Bomb Disposal Elite

"Well...he is the elite of our support company. He has almost no weaknesses in fighting, shooting, lurking, and survival in the wild. When you first came, he was your squad leader. We are all very envious. He taught you a lot. Later, you transferred to our company, and every time you practice, he likes to single you out."

"Have I ever beaten him?"

"You, hehe. I won, but at most once out of ten times, but you will always be repaired worse next time." Jack grinned.

So to say that he is not very good, why did Andrew say that he would be very lonely if he was discharged from the army?

A week later, the field survival training ushered in.Military planes pulled them into a rainforest somewhere.Sean's D Company was assigned the task of sniping A Company to ensure that C Company could get out of the rainforest faster.

Sean and Jack were assigned to a certain point, where they had to lurk, and once someone from company A passed by, they had to ensure that every shot could hit.

This task is very simple, just ambush and shooting, it is not as exaggerated as described in those Hollywood movies.

This task is not easy, because if no one from Company A passes by from the first day to the last day of training, then Jack and Sean must stay here without moving until the end of the training.

Jack dug a hole in the deciduous woods and covered himself with turf, surrounded by rainforest.

The position of the gun is also well hidden, and it is difficult to find the muzzle unless you walk very close.Sean hid in another corner, "I feel like ants have crawled into my pants." Jack whispered into the communicator.

"Didn't I tell you to fasten your waist and trouser legs?" Sean still stared at the scope.

"Oops...they seem to be crawling on top of my balls..." Jack's voice sounded like he was suffering.

"Then you spray insecticide on your balls." Sean still maintained that position, a fallen leaf slowly fell and landed on the tip of his nose, he took a breath, and the leaf fell back again on the ground.

Jack bit his lip, "I don't think it's an ant... Could it be a poisonous spider?"

"But it definitely won't be my hand." Sean's eyes were a little tired, "Jack, it's yours."

Jack stared ahead, and Sean rested for a while on the back of his hand.

The two took turns to rest until the afternoon of the third day.

Sean raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. The training time was over, and they didn't wait for the people from Company A.

The first thing Jack did when he got up from the mound was to open his pants to check on his little brother.

Sean sighed, "Go back to the doctor."

When gathering for the military plane, Sean saw Andrew.The other party smiled at him, and then lined up on the plane.

"Has Company C completed its mission?" Sean asked in a low voice leaning against Jack.

"It's done, it's 7 minutes earlier than the scheduled time." Jack curled his lips, "But Sean, you are so patient that you stayed there without moving."

"I'm not as good as you. I can hold back my balls being bitten by ants for three days." Xiao En also chuckled, waiting quietly is an essential quality for every special soldier, even if they stay for ten days, they must persevere live.

"I mean, even if no one is on a mission with you, you can still be there alone, not afraid to enjoy the silence." Jack bumped Sean with his shoulder, blinked and said, "By the way, I have scabs over there, and I will be alive again in a few days, and we can watch movies together."

Sean couldn't help laughing. He didn't want to watch Jack sit on his bed and jerk off while watching a limited-edition movie.

Back at the base, another series of training sessions.Sean could still feel the gaze passing by him from time to time, but this time, he finally found him.

Sean achieved a qualifying time in the firearm assembly training, and his class finally didn't have to punish him for long distance running.

In addition to the encouragement of his teammates, he saw United C entering the training area.They lined up and stood behind D Company, with their hands clasped behind them, in a resting posture.

Andrew was standing obliquely behind Sean, without turning his head, Sean knew that the guy was looking at him.

His gaze traced Sean's profile, down his neck to his back, his waist, his slender and powerful legs wrapped in camouflage uniform.

Andrew's gaze was oppressive, which made Sean feel nervous, and in order to divert this tension, he had to concentrate on the gun. The speed of assembly became sophisticated and fast, catering to a certain rhythm, setting up the gun and then is shooting.

The heartbeat unexpectedly matched the speed of pulling the trigger, and after a few shots, the results were surprisingly good.

Without time for joy, Sean quickly disassembled the firearms and turned back to the team.At that moment, he met Andrew's eyes.

During the training, everyone showed no superfluous expressions, but Sean saw some appreciation in Andrew's sternness.

As if he had found the feeling, Sean's firearm assembly and shooting performance suddenly reached the forefront of the company.

In his spare time, Andrew would also come to Sean, and the two would fight in close quarters. Although most of them ended in Sean's fiasco, Andrew seemed to be very careful to minimize Sean's injuries.You must know that fighting in special forces is fatal. Every blow is not to knock down the opponent but to make the opponent incapable of fighting.Under such an offensive, Andrew can control his strength freely, and Sean only has admiration for him.

Another drill, all D Company soldiers had to climb the tower within 20 seconds.

Sean did it, but it was Andrew who was waiting for him.He received a blow to the head and almost fell off.Sean gripped the rope tightly and turned over to jump up. Andrew grabbed his lower back and slammed his elbows down.

At that moment, Sean had the illusion that his life was on the verge of dying. He didn't know whether it was due to the secretion of adrenal hormones, or because the original Sean's motor cells remained in his brain. He unexpectedly caught Andrew's elbow and turned over by the way. He actually pushed him to the ground.The two people exchanged fists and kicks, and Sean kept replaying the scene of his practice with Andrew in his mind. He designed the hitting route in his brain and put it into practice as if his body was directly controlled, kicking Andrew away. After that, Sean ran to the destination. He was 15 seconds slower than the stipulated time, and it turned out to be a long-distance running penalty. The difference was that this time the entire company ran with him.

No one in the company blamed him, and some even said, "Sean, you did a good job! You were only 15 seconds late to meet Andrew, breaking the record!"

Sean was a little dazed.

Jack and Sean were carrying the same log, "People who met Andrew before you were usually at least 20 seconds late, and they still haven't gotten up after the miserable exercise!"

"Is that so..." Sean smiled.

Back in the room, Sean looked up at the ceiling.

He knew that he had successfully transformed from Vincent to Sean, adapting to this special forces trained body.

But he felt that he was missing something, no matter how good he became as a special soldier, he couldn't erase the weight in his mind.He was carrying a communicator and holding a gun, walking on the streets of Baghdad, in front of him was his teammates who gave their lives to him.

His body is Shawn Ives, but his brain will forever belong to Vincent Mann.

Just like during the field training that day, the company commander's communicator had a problem. Sean subconsciously took it over, repaired the short circuit and replaced a small cluster of circuits on the chip, and the guy began to receive radio waves again.

And a week later, the military's assessment experts will come again.

Jack seemed to know Sean's nervousness, and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you are already very good! There is no evaluation that will fail!"

Sean just smiled, he wasn't thinking about how to pass the assessment.

There was still an hour before the evaluation began. Sean was sitting at the door of the dormitory. On the playground in front of him, the special forces were playing basketball. In the open space outside the court, there were several other comrades in arms, smoking cigarettes, with camouflage uniforms draped over their shoulders. Chatting and shouting occasionally.

Someone sat next to Sean, and Sean knew it was Andrew without looking back.

"What are you thinking? You used to be a good basketball player, why don't you try your skills?" Andrew's voice sounded very gentle, with an unexpected aura of killing people in a hostile situation.

"Because I'm not Shawn Ives, I'm not good at basketball."

"Then who are you?" Andrew smiled, and handed a cigarette to Sean.

"I don't know... who I am..." Sean smiled, feeling a little helpless.

Seeing that he had no desire to take the cigarette, Andrew put it away and lit one himself.His smoking posture has a bit of a taste of vicissitudes, and he looked at the cigarette butt with half-closed eyes, "Hey, Sean. I think a lot of times the question is not who we are...but what we want to do. For example, you Being in the Special Forces reservists doesn't mean you're going to stay forever."

Sean looked at him, "Did anyone say your 45-degree profile looks like George Clooney?"

"Yes." Sean lit his finger on the cigarette, "That's what your ex-girlfriend said before she dumped you."

Walking into the company commander's office, Sean's nervousness gradually calmed down.

After looking at Sean's training results for the past three months, the evaluation officer said, "Sergeant Ives, I think you will be able to return to your original combat level soon. Of course, the military is also a humane place. If you want to If you need a period of vacation to adjust yourself, I think the above can also approve it."

"Report sir," Sean saluted, "I want to apply for transfer to the EOD in Baghdad, Iraq!"

"EOD? Explosive Ordnance Disposal Unit?" The assessor was stunned, and Sean's company commander also had a brain-damaged expression.