Bomb Disposal Elite

Pushing the door open, a figure stood in the center of the room, and Hawkins was sitting at the desk as if he was reading something.

"Sean, this is Technician Jill Oliver. Oliver, this is Sergeant Sean Ives." After speaking, Hawkins turned and returned his attention to the book on the table.

Sean froze for a moment, "Jill Oliver?"

If his memory is not confused, there is also a guy named Jill Oliver among the students of the same professor at T25 Air Force Base...and he is a difficult guy.

The figure in front of him turned around slowly, and Sean really wanted to cover his face with his hands.OMG, it really is that Jill...

The other party's face was as innocent as it was a year ago, he looked like a boy in his early twenties, but Sean knew that he was about the same age as himself, already 28 years old.

Jill walked over with a smile, and extended his hand towards Sean in a friendly manner, "Hi, Sergeant Elvis, I'm Jill, may I call you Sean too?"

"Oh, of course." Sean also shook hands with him politely. The world is so small, how could his old enemy Jill Oliver come here?

Sean remembered that when he was still Vincent, that guy always liked to criticize his thesis, and he also liked to refute himself when discussing the experimental plan. The most important thing was that he had no room to fight back when he criticized and refuted. .Also, I don’t know if this guy likes to mess with himself. Sometimes when everyone eats breakfast in the restaurant at the base, that guy always likes to come over and exchange his own milk with his orange juice. The speed is so fast that he doesn’t even have time to react. No!

You know, neither as Vincent nor as Sean, he doesn't drink orange juice!Stop drinking the stuff that used to give me food poisoning!

"Sean, can you take me to my dormitory then?" A gentle and intellectual voice sounded.

"Oh, no problem." Sean came back to his senses and took him to Rick's former room.

It was kept very clean inside.

Sean remembered that he had drank beer with Rick and sat at the door and smoked a cigarette a week ago. The world seemed to always change at a speed he didn't expect.

"Well, Jill, you can clean the cabinet first, and I'll make the bed for you." Sean walked to the bed after he finished speaking.When the quilt and pillows were ready, he turned around and saw Jill sitting on the desk as if looking at his back for a long time.

"What's wrong? Jill?"

"It's nothing...the way you pressed the bed sheet at the end," Jill stretched out his hand to imitate the movement of Sean's fingers, "very familiar."

"Well, you are lucky to meet acquaintances here. Welcome to Hawkins' lunatic team." Putting aside those inexplicable personal grievances in the past, he still admired Jill's talent.

"Ah, the 'Mad Men' team" Jill laughed too, Sean admitted that he really hated Jill when he was Vincent, but the only time he forgot that hate was when Jill laughed, "I Heard about Howkins. He would have been kicked out of the army if he hadn't had an amazing EOD rate and once defused a bomb in a UN building. I thought he would be a Captain Jack, nagging, neurotic Or imaginative and unconstrained... Only now do I feel that adjectives such as reticent, few words, and unpredictable would be more appropriate."

Sean nodded, "I hope your nerves can bear it. Compared with Captain Jack, he is more like Jack the Ripper. Clean up the cabinets, and I will take you to dinner."

However, before Jill went to the restaurant, they received the assignment.

Sean was driving, Jill was sitting in the passenger seat, and Hawkins was still in the back seat of the car.

This time the bomb was found pinned under a table in a small restaurant in a downtown area.Some American soldiers saw it while eating in it. The other party had seen this kind of bomb when he was in Afghanistan, so he left the restaurant very carefully.It is reported that this is a shock-sensitive bomb, and the bomb must always be kept in a horizontal state. Once it is tilted to a certain degree, it will explode.It is delicately made, and it cannot be compared with the roughness of earth bombs. Without experts, it is impossible to make it with the rebel armed forces.And this restaurant is a place where US troops on patrol like to buy lunch.

"Is it Montero James?" Sean glanced at Hawkins in the rearview mirror.

"Maybe."

"Montero James? The 'bomb artist'? Don't tell me he's in Baghdad." Jill asked.

"Congratulations, Jill, he is indeed in Baghdad. And that artist likes to give us bombs as gifts." Sean shook his head, then shrugged his eyebrows at Jill.

He had a small hope that Jill would show a look of fear.

Unexpectedly, the other party just smiled noncommittally, "Oh, I hope today isn't my last day in the 'Mad Hawkins' group."

Arrived outside the small restaurant, but did not see the patrolling military vehicles.

"Did we go to the wrong restaurant?" Jill poked his head in the direction of the restaurant door.

"Over there." Sean pointed to the alley at the corner of the street.

And Hawkins had already got out of the car and walked over.

In the alley, a car was heard, and beside the car were two soldiers who were smoking.

"Are you from the EOD team?"

"We are, bro. Don't tell me you guys called us here just for a prank." Sean answered them.

One of them shrugged, "Man, I'm not sure it's a steering wheel bomb, but I'm sure it's a bomb. I saw something like that in Afghanistan. Back then, I was very concerned about mine. My comrade said something was wrong, I was going to call, and then I left there, my comrade walked slower than me, some idiot yelled, it exploded, and I was stunned, my The comrade-in-arms is dead."

"Sorry." Sean patted him on the shoulder.

"Is that just a steering wheel bomb?" Hawkins asked.

"I'm not sure, because there is still time displayed on it, and there are probably more than 30 minutes left. We estimated that in three or ten minutes, D Company will pass by here. The company commander of D Company likes the fried chicken very much." , he will definitely stop and buy.”

"So the target should be the company commander?" Jill raised his eyebrows, "But since it has been timed, why make it a rudder plate type? You have to know which idiot yelled more than 70 decibels to make the rudder plate vibrate beyond the range, that thing It will explode too."

"In order to increase the uncertainty of the game." Hawkins turned around, "Let's evacuate the people in the restaurant first."

"It's full of Iraqis, should we call an interpreter?" Sean asked.

"The game will be over when the translator comes." Jill smiled and patted Sean on the shoulder. "I understand Kurdish."

"That's right, you and I go in, and Sean stays outside the restaurant." Hawkins' order was very concise, "Jill, after we go in, we must take the guests out one by one to prevent them from running away or screaming."

"Understood." Jill followed Hawkins and walked over, while Sean stood guard not far from the restaurant with a gun in his hand.

Walked into that restaurant, it was 01:30 pm, not that many people were eating.

Hawkins came to the table, pretended to tie his shoelaces, squatted down, and saw the bomb under the table.The red signal light flickered and flickered, and as long as the signal slid to the far left or right, the bomb would explode.

Now there are just over 28 minutes remaining.

He gestured to Jill.

Jill walked up to a mother who was feeding her baby, whispered something in her ear, and stopped her screaming.The mother's expression changed, she picked up the child and walked out slowly.

Whenever Jill talks to someone, that guest leaves.The boss obviously also noticed this problem, walked over very displeased, and patted Jill on the shoulder: "What are you going to do? You know, although I don't like Americans, as long as you pay and respect my labor , I also provided the best food to you!"

The boss's voice tended to rise, Jill hurriedly covered his mouth, and whispered a few words in his ear, the boss's face changed, "Oh, God, please do..."

"Quiet, sir, now please go out slowly."

"There's my wife and mother in the kitchen, and I'm calling them all out!"

"Okay, sir, I'll accompany you in." Jill followed the boss in.

The rest of the customers in the restaurant became uneasy and left the restaurant one after another.Hawkins closed the door and put up a sign closed today.

Jill came out of the kitchen. "Everyone left, just the two of us."

"Notify them, evacuate residents in nearby buildings."

"Are you going to dismantle this thing? There are still twelve minutes left." Jill's breathing became heavy, and her voice was very careful.

Hawkins looked up to the door, and Sean was standing there, watching him.

"No, we evacuate and let it explode on its own."

Jill seemed relieved: "It's a good thing you're not really that crazy!"

But at this moment, Sean was very nervous, and his body was soaked in cold sweat.The disassembly of the rudder plate bomb is not simple. Not only does it need a bracket to suspend the bomb, but a tremor of the finger may detonate the bomb.However, there are so many circuits inside the bomb that even if it needs to be dismantled, it is almost impossible to complete it in just a few minutes.

Sean took a breath, he understood the mood of Howkins wanted to compete with Montero, even if he wanted to win against Montero, he might have to fear life and death, winning or losing was a gamble.

Just as Sean was swallowing, Hawkins and Jill had already come out.

Hawkins made a gesture, meaning to abandon the bomb disposal.

Sean had a sense of relief in that moment.

The three quickly left the vicinity of the restaurant and came to a safe area.

Five minutes later, the bomb exploded, affecting the surrounding streets and small shops.

The boss knelt on the ground and wept because they had lost their source of livelihood.