Bomb Disposal Elite

"Impossible?" Sean struggled, turned sideways and kicked Hawkins, who let go of his shoulders, hugged his legs with both hands, and lifted him up. This posture is like a love movie In the movie, the male protagonist hugged the female protagonist, and almost raised his head for a kiss.

This made Sean even more sullen. He knew that if he calmed down, Hawkins would not be able to catch him so easily.

"Because I want you."

"You mean that even if I report to my old boss in the Special Forces, it is impossible to be transferred back?" Sean felt that Hawkins' current behavior was not only conceited but also inexplicable.He contradicted Hawkins today, and it stands to reason that Hawkins should have kicked him out of his team.

"It's never possible." There was a little smile on the corner of Hawkins' mouth, it was not cold but it was absolutely hard for ordinary people to notice.

Sean sneered, and punched Hawkins in the face from top to bottom. Because of the speed and strength, he didn't dodge it, but Hawkins finally let go.

"Unless I die, right?" Sean, who was free, took out the transfer letter from his pocket and squeezed it hard.

"No, unless I'm dead." Howkins didn't touch his cheekbone, "You can try to submit it, no matter how many letters you write, you still have to stay in my team .”

Sean looked at the back of Howkins leaving, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

What does Hawkins appreciate about himself that makes him have to be kept in his team?Because he is from the special forces?Come on, that guy's skills are not amazing, and there are many specially trained soldiers in the camp.Because I contradicted him today?Well, Sean Ives probably won't have a good life in the future.

Sean returned to his room depressed, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Rick opened the unlocked door with a beer in his hand, "Hey, Sean. I heard from the detonator that the car bomb exploded today could cause a sandstorm."

"Really." Sean said weakly.

"Still angry about Hawkins?" Rick put the bottle on the table, saw his transfer report, and then fell silent.

Sean thought he was going to say something, but Rick was just drinking beer by himself.

"Why don't you talk?" Sean glanced at him.

"Say what? It would be nice if you could get transferred back to the Special Forces, it's hell here."

Sean stretched his arms, "Give me the beer, Hawkins said there's no way I'd be transferred from his team."

Rick chuckled and handed over the beer, "If that's what he said, then you really can't leave."

"why?"

"It's just what I heard." Rick raised his beer bottle, "Hawkins' father is a lieutenant general of the Air Force, and his grandfather is an important official of the Ministry of Defense. As for his mother... I heard that he came from a very powerful arms dealer family. That is to say, although he has no official rank, what he wants in the military camp, the higher-ups have to give him. If he doesn't want, the higher-ups will let that person go away."

"It's indeed 'heard'. If he has such a background and has already been in the military like a fish in water, why would he come to Baghdad and be an EOD in a 'death camp'?" Sean felt that what Rick said was simply nonsense talk.

"Sean, not everyone likes to live under the aura of the family, let alone a lunatic like Hawkins."

Although Sean didn't take what Rick described very seriously, the phrase "crazy" still pleased him.

At this time, Hawkins sat at the desk, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "I'm Haven Hawkins, please help me pick up Lieutenant General Hawkins."

Half a minute later, the voice on the other end of the phone rang, "Hello, Haiwen. Did you finally know you're coming back after calling? Tell me, which unit to go to and I'll arrange it for you."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Hawkins' mouth, and he was playing with the detonator removed from the car today, "Montero James is in Baghdad."

"What did you say--"

"I said that Montero James is in Baghdad and is still making bombs for rebel groups. Today I removed the detonator of the bomb and his signature is on it." Hawkins crossed his legs and waited leisurely for the other side of the phone. Reaction.

"Come back to me right away! Go back to America!"

"We have agreed. If I don't say go back, you can't ask me to go back."

"Fart! That lunatic James doesn't care which camp he joins, he just likes to watch the bomb go off!"

"You can send him a psychiatrist, like Dr. Gray. I won't go back, and you don't want me to use your base to test my bomb, do you?"

"Haven!"

"Oh, I forgot to say, not only James is a lunatic, I am also a lunatic." Hawkins hung up the phone, simply turned off the phone, then lay on his bed, reached out and scratched on the bedside table, only to find that his cigarette The box is empty.

He went out to buy a pack of cigarettes.Under the basketball hoop not far away, several people are playing.

Rick and Sean sat on the sidelines, smoking cigarettes, and sighed whenever the ball missed.

Snape, the big man on the field, gestured to Sean to shut up.Sean also returned a contemptuous gesture to him, and then laughed, his whole back was shaking.

Sean was laughing hard when Rick elbowed him.

"Why?" Sean turned his head sideways following Rick's line of sight, only to realize that Hawkins was sitting beside him.

Rick shrugged his eyebrows, meaning he didn't expect Hawkins to come and sit next to them.Sean was about to get up, but Hawkins grabbed him.

"Give me your pack of cigarettes."

Sean snorted and threw the cigarettes in his pocket into Hawkins' arms.He stood up again, but Hawkins held him back.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"There is no fire."

The veins on Sean's forehead were bulging, but he suppressed his desire to growl, and said in an extremely calm tone, "You can point a magnifying glass at the sun to make fire."

"I don't have a magnifying glass." Hawkins' answer made Rick beside him laugh out loud.

Sean glared at him, and threw the lighter in his pocket to Hawkins, "Sir, do you need anything else?"

His expression was exaggerated, and everyone knew that he was dissatisfied with Hawkins.

"Light a cigarette." Hawkins held the cigarette between his fingers and held it out in front of Sean.

Sean closed his eyes. He knew it was useless to get angry, because Hawkins didn't take him seriously.After lighting him a cigarette, Sean turned and left.

"Sean." Howkins took a puff on his cigarette. At first, Howkins called him "Ivis" or "Sergeant Ivis." It seems that he began to defuse the car bomb, and he called him "Sean." .

"what's up?"

"I want to remind you that we are in a group. If you have always harbored a rebellious mentality towards me, the one who died may not necessarily be me or you, but Rick may be the one."

Sean's heart sank.He knew that with his current state of mind, if he went on another mission, he would put the entire team in danger.Although he was dissatisfied with Hawkins, he would never forget that he was a soldier.

"I know."

"It's useless to know, can you do it?"

"I can do it."

"That's the best." After Hawkins finished speaking, he got up, "Come with me."

Sean followed behind him, and Rick smiled at him, "Go on, Sean, and I'll tell you Snape if they won or not."

Following Hawkins, Sean was a little curious, because he and Hawkins were people from two different worlds, and he couldn't imagine that Hawkins had anything to talk to him about.

Pushing open the door, Hawkins casually pointed to the chair beside the desk, and Sean pulled the chair out and sat on it.

Hawkins pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed, put it on the table with a bang, and then took a puff of a cigarette, the smoke rings slid across his eyebrows, mysterious and restrained.

"Do you collect detonators?" Sean saw the contents of the cardboard box, and couldn't help but reconfirmed that Hawkins was a lunatic.Who would store so many bomb parts and put them under the bed, would he be able to sleep?

"I can fall asleep." The corners of Hawkins' mouth turned up slightly, and Sean remembered that this guy was used to guessing other people's thoughts by looking at their expressions, "Take a closer look at these parts."

Sean picked them up and inspected them one by one. "Montero?" On each part, some carved with a knife, some written with a signature pen, the name "Montero" looked like the brand of these bombs.

"Yes, Montero, the designer and maker of these bombs. My old enemy in Afghanistan."

"He made the bomb, and you dismantled it?" Sean snorted.

"Yes."

"Now he came to Iraq from Afghanistan don't tell me... because of you."

"I do not know."

"You two are a natural pair of 'crazy'." Sean pressed his head, "Why did you show me these things?"

"When you first met me, you said that you would be my back. Whether you can fulfill your promise."

Sean looked at him, wanting to see more from his eyes.

However, Hawkins' eyes are locks, locking all thoughts inside.

"I can." Sean nodded, this is a promise made by one soldier to another, "But can you make every decision rationally?"

Hawkins smiled, and his eyes pulled out slender arcs, "Sean, if you want to beat a madman, you have to be crazier than him."

"You're trying to say that to beat Montero, you have to be more of a lunatic than him." Sean looked at him, "You want to take the lives of me and Rick for your own desire to win. As a bargaining chip?"

"Sean, you still don't seem to understand. The outcome between me and Montero is the life and death of you and Rick. So you have to help me win." Hawkins handed an application report in front of him, " I'm giving you a chance now to be transferred from this team. But as long as you are still in EOD, you will encounter the bomb made by Montero. Even one day you will perform other missions in the special forces, and you and your comrades will be killed. It could have been Montero's bomb that went up."