Bomb Disposal Elite

"Only... Only this song?" Sean looked at Jill. He hadn't heard this song for a long time, except for that time when he sat in the car and hummed it himself.

"My favorite song, as long as there is one song is enough." Jill tidied up her helmet.

Hawkins opened the car door and got in.

The car drove out of the camp.

Their task is blast assessment.

At [-]:[-] am this morning, an explosion occurred in a three-story building on the edge of downtown in northern Baghdad.The task of Hawkins' team was to go to the local area to assess whether this was a suicide attack or whether the bomb was planted in advance and detonated from a distance.

When they came to the scene of the incident, there was a burning smell in the air.From the sky came the sound of helicopters transporting the wounded.There are also several cars that were blown up. Although the fire has been extinguished, they are still emitting thick smoke, and seem to retain the temperature of the explosion.

The woman knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. In front of her was the mutilated corpse that had been bombed.

The injured civilians were carried aside, bloody and bloody.

Sean turned his face away, "They don't want a war, but they are in a war."

Jill smiled sarcastically: "So do we."

Hawkins' face was calm, his eyes examined the surroundings, and he walked slowly around the building whose original shape could no longer be seen.

Soldiers are still struggling to dig out bodies from the rubble.

"Even if it was a suicide attack, that guy's body can't be found." Jill frowned.

Hawkins walked slowly to the ruins, standing there as if looking for something.

Sean saw the thought of exploration in his eyes.He walked up to him and stood beside Hawkins.

Because Hawkins, who stood there alone like that, seemed so different from all the people around him. He wandered outside the world of gunpowder, but he wanted to find the answer in that world.

Solitary yet inviolable.

Then he walked down slowly again, only this time, he took Sean's hand.

Because they were stepping off the messy bricks and tiles, this brief encounter seemed natural.

Hawkins walked on, surrounded by battered walls... trees... and the ground.

"My God, the explosion has continued until here." Jill shook her head.

"This means that this should be remote-controlled. Human bombs are rarely so powerful." Sean looked at Hawkins behind him.

"So assuming it's a remote-controlled bomb, where's the guy who watched us clean up the mess?" Jill narrowed her eyes and looked around.While he was staring at a small alley, Hawkins had already walked through it.

"It's really an excellent hidden location." Sean tilted his gun and walked behind Hawkins, "The explosion happened before four o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark. No one was hiding there. Can see him, but he has a 'beautiful view' of the explosion. And it's a great escape route, the bombs are hard to reach."

Jill crossed her crossbow: "It's just that I hope they have left now, I have no interest in exchanging fire with them."

They went there now, just to make sure they could see the bomb going off from the dark alley.

Sean and Jill were guarding the back of Hawkins with their guns in hand, and Hawkins retreated into the alley facing the explosion site. When he reached a certain corner, Hawkins stopped and was out of sight here exploded.

Sean probed to look at the right side of the corner, and saw bloodstains on the ground, which was shocking.

"Oh, gosh!" His eyes widened, his breath caught in his nostrils.

Jill looks there with Howkins.

Jill closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her face.

Hawkins walked over and pulled Sean behind him.

An American soldier was leaning against the wall, head bowed, helmet on one side.

The camouflage uniform was dusty, and it looked like he had fought the insurgents, but the gun and ammo clips had been taken.

His hands were spread out on both sides of his body, weak and decadent.

The blood oozing from his chest indicated that he had been pierced by a bullet, and his shoulder still had marks from the dagger.

"We're going to take him back." Sean sighed. This wasn't the first time he saw fallen comrades in arms. He couldn't name many of them, and they didn't drink beer together, but they were slightly familiar.

As for the person in front of him, Sean felt that he was very young.

Jill was about to walk over, and was about to reach out to carry the corpse, when she suddenly stopped, "Hey, Hawkins!"

Sean also noticed that the soldier's abdomen seemed to be seeping blood.

Hawkins and Jill slowly loosened the soldier's clothes. His abdomen was already soaked in blood, and there was a [-]-centimeter incision on it, which was stitched with thick black thread.

The insurgents were not only killing him, but planting explosives in his body.

At this moment, Sean saw the guy's face, "It's him?"

"You know him?" Jill asked looking up.

"It's not acquaintance... When I went to the armored company to find Jack's brother David, he told me David's room number... He should be David's comrade..." (David is the one who was violated by Captain Ogilvy past soldiers).Sean exhaled.

If Jill hadn't been alarmed enough just now, if he really pushed the corpse up and squeezed it to the abdomen, all three of them would have been killed by the bomb.

"According to normal procedures, we should detonate him..." Jill frowned, "But we are the 'Crazy Hawkins' team."

Hawkins didn't speak, just put on his gloves, took scissors, and cut the black thread suturing the incision.Then he slowly opened it, stretched his hand in, and searched carefully.

Everyone held their breath.

Sean heard the sound of internal organs churning, and resisted the urge to vomit.

Hawkins' expression remains the same, as if he's just getting a job done.But Sean knew that this bomb was placed by a typical rebel armed force, and it was definitely not by Montero. He could have detonated it directly, but he chose to dismantle it because Sean knew the deceased.

The bomb was removed, and Howkins removed the seal to seal the knife edge to prevent the internal organs from leaking out.

"Now we can take him home." Howkins walked out of the alley.

Sean and Jill stepped forward, carried the body out, and handed it over to the volunteers who were cleaning up the scene.

"We have nothing to do here." Hawkins raised his chin, indicating the location of the Hummer.

The three got into the car, and it was only 10:30 in the morning, and they had to continue their patrol work.

They met the armored company's car in the city center, someone sitting on the roof waved at them, Sean's nerves trembled, it was David.

"Hey—Sean! It's been a long time since we had a beer together! I heard you're going back in a month or so?"

Sean nodded, the smile on his mouth squeezed hard.

"Here you are! Jack's mother sent it to me!" David threw a bar of chocolate into Sean's car window.

"Thanks!" Sean shook his hand, and the two cars drove in different directions.

By noon, they could return to camp.

The scorching sun of Baghdad nearly set the Hummer on fire. Sean was sweating all over. Jill took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped Sean's forehead and neck.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Jill continued to lean on the car window indifferently.

Hawkins, who was sitting in the back row, clenched his palms, where he was also holding a tissue.

The car drove back to the camp.

Just as Sean walked out of the garage, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. Just as he was about to lower his body and turn around to give the opponent a mark, he didn't expect that the first thing the opponent did was to press the back of his head, and the next thing he did was to grab his elbow.

"Who!" This smooth and always unexpected attack is very much like a person.

The opponent suddenly swept across his legs, and Sean fell to the ground, barely supporting himself with his left hand, and the guy behind him had his knee on his waist, making Sean unable to move.

All this happened within three seconds.

"Hey—your skills have regressed a lot, it seems that EOD is very leisurely." A mellow voice with a hint of teasing.

Sean froze, "Andrew?"

At this time Hawkins and Jill also came to the door.

Jill tilted his head and was watching the development of the situation. Obviously, the other party should know Sean.

And when no one was paying attention, Hawkins' eyes sank, making people feel a little chilly.

Andrew patted Sean's butt with his palm, and said in a frivolous tone: "Baby, have you admitted defeat?"

Sean sighed, "Andrew, you know I hate this the most."

"Then you shouldn't be subdued by me so easily." Andrew turned to one side and let Sean get up.

Sean suddenly gathered his strength and punched Andrew's face. Although the muscles were covered under the camouflage uniform, the speed was astonishing. Just when everyone thought the punch would hit Andrew's face, the guy actually dodged He passed by, but he didn't expect that Sean's real purpose was... a little brother who raised his leg and almost bumped into his knee!

But what Sean never expected was that Andrew clamped his legs and clamped Sean's left leg.

Laugh lines formed on that wild, grown-up face, "Oh Sean—is that how you greet your old friends?"

"To be honest, your way of greeting is not very good!" Sean stepped back, fell backwards, kicked Andrew with the other foot, and finally got free.

"When did you come?" Sean bumped Andrew lightly with his fist, and the other side naturally put his arm up, "Last night. I asked for a long time, and drank several cans in the armored company and the reconnaissance battalion. Beer only found out about you. I thought you had already hung up!" Andrew glanced at Hawkins and Jill who were standing not far away and looked at them, "Aren't you going to introduce your friend?"