Bomb Disposal Elite

The man in front of him looked quite handsome, the curve formed by his chin and cheekbones was strong but not ostentatious, his aqua blue eyes made his face a little gentler.

Jack patted him from behind, "Okay! You are the most handsome in our row! George Clooney is not as charming as you!"

"Who is George Clooney?" Vincent searched in his brain, there was no one with this name among the comrades he knew.

Jack touched his head with a look of helplessness, "Brother, you are either pretending to be a fool to get revenge on me, or you should really go for another MRI! George Clooney is your ex-girlfriend's favorite The movie star, who is now said to be hooked on Johnny Dipp."

Vincent didn't listen to Jack's words.It's not him in the mirror!Opening the door blankly, sitting on the toilet, Vincent swallowed.What exactly is going on?Is the experience of more than four months in Baghdad just a movie?

A cyan tattoo protruded from his forearm, he touched it, he had never tattooed anything on his body, and this height... Vincent is only 1.7 meters eight, this body looks 1.8 meters two to say the least .

Is he Vincent Mann or Shawn Ives?

He walked out of the bathroom, and Jack was still waiting for him, "Dude, you finally came out!"

"Jack, you said I bumped my head to protect you."

"Yes."

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Go ahead, as long as I don't rob a bank or give you my girlfriend."

"I want you to find someone for me, Vincent Mann. Sergeant rank, served at T25 Air Force Base, transferred to EOD in Baghdad four months ago. Find him and tell me how he is now." Vincent lay back on the hospital bed, looked at Jack who was a little surprised and added, "Also...I said that I don't remember many things, it's true."

Jack's mouth was open enough to hold a Philips light bulb.

In the afternoon, the doctor came to check him again, and it turned out that there was nothing wrong with him.A series of tests followed, showing that there was nothing weird about Vincent's IQ or way of thinking either.

A few days later, Vincent returned to the Special Forces Reserve.

Those comrades who came up to care about him one by one, but he didn't know any of them.

His company commander called him into the office and asked about his situation.An assessment specialist within the army asked him a lot of questions and made him fill out a test paper in front of him.

What the evaluation experts mean is that Sean Ives has indeed forgotten all the things he was in the support company, but he still remembers the daily confidence handling and most of the routine military discipline in the army, so it is recommended that Sean continue to stay in the support company.He will come back for another evaluation in three months, and if the situation does not improve or he cannot adapt to the special forces, he will apply for discharge from the army.

When he returned to his dormitory, no matter how the room was furnished, he was not familiar with it.Vincent fell on the bed, caught a glimpse of his ID, took it over and looked at it, and couldn't help but sneered.Sean Iwes and Vincent Mann have the same birthday.

Vincent, no... It should be said that Sean doesn't have to participate in practice today.In the evening, Jack came to visit him.

"Hey Sean. I got the guy you were talking about."

"How?" Sean sat up all of a sudden (from now on, the protagonist's name is Sean Ives).

"This guy was shot in the neck artery by the rebels two weeks ago when he was performing an EOD mission in Baghdad, so... honorable." Jack naturally sat on Sean's bed, "It seems like today is his Funerals, things like playing the national anthem and presenting American flags to relatives..."

Did he really die?But why did he become Sean?

"That guy died the same day you hit your head," Jack added.

Because they had the same birthday and one sacrificed the other and hit his head on the same day, Vincent entered Sean's body... Or did Sean possess Vincent's memory?No, if that's the case, why don't I have any memory of Sean?

He sighed.

Jack patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey bro...it doesn't matter if Vincent has anything to do with you or he stole your ex-girlfriend, he's dead. That means he doesn't exist in this world It's on, so I hope you can join the training well... You know that maybe one day we will go out to perform missions, and I don't want you to be played the national anthem and give the national flag like that Vincent..."

Sean was slightly taken aback, that's right... Vincent is dead, this is absolutely true.No matter how much he wanted to be Vincent Mann, but now he had no choice.How precious it is to have another life.

Three days later, Sean began his Special Forces training.

When he participated in the long-distance running with everyone on the first day, Sean thought he would not be able to hold on, but he forgot that this body did not belong to Vincent, but belonged to a special soldier who had undergone several years of training.

The disassembly and assembly of guns is the most troublesome for him, because he is not allowed to see with his eyes, and everything can only be done by feeling.The accuracy of shooting is not as good as other comrades in arms. Often a team will be punished because of him and run long distances with heavy loads.

He was very guilty, but none of his comrades complained to him, they only said that they hoped that he could adapt as soon as possible.

During the long-distance race, a company passed by them.Sean could feel a line of sight focused on him all the time, and when he turned his head to look for it, he found nothing.

After a long-distance run with a heavy load, Sean panted and looked at his other teammates.For the first time, he realized that his body was really different from before.If in the past, even if he ran such a long distance without weight, he would have vomited now, instead of just holding his knees and panting.

"Hey," Jack came over and patted him, "We're going to practice hand-to-hand combat with League C this afternoon, can you do it?"

Close combat?Of course not!Wouldn't he be instantly killed if he went up with his current ability?

Sean punched Jack with his fist, "Remember to carry me back."

Sean was indeed beaten badly.His opponent was Andrew Fisher of League C. The opponent's movements were so fast and fierce that he didn't even have a chance to see them clearly.

During dinner, Sean couldn't keep his mouth open.

Andrew came over, “I heard you don’t remember anything?”

"Well, I don't remember." Sean glanced at him.Andrew's appearance is very similar to the former Vincent, handsome and elegant, only when you are against him when he is about to wring your throat, you can feel the chill in this man.

Andrew whistled, "You must know that we were the two who were the best at fighting in Company C and Company D."

"I'm sorry, I fell on my head. If I fell to my legs, arms, etc., I might be discharged from the army directly." Xiao En sighed. If he really retired from the army, he wanted to continue his studies in college. Anyway, he With the wisdom of Vincent in his head.

"If you leave the army, I will be alone." Andrew glanced at Sean, and there were too many complicated emotions in it for Sean to react.

"You will be lonely now, because I am no longer your opponent."

As soon as he talked about close combat, Andrew got excited. He even pulled Sean's arm and began to speak, such as how to punch, where to hit, and what angle will have what effect.

At first Sean just wanted to stay by himself for a while, but after listening to it, he became interested.The two even gestured together.

Andrew's movements were no longer as vigorous as in training, and he moved very slowly. His purpose was to let Sean understand these movements.

"Twist it like this, and the enemy will be pressed to the ground."

Sean's arm was pinned behind Andrew skillfully. He thought that Andrew would stop there, but he didn't expect that he really pressed himself to the ground and pressed his knee against his back.

Sean's jaw hurt, "Hey! Brother, put me up!"

Andrew chuckled, his hoarseness seemed to be close to his ear.His other hand slid down Sean's waist and kneaded his buttocks, "Brother, if you admit defeat, I'll let you go!"

In the army, some colorful jokes are often made, and even hands and feet are used.When Sean was Vincent, he used to shoot pistols with his comrades, but he didn't like being pressed down to make such actions.

"Andrew! Put me up!" he yelled.

"Baby, you haven't conceded yet!" Andrew's palm movements became more and more ambiguous, and several comrades passed by wearing camouflage uniforms. They seemed to be accustomed to such jokes, and they just pointed their middle fingers and walked over.

But Sean was red from neck to ear.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Sean flipped violently, reached out to hold Andrew's shoulders, and pushed his knees, the whole movement was smooth and fast.When Sean came back to his senses, Andrew was being pressed down by him, with a playful smile on his mouth.

"Sean, I think you actually remember how to beat me."

"I'm sorry." Sean got up and watched Andrew stand up neatly, "Please don't make such jokes again in the future."

Andrew smiled again, the curves of his lips and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes made him mature and attractive, his fingers brushed against Sean's chin, but Sean dodged it, "Next time you beat me, I will I won't joke with you anymore."

Sean was about to say something, but Andrew stretched his waist and left.

His muscles stretched out in a graceful arc, like a black panther ready to go.

Sean sighed and returned to the dormitory.

Before turning off the lights, Jack came to find himself. This is something he must do every night before going to bed, to confirm how his good brother is feeling today and whether he has adapted to the support company.

"What kind of man is Andrew Fisher?"