Bomb Disposal Elite

Only then did Sean come to his senses, pointing to Jill: "This is our technical soldier, from the T25 Air Force Base, a talented student—as long as he can leave Baghdad alive, he has a bright future!"

"So what about this one?" Andrew looked at Hawkins, he could see a kind of strength from the other's calm expression, full of oppression, but it seemed that it was just a kind of indifference when he recovered.

"He," Sean's lips curled into an arc, "Mad Lieutenant Howkins, the leader of our team, has dismantled countless bombs in his life."

"Oh?" Andrew showed a probing expression.

Sean looked into Hawkins' eyes, "Do you know that bombs are quiet until they explode?"

"of course."

"Haven Howkins is too," Sean patted Andrew's shoulder with a hint of showing off. "By the way, Hawkins is also very good in close combat. Maybe you can compete with him."

"Listen to your tone, you really want me to teach Hawkins a lesson?" Andrew shook the back of Sean's head with his palm.

"Wrong, I want Hawkins to teach you a lesson." Sean elbowed Andrew, "This is Sergeant Andrew Fisher, my comrade in the Special Forces, but not in the same company , It was badly repaired by him during training. When I came to EOD, this guy was transferred to the advance unit."

"Correction, Sean, I'm a second lieutenant now." Andrew smiled.

"It seems that after going to the advance army, you finally have a chance to display your talents, unlike me. This time, when you return to the United States, you will be promoted to a sergeant or a warrant officer at most. Unless you die for your country and put on the national flag, the rank of second lieutenant will last forever. Not necessarily hopeless.”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jill was a little amused.

"So, Jill and Hawkins, don't you mind if I borrow Sean? The two of us are going to have a beer, and I heard that you are taking turns off in the afternoon!" Andrew was a little excited, "Or do you come together?"

"Forget it, I'll be bored to death listening to you talk about the past in the special forces." Jill shook her hand.

Hawkins didn't speak, and Sean thought he agreed, so he said goodbye and left with Andrew.

Jill glanced at Howkins, "When he looked at Sean, it was a bit like the way you looked at Sean..." After speaking, he took out his MP3 from his pocket, plugged in his earphones and left.

Andrew and Sean came to the restaurant and ordered a dozen beers. There were not many people in the restaurant in the afternoon, and the two of them performed the action almost at the same moment: one leg rested on the side chair, sitting sideways, With one hand resting on his lap, the other held the bottle.

Then the two were taken aback and laughed.

"Is Baghdad a good place?" Andrew asked.

"Mom's breasts are the best place in the world." Sean knocked the beer on the edge of the table, and the lid fell to the ground. "What about you? What good place have you been to these days?"

"Repetitively wringing a man's neck in half a second without making a sound, firing a single shot to hit a target 200 meters away, lurking in the fucking sun that can burn clothes, waiting for something to happen A target that won't appear..." Andrew scratched his head, "How are you?"

"Well," Sean drank half a bottle of beer down, "think of everyone as a bomb, find the bomb, watch Hawkins dismantling it in horror, or bang—listen to the sound of the bomb exploding. Or your life is more Be colorful."

Then the two chatted more and more happily, until the remaining beer bottles could be piled up into a wall.

"I can't do it, Andrew... I'm on duty tomorrow morning..."

"Okay, I'll help you go back to your room." Andrew came over to support Sean.

And Sean pushed him, and laughed, "Come on, you still want to help me even though you're stumbling around?"

Andrew laughed, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of mature charm, "It's obviously you who are shaking, Sergeant Elvis."

"Really?" Sean winked his eyes, Andrew sneered, and set Sean up, "Which row is your dormitory?"

"Second row... 204... No, it should be 810 in the eighth row..."

"Sean, tell me whether it is the second row or the eighth row, or I will transport you to my room." Andrew felt helpless while carrying Sean.

"What are you doing in your room?" Sean raised his head, a little out of focus.

"Do a lot of things." Andrew lowered his tone slightly, and his smiling expression suddenly fell silent.

"What?" Sean looked dazed and cute as he thought foolishly.

Andrew lowered his head, his lips almost brushed his face, "Like...making love."

Xiao En swallowed, and kept shaking his head: "Then I'd better...go back to myself..."

"Then tell me, is your room on the second row or the eighth row?"

"Eight rows... 810... That's eight rows..." Sean stared at the ground, and said in a very serious tone.

Andrew chuckled, and brought Sean to 810. He took out the key from Sean's body and turned it in the keyhole for a long time, but he couldn't turn it. Andrew looked at Sean who was already calm: "This is your key." dormitory?"

The door opened, and Hawkins was standing there. Andrew raised his head, slightly surprised, "Second Lieutenant Hawkins, is this your room?"

"Yes, this is my room." Hawkins stepped down and took Sean from his hand.

Andrew touched his nose: "I can send him back to the dormitory."

"No, he sleeps with me occasionally." Hawkins raised his chin, put his hands around Sean's arm, and let his chin rest on his shoulder.

"What?" Andrew smiled. "The single bed in the dormitory is too crowded for two people, right?"

"Thank you for your concern." Hawkins took a step back, and the door closed suddenly.

Andrew outside the door frowned.

Hawkins put Sean back on his bed, then stood by the bed: "Do you want to throw up?"

Sean opened one eye, vaguely discerned Hawkins' figure, and then shook his head.

"Hawkins...I have a question for you..." Sean raised his hand.

"What?" Hawkins sat down, his fingers lightly brushing Sean's cheek.

Frowning, Sean turned over and faced him: "I...don't remember."

"Then don't ask first. Just stay by my side." Hawkins lowered his head and touched the corner of Sean's brow with his lips, "Don't let other people wipe your sweat, and don't get drunk with other men In my arms, don't make me feel more possessive of you..."

When Sean woke up in the morning, he found that he was hugged by Hawkins, and his head was resting on Hawkins' chest.

what happened?There was a slight pain in his head... He tried to get up, and a cool voice came from above his head.

"Is it morning, or do you prefer to let the gun go away?"

Sean stopped. If he remembered correctly, it was their shift time from one o'clock this afternoon.Hawkins let go of him slowly, and the entangled legs of the two finally separated.

Sean pressed his temple, "How did I come to you?"

Hawkins handed over the mineral water: "Andrew brought you here."

"Huh? Why not my own room?"

"Then you have to ask him." Hawkins put on the camouflage uniform, and the muscles of his shoulders stretched smoothly.

At this time, Andrew was sitting on the steps of the dormitory with Scar and Snape smoking a cigarette.

"So you're a friend of that boy Sean?"

"Yeah! By the way, what kind of person is their team leader Howkins? It seems difficult to get along with." Andrew pushed Snape who was beside him.

"That guy is indeed difficult to get along with, but it's not that difficult to get along with..." Snape scratched his head, "Didn't Sean drag that guy over to play basketball with us a few days ago?"

"Yeah, but Sean dares to ask Hawkins to play basketball?" Scar also laughed.

Andrew flicked the cigarette with his finger, "You mean, Hawkins doesn't treat others very well, but Sean gets along well with him?"

"En." Scar and Snape nodded together, "Brother, don't worry, at least Sean is still alive with Hawkins!"

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Hawkins' group left the camp on time.

Only this time it was Jill who was driving.

While holding the steering wheel, the other party looked at Sean who was pressing his temples with a funny look, and then took out mints from his pocket, "Eat, eat! Next time, remember not to drink so much alcohol if there is a shift."

"Mints? Where did you buy them?" Sean tossed one into his mouth, "This is my favorite brand!"

Jill tilted her head and smiled, a certain emotion flashed in her eyes, "Of course it's your favorite brand."

But thank God, today their task is not to patrol the urban area but to detonate the outer suburbs.

Just before heading to the target location, Jill received another mission.

"The Hawkins team! The Hawkins team! Hurry to C2, 3, and 6 for support!"

"This is the Hawkins team, we are on a detonation mission!" Jill frowned, and the camp should know about their mission arrangements today.

"Haukins team! Hurry to C2, 3, 6, support! The detonation task will be handed over to other teams to complete."

Jill glanced back at Howkins, who nodded.

"The Hawkins team received it." After speaking, he turned around and rushed to the destination.

It seems that this is a big task, Sean took a breath to wake up his slightly aching head.

Driving to the suburbs, here is a slum, because most of the rebels are haunted, there are often US military helicopter patrols, a three-month firefight involved many civilians, and later established a temporary settlement in another place, More than half of the old residents have moved out.