flickered on the messy hair of the person opposite, and Bruce suddenly felt peaceful in his heart.The anxiety and anger these days all returned to peace when he got close to this blond guy.

There was a sly flash in Randall's blue eyes. He said, "Thank you." Then he stood up: "Nice to meet you here, Bruce."

He said, standing up.

Bruce raised his head slightly to look at him. The blond man has lost a lot of weight recently, but his brows still have his usual look, which makes people unable to take their eyes off for a moment.Bruce knew what was going on in his agent's mind.He understands him.

Randall has never been a person who turns back easily. He walked away from here, probably not for "consideration", but to get further away from him.

But that afternoon, in order to get close to him, the blond man was like a moth to a flame.

Bruce let Randall walk past him, but he didn't stop him. The corner of Randall's clothes brushed against his arm, and Bruce closed his eyes slightly, as if in this way he could feel the moment the other party left in the air. A little breath.

Randall walked away without looking back.

Bruce picked up his cup and drank his coffee.His little leopard is approaching step by step, cautious and desperate.And Bruce is clearly aware that he is conniving.He'll play by the rules Randle wants, after all, some things require risk.

This time he couldn't let Randall go.

Randall walked briskly out of the cafe.He knew Bruce wouldn't just "forget it".He needs to know how far Bruce can go, for him, a defected agent, to violate the principles of CIA senior officials, to violate his own ruthlessness, to violate what he said, "Emotions are not the meaning of our existence."

He wondered what he meant to Bruce, couldn't wait.

The blond man paused for a while at the corner of the street. He glanced at the shop window from the corner of his eye, and the other side of the street was faintly showing on the glass. ——Three men in casual clothes were swaying unhurriedly in the crowd. The earphone wires protruded from the inside of the T-shirts and were hidden in the collars.Randall couldn't see it very clearly, but he knew it was standard equipment for a CIA operational agent.

"Shit!" he cursed under his breath, and quickened his pace.

The three agents had apparently spotted Randall as well.The blond man turned up the collar of his windbreaker a little, trying to look normal, but it didn't help.The slightly heavy feeling in his abdomen made him dare not run too vigorously,—oh, the damn brat.

Randall cursed in his heart, but he was extremely careful.He pulled up his windbreaker, then walked into a small alley.He couldn't lure these CIA agents to his shelter.Can only play by ear.

The sky gradually darkened.Sweat was already on Randall's forehead, and salty drops slid down his cheeks.He licked his lips, his stomach was empty, and there was a slight pain in his lower abdomen again.Randall frowned, he had to make a quick decision.

The man tried his best to press his body against the wall, then slowly pulled out the pistol that had been stuck in his back waist, and opened the safety.The blond man leaned out a little cautiously, and he saw three enemies approaching constantly.

Randall grinned, and stepped on a pool of sewage accumulated on the ground after the rain. The garbage scattered on the ground in the alley gave off a disgusting stench.As long as the gunshots are fired, the local police will arrive soon, and he will get out after killing all three agents.

In the past, this was just a trivial matter, but it is different now.A strong nausea surged up, and Randall closed his eyes. He restrained his urge to retch, and then raised his arm. The muzzle of the gun was firmly locked on an agent not far away.

"boom!"

The index finger pulled the trigger, and the recoil of the pistol caused the muzzle to rise slightly, and Randall quickly retracted his body.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The other party is also a senior agent of the CIA—after all, those who can join the "clearance" team are all killing machines who will not blink their eyes in life and death, and their reactions will naturally not be slow.When a companion fell down with the sound of gunfire, they immediately determined the specific location of the shooter.

The two agents obviously had an advantage in numbers, and the two of them marched alternately in an orderly manner, and the distance between them and Randall quickly shortened. Their fire suppression made it almost difficult for Randall to stick his head out to fight back.

Randall squeezed his fingers, he had to take a risk.

An agent cautiously stepped over the corpse of his companion on the ground. His peripheral vision was keen to catch the wind and grass on the side of the alley, and he immediately turned his gun.And at the same time—

"boom!"

A tall and thin figure rushed out from the dark alley, showing fierceness.Another agent turned around quickly, another of his companions had already fallen, Randall shot him in the chest hastily, and the agent fell to the ground without moving.There were only two people left on the narrow street, and Randall rushed forward before the other had a chance to shoot.

The two wrestled together, fighting for their lives.

Randall felt his blood rushing to the top of his head. He had been hiding for nearly a month, trying his best to avoid being chased by the CIA. When it came time to fight to the death, he felt a little strange. The trepidation, rather random, is watered down by the rush of adrenaline.

Boy, you were born to take risks with your father.I try my best to keep you alive, you must not let me down.

A knee hit his lower abdomen, and Randall's breath was stagnant in pain. He slammed back with an uppercut, and the blood from the agent's nose splashed on his face. Fierce and intense.

The agent obviously didn't expect the blond man who was "in poor health" in the information to have such a strong combat power, so he was caught off guard and naturally used all his strength to deal with it.

"Shit!" Randall cursed, the sudden severe pain in his abdomen made him slow down, and the other party didn't waste this opportunity.

Randall narrowly dodged the agent's dangerous attack, but staggered on his feet. He tripped over the first agent killed on the ground, and fell backwards.Randall could almost hear himself hitting the ground.He wanted to stand up quickly and continue to fight, but cold sweat was streaming down his temples, and the pain in his abdomen became more and more intense, as if there was a huge force twisting his internal organs together.Randall heard his upper and lower teeth clinking in pain.

He watched the agent raise his pistol, pointing the muzzle between his eyebrows.

Randall was panting, and his hands groped the ground quickly, hoping to find a weapon that could be used to fight back.He was not flustered. In this line of work, he might not be able to escape such a death. Randall thought, he had no time to worry about the spring and autumn.To die is to die, but it is a pity that it is two lives.

--"boom!"

The blond man closed his eyes reflexively, and realized after a few seconds that he was still conscious.A dead body fell heavily, almost crushing him underneath.Randall pushed away the agent's fallen body, blood dripped down, and the bullet hole between his eyebrows was black and ferocious.Randall raised his eyebrows, and he raised his head to look across the alley.

Bruce stepped out of the shadow cast by the wall.

The blond man laughed, panting, and slowly got up from the ground, "Nice to meet you, this is the second time I say this today."

Bruce didn't speak, his eyes looked at Randall carefully, the blond man didn't look well, his hair was soaked in sweat, making them stick tightly to his forehead, his already thinner cheeks showed Morbidly pale.But that smile was still dazzling.

Randall stepped over the corpse on the ground, he walked towards Bruce, and then swayed, he had to hold on to the dirty wall next to him to maintain his balance.Bruce took a few steps forward almost uncontrollably at the moment Randall staggered.He immediately restrained himself from going to help him.

The two were very close, already, Bruce could see his own shadow in the blue pupils of the opposite person.

The corners of Randall's lips rose, and he said, "They are also your agents."

Bruce's voice was cold: "They are just agents of the CIA."

Randall blinked his eyes: "I am not."

"You're not." Bruce said.

The blond man was silent for two seconds in a daze. He didn't seem to expect that Bruce would answer along with his topic like this, nor did he expect such an answer to make his heart rise with shameful joy.The adrenaline gradually faded, and fatigue and pain swept over. Randall supported the weight of his body with his arms, and only then did he begin to feel a little bit of fear.

Bruce took a step forward, "You are forbidden to fight with other agents in the future, Randall."

The blond man rolled his eyes a little amusedly. Before he could speak, he was choked by Bruce's aura. The other's brown eyes looked at him coldly, full of orders. Randall was surprised to find that Before my own thinking could react, the sentence "Okay" had already blurted out.

Bruce looked at Randall's shocked and reluctant expression, his eyes slowly softened.

Randall was a little annoyed, he stared at Bruce for two seconds, flattened his mouth, and then leaned forward.

The blond man's voice was very soft, and his breath was very close to Bruce. "Just treat it as a thank you gift."

Bruce flexed and stretched his fingers, and he tried his best to restrain his desire to touch because of Randall's breath.His omega was close in front of his eyes, with a wicked smile in his blue pupils.

Then Randall kissed him.

Bruce's pupils dilated slightly, and he felt Randall's moist lips, touching his lips lightly, and then deepening a little, the soft tip of his tongue slid across his teeth.Randall is a little lower than him, with his head tilted slightly, and Bruce can see the high bridge of his nose, the little shadow of the eyelashes under the eyelids, the wet blond hair at the corner of his forehead.

The CIA's senior executives have finally given up their armor.He suddenly reached out and hugged Randall, pulled him into his arms, and then responded to Randall's kiss.

When Randall realized that he was almost hypoxic, Bruce held him so tightly that he almost strangled him into his chest. He heard the extremely violent heartbeats of both of them.Body fluids were exchanged in the mouth, Bruce's taste surrounded him, and the kiss that was originally only a kind of provocation and intended to be tasted made him so addicted.dizzy.

enough.It should not continue.

Randall opened his eyes, and he found that he couldn't look directly into Bruce's eyes, he was afraid that he would be sucked in by the brown pupil again and couldn't extricate himself.The blond man's eyes looked away, and he tried hard to get out of Bruce's arms.

Then he found that the man's arm was immobilized like an iron hoop, and Bruce suddenly increased his strength.

"Let go of me Bruce—" Randall muttered dissatisfiedly,—

"boom!"

Randall only felt that his whole body was being held and rotated by Bruce, and the scene in his sight changed rapidly. He already had an ominous premonition in his heart. When he raised his head, he met Bruce's eyes, and then there was a strong smell of blood.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Randall finally broke free from Bruce's arms. This time he didn't need much effort. The blond man quickly took out a pistol from Bruce's pocket and fired three times.The dying agent in the distance, who had just been hit in the chest by him, finally fell down and couldn't get up again.

For the first time, Randall had never hated his quick reflexes.

He didn't care to put away the pistol, cursed in a low voice, and knelt down.

Bruce leaned against the stained wall, his blood trickling down the cracks in the bricks.Randall licked his lips. The smell of rust made his throat suddenly dry and he couldn't make any sound.

"...Are you okay...Are you okay Bruce..."

The bullet entered Bruce's left shoulder blade without exit.If he hadn't reversed the direction of the two people, the bullet might be stuck in his heart right now.Randall quickly tore off Bruce's clothes, the color of the blood on the black woolen coat was not eye-catching, but the wet feeling of the tentacles made Randall's face look ugly again.

Bruce's voice was still calm, and he said slowly: "It's okay." The man tried to get away from the wall behind him and stand up straight, this action made the blood on his left shoulder spurt out at an accelerated rate.

"Hold on tight!" Randall roared. He tore Bruce's clothes with one hand, and pressed Bruce back to his original position with the other hand. His voice was rough, but his movements were careful.

The dark-haired man turned his head slightly, and he saw Randall's trembling hands.

Bruce's tone was flat, "I thought you had learned to check the life and death of the target first after shooting." He said, but there was no sense of blame, but a bit of conniving gentleness.

Randall said angrily: "I thought you already knew that the reaction to seeing a sudden attack should be to draw a gun instead of using your back to block the gun!"

Bruce didn't seem to care about the blond man's retort. He watched Randall take a shirt from all over his body to bandage his wound, and his eyes flicked from the blond man's open windbreaker.

Randall was very close to Bruce. The smell of blood from Bruce's body stimulated the sense of smell. Randall's hand had stopped shaking. He tightened the tourniquet, but he still needed to talk non-stop to divert his attention .When Bruce's blood spattered his face, he felt like his heart stopped beating.

Randall is not afraid of anything, he is not afraid of nature, death, or self-destruction, but he is afraid of Bruce actually falling in front of him, so scared to death.

Even if he would never admit it.

"Damn it, you obviously have a gun, why didn't you shoot the agent first when you saw that the agent was still alive!"

— because you know that killing him is too late to stop his bullet from hitting me? !

"I didn't know that the senior officers of the CIA were in such a mess!"

——Did you fucking think that I would take your love? !

"Shot in front of me, Mr. Bruce, where did you put your agent!"

——Damn it, I was not plotted to death by the enemy, but I was scared to death by you, okay? !

Bruce laughed softly.He let Randall curse himself endlessly, and watched the blond man's slender fingers dexterously bandage the wound temporarily to stop the bleeding, and the curved corners of his lips never let go.

His omega was close at hand, Bruce blinked, the loss of blood did not affect the joy in his heart.

"You said you were my agent." Bruce said, he bit the word "my" very hard: "Of course I won't let others hurt you."

As he spoke, he pressed a kiss to Randall's forehead.