Bomb Disposal Elite

The author has something to say: I wish everyone a happy winter solstice.

The background of this article comes from the movie "The Hurt Locker". If there is anything more professional, I don't know it. You can go and watch the movie, but the movie is relatively realistic and dull.

I believe those who have been reading my articles know that I am no longer a student. I am under a lot of pressure at work and have less time than before.So I sincerely hope that I will be happy when I write, and share the stories in my mind with everyone.

At noon in Baghdad, the US military stationed in Iraq was evacuating the crowd of onlookers and driving them away from the scene.

The mother was running with the child, and the old car swayed away along the side of the road.

The soldier pointed a gun at a few locals who were still watching and whispering, and signaled them to leave immediately.

A Humvee drove into the guarded area against the flow of people. When it stopped, three American soldiers in camouflage uniforms and helmets jumped out of the car.The first man squatted on the ground and carefully observed the flow of people and the surrounding environment, while the second and third comrades followed him down to the ground with their guns in hand, forming a triangular guard posture.

The person walking in the front called "Snape" (homophone for sniper) as a volunteer soldier from the CIA. His duty was to observe the surrounding crowd, find out potential rebel party members as much as possible and cover his companions.

Vincent Mann, who was carrying a communicator, followed behind him.He is 28 years old, transferred from an air force base, already has two master's degrees, he is the only technical soldier in this group, if it is not because of the recruitment of Iraq, he may be studying at Yale University for his Ph.D. struggle in the laboratory.Of course, Iraq is a completely different battlefield than Yale, and either way, it's nerve-wracking.Holding the gun, he looked around carefully, and when he found that there was nothing suspicious for the time being, the team leader also walked down with the gun.

Their captain has a very long scar on his face, which is said to be scratched by fragments of bombs while performing missions at an airport in a war-torn area in Africa, a symbol of heroism.He grinned, patted Vincent on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous, boy, we haven't entered the 25-meter death zone yet, those lunatics didn't press the bomb so quickly."

Vincent gave him a blank look, since he wasn't the one who went to defuse the bomb anyway.

After finding out the location of the bomb and finding that it is impossible to detonate the bomb with a small robot, the captain decided to go into battle himself.Putting on a heavy explosion-proof suit, he walked slowly towards the pile of rocks where the bomb was buried.

While walking, he chatted with the two team members who were on guard.

"Hi, congratulations, this is the No.90 nine bomb I encountered in Iraq."

"Congratulations." Vincent said lightly. The captain needed to say something to them to ease the tension, but Vincent needed to concentrate on observing the expressions and movements of every onlooker.Those residents standing on the balcony watching the show, and the peddlers who are unwilling to leave by the stalls, each of them looks very ordinary, but even the posture of bowing their heads or raising their hands makes Vincent and Sneaker feel different. Pu's nerves were pulled to death.

"Brothers, have you ever wondered what would be the first thing you would do if you left the battlefield alive?" The captain's breathing was heavy, not just because of the sweltering heat inside the protective suit, but more because of the fear of impending death.

"Tell my colleagues not to agree to go to war no matter how many letters the president writes to you." Snape's voice was smiling, but Vincent knew he was just trying to brighten the atmosphere, and Snape's nervousness No less than the captain walking towards the bomb.

Vincent's gun was pointed at a woman in a black veil. She lowered her head and was probably reading a text message on her mobile phone, but it soon proved that she had just brought the child into the house.The breath held in his throat can finally be exhaled.

"What about you? Petite and lovely Vincent?"

Compared with other U.S. troops stationed in Iraq, Vincent looks thinner. Although he goes to the gym at least twice a week and has sexy and beautiful muscles, compared with the Army Special Forces or other advance team members, he is still weak. Too "petite".At first, other members of the EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal Control Center) team tried to touch him, and he was indeed not their opponent. When he was beaten miserably and fell to the ground, his team leader came over and just hugged him. He folded his arms and said, "If it were me, I would not touch my comrades. You must know that on the battlefield, technical soldiers are our backs."

I don’t know if it’s because of this sentence or because he is an old fritter in EOD, or if the reasoning really made sense to the gangsters, and after that, no one dared to touch Vincent again.Afterwards, when there were no missions, the captain would teach Vincent a little, and occasionally repair him badly.The fact is that Vincent has also grown a lot of real muscles besides being beautiful, and his figure and facial features have also become tougher.

"For me, go back and have sex with Emily hard." Vincent saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in the scope. His expression was different from the others, and he was not curious, watching or worried. Look, but calm as if he already knew what was going to happen.

"Baby, trust me, when you return to lovely America, there will be no more Emily in your eyes."

Emily is Vincent's fiancée, and the two have known each other since their first year of college.After graduating from Vincent University, he entered a research institute at an air force base, and the two spent less and less time together. When Vincent saw Emily again, she was already pregnant, and the child was definitely not him. Yes, breaking up became inevitable.But Vincent was really sad. He drank too much and stayed in the room to avoid participating in the circuit experiment. In the end, the professor, also a soldier with the title of lieutenant colonel, held his collar and said, "I would rather you be like other technical soldiers. Even if you die on the battlefield, I don't want to see you drunk in the dormitory room of the base!"

Then Vincent made a report, received three months of training, and was assigned to the EOD in Baghdad.

"Hey, my dears, I seem to have entered the 25-meter death zone." The captain's breathing became heavier.

"Company A has a beer party tonight, and our team must go," said Snape.

Vincent's gun continued to point at the boy, his hand was in the pocket of his dark yellow trousers, Vincent carefully identified it, and he took out a mobile phone.

"Put down your phone!" Vincent rushed over, shouting, "Snape, that boy has a phone!"

"Shoot!" Snape responded, not being able to hit the boy at an angle.

The locals around the boy saw the American soldiers rushing over with their guns, and scattered. Only the boy's fingers seemed to be typing something on the phone quickly.

Vincent pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the phone exploded with a bang.

At the same time, there was a sound in Vincent's ear, something passed through the side of his neck, and the liquid flowed down sticky.

He fell backwards, and the world whirled.

Snape fired four or five shots at one of the windows, and then ran to his side.

Vincent knew he had been shot, and while hitting the boy's phone, he was also shot by a hidden sniper.

Snape's expression was horrifying, he seemed to be shouting something, he unbuttoned Vincent's helmet, and put his palm on his neck.

Vincent swallowed, breathing harder and harder.

Closing his eyes, Snape's face, the Captain, and Emily flashed through his mind, all submerged in darkness.

Although he had fantasized about this moment countless times, Vincent's heart was filled with fear.

He had never been so eager for the oxygen in his lung cavity, and he wanted to see the world clearly with his eyes wide open, as if he could stay in this way.

When Vincent woke up again, he saw the shining ceiling and heard the regular beeping of instruments.

His distracted eyes gradually focused on a room in a certain hospital. Vincent took a deep breath, felt the filling of his lung cavity, and then realized—he wasn't dead yet!

He reached out to touch his neck, pressed it for a long time but found that there was no gauze or wound there, what's going on?Isn't the place where I was shot in the neck?He touched the rest of his body, and even when he moved, nothing hurt except... his head.

Finally, he found a place wrapped in gauze and bandages.But if the head was hit, how could he wake up?Even if you don't die, it is more realistic to become a vegetable or a fool, right?

He struggled to get up, at this time a nurse opened the door and hurried over to support him, "Sergeant! You can't get up!"

Vincent only felt dizzy from a shock, so he went back to the hospital bed.

Soon a doctor came over and did some examinations on him, and said happily, "Sergeant Ives, I think you're fine. We'll take a brain scan later to make sure."

Vincent was stunned, and grabbed his corner, "Sergeant Elvis?"

His rank is indeed sergeant, but his surname is "Mann".

The doctor looked at the record in his hand, "Yes, Sergeant Sean Ives."

Looking at the back of the doctor leaving, Vincent couldn't help but be surprised. He was injured not on the neck but on the head. He was called Sean Ives instead of Vincent Mann?Is this just a doctor reading the wrong record?

At this moment, a guy in an army uniform walked in and saw Vincent sitting on the hospital bed excitedly hugging him.

"Sean, you're finally fine! You've been asleep for two and a half days, and I'll die of guilt if you don't wake up!"

Sean?This guy also calls himself Sean?

"who are you?"

"Who am I?" The guy hugging himself showed a surprised expression, "We are comrades in the same class! Jack Alvin! During the climbing training two days ago, I fell from a high place, and you wanted to catch me He hit his head when he landed!"

"Are you from EOD too?"

"What EOD? I still have ET!"

"I'm asking you... which unit do we belong to?" What's going on?Isn't this guy from EOD?

"Listen, we are the 2nd Battalion Support Company of the Army Special Forces Reserve."

"Not the explosive ordnance disposal unit or the T25 Air Force Base?" Vincent thought he was dreaming, or was the scene of being hit in Baghdad a dream?

"Sean, what's the matter with you? I think I'd better call the doctor to take a look!"

"No need!" Vincent grabbed him, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'm going now!"

"Okay! Okay! Don't get excited, I'll accompany you!"

When Vincent went to the bathroom, he didn't go to the urinal but stood in front of the mirror, he was stunned.The one in the mirror is not the self in his memory at all!