Have you ever seen an omega on the battlefield?
Omegas who are not on the battlefield as medical rescue teams or civilian officials, fighting in ton-level mechas. Such a weak and beautiful class has been born with unfair advantages in terms of strength, physical fitness, and mechanics. Omegas have almost no chance of being on the battlefield...
"Call sniper, please reply!"
"Yan Bai is in position, the target is 1.5 Kilometers from the three o'clock direction."
The silver-blue mecha was painted with invisible paint, and only the sniper wooden cabin flashed red light, with precise displacement in microns. As a top sniper, it is unimaginable that the mecha pilot who supports such a rigorous operation is an omega - or even just an inferior omega!
"I said, you should attach pheromones to the light bombs and let the enemy experience the pain of nailing the wall with your nails!"
"Get lost."
While speaking coldly, a luminous bullet burst out silently and plunged into the battery slot of the escaping mecha. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the battery began to spontaneously ignite. The fire quickly spread to the fuselage. With a "click", the pilot flew through the security system and escaped from the cockpit.
"Fuck, fuck, it's cheating again!"
Yan Bai has recovered the wooden warehouse and regained his destiny. He raised the corners of his mouth provocatively, and faintly revealed the words on his smoky pink lips: "Yes, I have been cheating my whole life."
My name is Yan Bai, an inferior omega, pheromone belongs to sound, touch double mimicry - fingernails against the wall. As a mecha sniper, my life is indeed a pervert.
Because this is my second life - oh, I am reborn!
"No..."
"Collected pheromones..."
The tall and strong alpha in front of him gritted his teeth and trembled slightly. The pain made him sweat lightly, and his eyes were stained with crimson.
"Begging me?"
He groaned and threw his head to the side, his eyelashes soaked with sweat. The alpha's beastly desire to conquer was gone, leaving only submission.
Yan Bai smiled happily and lay back on the leather sofa, the scratching sound neutralizing the sharp pheromones.
"Call Master, Master will take pity on you."
Haha, I, Yan Bai, will only be the master in this life! !
Intention: Hold the power in your own hands.