Bomb Disposal Elite

Sean wanted to say "I choose the third option - break your neck", but Hawkins sealed Sean's lips again. The tenderness just now was short-lived, followed by dizzying sucking kiss.

...

The movement became faster and faster, and Sean turned his head to the right side to get rid of Hawkins' wild kiss. He gasped, and the other's lips brushed his cheeks, engulfing his chin.

The breath became heavy and rough, and Sean half-opened his eyes, and caught a glimpse of Hawkins' expression.

He had never seen him closing his eyes, let alone frowning enjoying but dissatisfied.

...

Hawkins was close to his ear, and there was a hint of teasing in his voice, "Why did you shoot instead when you were masturbating for me?"

Sean froze, his shortness of breath slowly calmed down, "Can you let me go?"

Hawkins stood up neatly, wiped his lower body with a tissue from the table, and then sat back on the chair again to write his report.

Sean covers his face with his arms, technically his T-shirt and army pants are on his body, but he feels as if he was actually fucked by Hawkins just now.

"Fuck!" He stretched out his foot and kicked the opponent's seat. The chair didn't fall down, and Hawkins' back only trembled.

Two or three minutes later, Sean was still lying on the ground. Hawkins finished his report and turned to look at Sean.

"Didn't you bring the medicine box here to treat my wound?"

Sean didn't speak.

Hawkins opened the medicine box, took out the gauze and anti-inflammatory powder and started to deal with it himself.His movements were practiced and graceful, and Sean lay there with his arms down, watching him.

"Hawkins... find a woman." Sean was a little discouraged.

"You are the only person I want to fuck." Hawkins got up, put the medicine box back into Sean's cabinet, and then pulled Sean up from the ground, "Go back to bed and sleep."

Sean patted the sheet and said, "Don't you think the bed is a dangerous place?"

"I don't actually need to fuck you in bed."

"Can you not put 'fuck you' on your lips? Why do I hear these two words without talking to you?"

"It's also good in the Hummer. Or in Gray's office." The smile on Hawkins' mouth was very clear, not cold and mean, but mature and sexy on the contrary.Sean bets he's walking into a bar right now and there are a lot of women who want to do whatever he wants with him in that military Hummer or in some psychiatrist's office.

Hawkins turned off the only lamp in the room.

Sean thought he would leave, but he didn't expect him to sit back on his bed and lie beside him.

"What the hell are you doing!" Sean was going crazy again.

"Sleeping with me or doing half of what you just did with me, which one do you choose?" Hawkins' voice was still full of that smile, and Sean knew that no matter who he told, no one would believe Howard. Kings was laughing.

Sean was a little tired, not physically, but his poor brain.

And two tall men squeezed into a single bed, Sean only felt that he was about to be squeezed into the wall.

"Can you go back to your own dormitory?"

"Not today." Hawkins turned his body sideways, wrapped his arms around Sean, and pulled his back into his chest forcefully, spraying his breath on the back of Sean's neck.

Sean wanted to push him off the bed, he believed he could.But when he understood the position the two of them were in now, Sean would rather choose to settle down than want the other party to be aroused again.

Breathing slowly and slenderly, Sean closed his eyes, unable to feel the person behind him kissing the back of his head.

When he woke up the next day, Sean was in a large font, obviously occupying his entire bed.I stretched out my hand and grabbed it casually, but there was nothing.When the alarm clock rang, he got up on his stomach, his head a little dizzy.

Sean squinted his eyes and looked around his room, as if the existence of Hawkins last night was just an illusion.

He sighed, his throat hurt a little.

After unscrewing the mineral water and taking a few sips, after breakfast, he was on standby again.But they all know that the standby time usually does not exceed half a morning.

"You mean they found a place in the suburbs where the rebels might be hoarding arms?" Sean was a little unsure about the accuracy of this news.

"You know, even if they find the granary of the rebels, they will call in all the troops in a serious manner." Rick tidied up his ammunition clips, opened the car door and sat in, "But this time they are guarding The team from that warehouse asked us to go there by name."

"Why?" Sean's throat seemed to be more swollen.

Rick glanced at Hawkins who was already in the car and said: "I heard that the team that went in to investigate saw a seal on a box of bombs that said: Happy birthday, Hawkins."

Sean sighed, opened the car door and sat in, "Is it Montero James?"

"You'll know when you go." Howkins said.

Rick was about to start the car and drive out of the garage when he saw someone running over.

"Anna?" Rick was stunned, "Our task today is very special, we must not take you there!"

Anna laughed, "I know I'd better not come with you because I'll be a distraction and cause trouble. I just wanted to say Rick, I borrowed your camp cafeteria to make some pasta tonight, You must come back to eat."

Sean whistled.

Although Rick has always said that if he returns to the United States, he will find a beautiful and hot girlfriend, but now when a beautiful woman expresses his affection for him, he looks very calm.

"I try my best."

The car drove out.

Sean suddenly remembered something: "Rick, you said the seal said 'Happy Birthday, Hawkins'?"

"Yes."

"So today is Hawkins' birthday?"

"You'll have to ask our boss."

Sean turned his head: "Hey, is it true?"

Hawkins looked at him and hummed.

"I hope this isn't your last birthday." Sean turned back.

The car came to an abandoned wooden warehouse, and several military vehicles were parked 25 meters away from the warehouse.

"Put the ammunition in the wooden warehouse? Did the insurgents get their heads blown?" Rick closed the car door and walked to the other teams on guard.

"Maybe their goal was to wait for us to come, and then blow up the entire warehouse." Sean felt his back was itchy, and the scratched place was a little tingling.

"Are we really going in?"

"No, we use robots. According to the report, there are no steps in the warehouse." Hawkins began to build the monitoring screen.

Sean looked back at him. If there was a bomb designed by Montero, Hawkins would go in by himself instead of using a small robot. Besides, manipulating a small robot outside the warehouse to explore and even dismantle bombs requires high skills.

"Hawkins?" Sean looked at him.

The other party handed him a bottle of mineral water, "Sean, you don't look well."

Rick was attracted by this sentence, "Sean, are you sick? But I think you just suddenly have two pimples on your face."

"Thank you," Sean took the water bottle, "I'm just not feeling well in my throat."

After half an hour of preparation, the little robot started slowly and entered the warehouse.

The camera was shaking, and Sean spread a piece of paper on the hood of the car, took out a pen and smiled, "Hey Hawkins! I'm afraid you haven't manipulated a little robot for a long time, but don't detonate the bomb without saying goodbye !"

Hawkins turned his face sideways, and the corner of his mouth curled up, but it was a pity that Sean lowered his head and didn't see it.

The little robot goes in, and Hawkins proves that his fingers are pretty deft on the joystick as well as defusing the bomb's detonator.

"Sean, come here." Hawkins looked at the screen and said.

Sean walked over, "What's the matter, I heard that there are boxes of bombs in there, don't tell me your little robot intends to ship them out box by box."

Hawkins pointed at the display screen with his chin. Sean squinted his eyes and saw a strange iron box in the corner of the wall captured by the camera of the little robot. "Is that a bomb?"

"More like a detonator."

"Detonator?" Sean was taken aback.

The little robot continued to move slowly, and Sean saw the wires on the ground extending into the box full of bombs, and then countless wires gathered into the iron box in the corner.

"Oh, fuck!" Sean put his hands on his head, "This whole warehouse is a bomb! We must evacuate here and let the helicopter blow it up!"

Howkins pointed to the screen.

Sean saw that it was written with a signature pen on the iron box: Remove this bomb and you will know where I am.

"I'm going to defuse this bomb."

"The whereabouts of Montero James are worth risking your own life?" Sean felt that Hawkins was unreasonable. "We just need to leave and let the helicopter or something detonate here!"

"The Montero bomb killed my cousin." Howkins' words stunned Sean.

"...your cousin is dead! And even if you defuse this stupid giant bomb, it doesn't mean that Montero will actually tell you where he is!"

"Now is not the time to discuss this." Hawkins' voice was very firm, and he had made up his mind to do this.

He straightened up, clapped his palms, and everyone looked at him for a while: "Now everyone retreats 200 meters away!"

"Crazy!" Sean snorted, he knew everything was in vain.

After receiving his warning, everyone got into the car, and the car drove away from the warehouse, leaving only Hawkins' team there.

Sean was very nervous: "Stop the little robot, if it accidentally connects to a line..." There are enough bombs in this warehouse to kill them a dozen times.

"This time it can only be detonated manually." Hawkins stopped the control lever.

Sean took a deep breath, "From your tone, it seems that you never thought of manually detonating it from the beginning to the end."

Howkins called Rick to get the explosion-proof suit.

"Explosion-proof suit?" Rick was a little surprised, the number of times Hawkins wore the explosion-proof suit could be counted on one's fingers.

"Although that thing is useless, you two will be much more comfortable if I put it on." After Hawkins finished speaking, he turned to Sean, "After I put it on, you two will retreat 200 meters."

"You want to go in by yourself?"

"Or sick Sergeant Sean Ives going in with me?" Howkins reached out and touched Sean's cheek, "and stumbled over some wire, and then you and I could This pile of bombs is helping out of the atmosphere."