Bomb Disposal Elite

"Haven Howkins!" Anna called out, and Sean rubbed his nose. He didn't expect this female reporter to know Hawkins' name. It seems that she came for him.

There was nothing else to do, Sean patted the dust on his head and walked towards his dormitory.

And Hawkins didn't seem to hear anyone calling her, Sean frowned, and could feel Hawkins following behind him, what was that guy going to do?

Sean just opened the door and quickly wanted to squeeze in. Hawkins pressed his hands on the door frame and his chest pressed against Sean's back.Stopping his hands, Sean kicked back suddenly, and Hawkins turned sideways.Sean immediately raised his elbow, and the whole movement showed no mercy.

Hawkins stretched out his hand to block Sean's elbow, and bent it suddenly. Sean suffered pain, kicked his knee upwards, and kicked Hawkins on the lower abdomen, and then pulled back. When he hit the doorknob, Howkins threw him on the ground, and the two continued to wrestle.

Sean wanted to get up, and Hawkins pressed him hard.The harder Sean tried, the harder the opponent pushed him back, and in the end even the back of his head was almost cracked by the floor.

"What's the fucking fuck!" Sean finally smashed his head directly at the opponent, but Hawkins turned his face and kissed Sean's lips in an instant, sucking violently, and fixed his head on the floor.

"Uh...uh..." Sean tried to bounce his body, but Hawkins squeezed between his legs, no matter how much he wanted to kick Hawkins into the minefield in Baghdad, everything was in vain .

Hawkins withdrew from Sean's mouth, and pressed his lips against his, "Can a woman kiss you like this?"

"I'll fuck you!" Sean moved back, but Hawkins held him down again.

"Why are you angry? I just kissed you and didn't fuck you."

"Put me up! Immediately!" Sean moved, but Hawkins pressed him like an iron hoop, full of oppression from top to bottom.

Gritting his teeth, Sean bumped his head back against the corner of the table, and the pile of DVD discs on the edge of the table fell down and landed on top of Hawkins' head. Sean took the opportunity to kick him sideways, and Hawkins supported himself, And Sean held Hawkins directly by the collar, and when the two came to the open space, Sean punched them.

Soon, both of them failed. Sean was swollen on the left side of the cheek by Hawkins, and Sean kicked him in the side.

Gradually, many soldiers came to watch and yelled, and even Anna took photos with her camera.

Suddenly, Hawkins pushed Sean away and walked towards Anna, "Here."

"What did you bring?" Anna smiled smugly.

Howkins directly pulled her camera over, poured out the film inside, yanked it and threw it back to her.

"What are you doing! Second Lieutenant Haven Howkins! You are fighting with your own team members, don't you allow reporters to report?" Anna raised her head and looked into Hawkins' eyes.

Sean touched the corner of his bloodshot lips, laughing in his heart at Anna's courage to look at Hawkins like that.

For a while, the noisy crowd of onlookers fell silent.

"You will only report what you call the truth." Howkins turned around and grabbed Sean.

"What are you doing!" Sean shook off his hand.

"Go to Luis for the medicine, the fingers on your left hand are twisted, aren't you?"

Sean snorted. Fortunately, it was only the fingers of his left hand. If it was his right hand, he would be "discharged with dishonor" because he "fighted" with his team leader.

Anna tilted her head, looking at the backs of those two people leaving.

She didn't understand why the two people who were beaten to death just now seemed to be living in peace again?

"Isn't it the first time Sean got mad at that guy Hawkins?" Snape shook his head among the soldiers who gradually dispersed.

Scar patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, Sean is the only one who can stand Hawkins. You should be thankful that your team leader is me, otherwise you would have gone up with a gun and stunned him!"

At night, Dr. Gray was sitting on his bed, holding a PSP and playing games, when someone knocked on the door outside, he simply covered the quilt to cover the light of the screen, pretending that he was not there.

"Open the door, or I kick the door open."

Gray sat up abruptly, "No way..."

Look again, the words gameover appear on the screen.

"Well, one month's time hasn't come yet, and I don't need to fill out the psychological evaluation form for the time being." Dr. Gray knew that Hawkins was not the type to let it go, so he reluctantly got out of bed and opened the door.

The other party came in, pulled his chair away, sat down, spread his legs, and put his hands on his thighs.

Dr. Gray swallowed, he knew that if it was a new female reporter sitting in this position, it would be very hot and hot, but unfortunately Hawkins' position would only make people feel more stressed.

"I've done everything in my power to keep Sergeant Ives on your team." So there's no reason for you to kick me out of the US troops again.

"Today I had a fight with him."

Dr. Gray twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "Then, what is the reason for your fight?"

"I kissed him."

Dr. Gray touched his forehead, but luckily it was just a kiss. Since Hawkins' brain has only progressed to the point of a kiss, it seems that God still favors Sean.

"Then it's normal for him to want to beat you up. For example... what would happen to you if your boss, Captain Clay, kissed you?"

"Break his limbs and give him a bomb."

"So, Sergeant Ivis is just going to beat you up which means he's more sensible than you."

"Doctor, I want to fuck him."

"Hmm." Gray leaned back in his chair, thinking about the game that hadn't been cleared yet.

"When he exerts force, his entire back will be tensed, like a string that will break at any time."

"Uh-huh." I guarantee Sergeant Avis's cranial nerves are about to burst right now, as is his back.

"And his neck." Howkins gestured at the position of the side neck with his fingers. "When using the little robot today, he leaned in front of the screen. I looked at the place where he showed his camouflage uniform. It was very sexy."

"Hmm." Gray inadvertently saw Hawkins' gaze, it was burning, and what was overflowing inside was not sexual desire but an extreme desire to possess.

"When I pinned him down, I got an erection. I really wanted to take off his pants and rub his ass hard."

"It's full of muscles, I bet there won't be a woman's touch." Dr. Gray had a hunch that if this conversation continued, it would become more and more lustful.He knew that he should stop Hawkins from continuing, but for some reason, when those ice-blue eyes suppressed some emotions that were about to burst, Dr. Gray suddenly had the desire to explore.

"I want to rush in, get into his body, ... to open him up so there's no space for him to think, to make him moan in despair, to call my name, to regret saying he liked Angelina Chu Li, if you want him to stay in my arms helplessly."

Hawkins' tone was as indifferent as ever, but every word, every sentence had an inexplicable force. Dr. Gray even felt that he saw Hawkins pressing Sean under him, possessing and sprinting fiercely... like The last wave that rushes toward destruction.

After a long time, Gray swallowed and said softly, "You are killing him."

"Yes, I want to kill him." Hawkins turned his head and looked out the window.

His existence itself is like a blade, sharp and ruthless.

Sean has only two fates.

Either be destroyed by him, or contain him.

At this time, Sean was lying on his bed, facing the Titanic, Jack said "You jump, I jump" to Ruth, the affectionate appearance made Sean laugh out loud, almost spilling the beer onto the sheets.

Rick came to him and saw him watching a movie, "Oh my God, you like this?"

Sean glanced at him, "This is Dr. Gray's treasure."

He moved a little bit, patted the bed sheet, "Would you like to come and watch it together?"

Rick took the empty seat left by Sean, and the two lay side by side on the bed, watching the picture on the TV.

"I heard that you fought with Hawkins again today?"

"Well. I know you'll tell me to hold back, but I just can't."

"Sean, you know, we all die every day. So it's really... not easy for me to still be able to drive that Hummer after every mission. No matter what Hawkins does, Shaw Well... he's the closest we've come to dying."

Sean put his arm around Rick, and patted his shoulder with his palm, "I'm sorry, Rick."

The moment Ruth let go of Jack's hand lying on the plank was playing on TV to say goodbye to him.

"Sean, don't you think it's weird for us to lie together and watch a movie like this?"

"What's strange? Or do you prefer to lie with that female reporter Anna?"

"Hey! Hey! Don't mention her, my little brother stands up when I think of her!"

Sean smiled, "It's conceivable that she must be the fantasy object of the soldiers in the entire barracks when they comfort themselves."

The next morning, Xiao En and the others reported to the battalion headquarters as usual before going on duty. Unexpectedly, they saw Anna in the office of the battalion headquarters.

The officer told them that Anna would be on duty with them.

Now many people in the United States have questioned the dispatch of troops to Iraq. In addition, after being stationed in Iraq, many American soldiers died. The number is gradually approaching the psychological defense line of the public. The country needs positive reports to win back the support of the people.

Hawkins' EOD team had the highest EOD success rate in the entire EOD stationed in Baghdad, and Hawkins himself was a legend.Documenting the most dangerous group of people in the entire U.S. military is sure to grab a lot of attention.

Anna was a modestly ambitious woman, and she was sure Hawkins would win him the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism.

"I won't send someone to protect her." Hawkins said before walking towards the hummer.

"Don't worry, Second Lieutenant Howkins, I will protect myself!" Anna called out.

"Don't you have any camera assistants?" Sean asked casually.