On the quality improvement of Omega agents

in the office.

It was still early outside, and Bruce sat alone behind the desk, and the pen smoothly signed his name behind the document. The black-haired man had a flat expression, as if he hadn't heard the gunshot outside.

Garcia came in from the door, and she tried to calm her tone, "Sir, the special mission has been invaded, and the intruder is unknown."

Bruce looked lightly: "Got it."

Garcia squeezed his fingers and said, "Need to notify the Pentagon?"

Bruce pondered for a while, "No need," the man said in a straight tone without any ups and downs, "It's too late now,"

Female

The soldier's expression froze, and she put her fingers on the holster around her waist. At the same time, the door of the office suddenly opened, and the two of them turned their heads in unison.

Randall followed Breakpoint [-] lazily. He looked relaxed, without any sign of being in crisis.The blond man leaned against the door frame. He looked at Bruce in the room and narrowed his eyes slightly.

No one spoke.

Garcia's gun was already in hand, the safety was on and the bullets were loaded.Breakpoint No. [-] watched the female soldier's movements with a contemptuous smile on her face.

Bruce put down the pen in his hand, he stood up, thinking about breakpoint number four, "I don't remember any order from the special service to call you back."

Breakpoint No. [-] showed a smile, looking polite and gentle, he said: "After all, I am your agent, of course I have to come back to visit from time to time." He paused meaningfully, and said: "If you don't come back , how do I know Breakpoint No. [-] has been imprisoned by you."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and the coldness from the man suddenly radiated out, overwhelming. "You care too much, Breakpoint Four."

Breakpoint Four took a slight step back, still smiling lazily.

"Shouldn't you say hello to the chief, Randall?"

The blond man took a slow step forward, and his eyes turned around Bruce, as if he hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Good evening, sir."

Bruce didn't speak, and nodded slightly.

Breakpoint No. [-] smiled with interest. He stepped aside and said to Randall, "Now is the time to prove it." His smile was filled with cruelty and bloodthirsty, "Freedom is always expensive. price."

Randall narrowed his eyes.

Breakpoint Four was insane, he was almost sure of it.The blond man slowly held the gun in his hand.Breakpoint agents have always been good at predicting danger, and Bruce's actions pushed Breakpoint No. [-], who was already on the cliff, to the last step. The counterattack is always the fiercest in the desperate situation of beasts.

They all have nothing and nothing, and it is the best ending to die together.

Randall looked up at Bruce, but the other person's expression was unpredictable. He couldn't guess the man's next move for a while, but at the same time as Breakpoint [-] was speaking, he had already moved, and his figure was swiftly moving towards the man next to him. Garcia pounced.The muffled sound of physical collisions in close combat made one's teeth sore.The resistance of the female soldiers is nothing more than a piece of cake for Breakpoint Four.

Bruce watched the loyal female subordinate fall down, and suddenly said, "Don't touch her." He said to Breakpoint Four.

Bruce looked into the subordinate's eyes, blue and almost indistinguishable from Randall's.But he just knows that even with thousands of pairs of blue eyes, they are still different from the person in his heart.

The untamed leopard's eyes are always shining with pride.The kind of pride that can't be washed away even after experiencing many bloody storms and treacherous events can no longer be called the arrogance of a teenager, but a kind of spirit.

His Randall, exclusive.

And Bruce Stewart loved him for it.

His little leopard is very ferocious, he can eat the flesh and drink the blood of the enemy, he is eager to pursue a free world, and even shows his fangs to Bruce, but he still knows how to go home.

At least that's how Bruce convinced himself, I love him because he's destined to come back to me.

Rather than involuntarily.

Breakpoint No. [-] really listened to Bruce's words. He stopped, took a step back, and then looked at Randall behind him leisurely and said, "Hey, it's your turn now."

Bruce was still standing behind the desk, his expression hadn't changed much since the two uninvited guests came in, as if he wasn't the one who was facing life and death at the moment, he glanced at Garcia, the loyal female adjutant now fell On the office floor, there was no sound.

No. [-] looked at Bruce's body covered by the desk, showing an expression that suddenly reminded him of something, and he said, "Please, sir, get out of there. After all, I have to guard against your other actions."

Bruce raised his chin expressionlessly, moved his arm slightly, and pushed back the drawer that had been opened without showing a trace. There was a pistol in it.Bruce moved away from the desk slowly. He stood in the open space of the house, with the white wall behind him and a portrait hanging on it, which contrasted with the man's temperament more vividly.

Breakpoint No. [-] straightened his back unconsciously. In front of this man, even if he had murderous intentions in his heart, he had to concentrate all his energy and fight with all his strength.

Because that's Bruce Stewart.

Randall didn't even look at Garcia who was lying on the ground, he slowly raised his hand, the black muzzle of his gun was facing her dear officer, "I'm sorry, sir."

He only has one bullet.

Bruce spoke suddenly, and he said wait a minute.

Randall's index finger rested loosely on the trigger, and he even tilted his head innocently, as if expecting what Bruce would say next.He motioned for Bruce to continue.

The dark-haired man blinked his eyes rarely, and he said slowly, "I'm serious about what I said before, Randall,"

Bruce saw the blond man's trigger finger tremble slightly. He was sure it was not a hallucination. Bruce wanted to continue talking, but Randall made a sudden movement, and the action of his finger pulling the trigger seemed to become a slow motion in an instant. Gunshots rang out.

"boom--"

This is the first bullet.

"boom--"

This is the second bullet.

The two shots almost overlapped, Bruce stood still, the bullet hit the wall behind him, and the photo of him in his old Marine uniform flickered twice, but it didn't fall.Then Randall's voice, "I've always wondered what words to use to compliment your marksmanship chief," he said, "since rookie days."

Then Bruce returned a smile, Breakpoint Four had fallen to the ground and turned into a corpse, blood was flowing out little by little, still warm.

Some things seem a hundred times more dangerous, but they end in a flash.

Randall, thinking, this should be the story mode he is used to, ending with the death of the person with ulterior motives, and smiling at the protagonist without any danger, and perhaps his little excitement caused by the surge of adrenaline, but Not now, the back drenched in cold sweat and the heart beating wildly at the moment of shooting.

"Aren't you going to sound the alarm or something?" Randall said with a smile, and he took a deep breath to calm his breathing, heartbeat and expression.

Bruce looked at him indifferently, and asked, "You're still my prisoner, aren't you?"

The blond man shrugged his shoulders, "Since you said so," his eyes glowed with joy, "I won't leave, now." Randall blinked slyly.

Bruce raised his chin, seemingly unmoved by the still-warm body lying on the ground.He didn't let himself pay too much attention to the sly attributives in Randall's words.The black-haired man's voice seemed a bit meaningful, "Hey, it's really not a good time to confess your love just now."

Randall was taken aback.

Then he watched the dark-haired man come up and kiss his lips.

The gun in Randall's hand hadn't had time to put it down, and it was poking hard at Bruce's chest, and the senior CIA officer didn't care that an agent who had just betrayed the Special Service was holding a pistol against his chest.He kissed Randall.

The blond agent barely had time to react, he couldn't hide his trembling, and threw himself into the kiss.

Bruce's arm was very strong, and when Randall realized that he was leaning towards the black-haired man, he seemed unable to break free from this embrace. The alpha's scent made him feel safe, and Randall knew it was because of the markings.

Maybe also because of what Bruce said just now.