Bomb Disposal Elite

Feeling the presence of Hawkins, Sean didn't feel sleepy until the time passed unconsciously, and the electronic clock at the bedside showed [-]:[-].

Hawkins' eyebrows in Sean's arms frowned, his breathing became more and more rapid, and then his body jumped out of Sean's arms, and he shouted: "White—come back! Don't go there! Come back! That will explode!"

Sean looked at Howkins, his closed eyes seemed unable to escape from the emotion of infinite fear.

"White! White!"

Sean had to press his shoulder, "Hawkins! Wake up! You are dreaming!"

The muscles of Hawkins' whole body tensed, and Sean put his hands on his cheeks, "Wake up! Hawkins!"

His eyelashes trembled, he panted and opened his eyes, sweat flowed from his forehead, his chest heaved violently, as if something was about to burst out of it.

"Howkins...how is it?" Sean looked at him.

"White?" Howkins was a little dazed.

"No, it's Sean."

At that moment, Sean's heart fell from a very high place and crashed into a piece of icy sea water. The temperature made him breathless, although he still tried hard to control his tone.

Howkins gripped the sheet tightly, and grabbed the sides of his head with both hands: "I'm sorry, I was dreaming."

"I know you're dreaming." A very old dream, and maybe a dream that will never pass.

Sean looked at the electronic clock, "04:30, we leave at nine, you can sleep for another three hours."

"Well, I'm going back to my dormitory." Hawkins got up, "You should also have a good rest."

Watching him leave, Sean didn't say anything else. He sat against the head of the bed and reached out to grab the cigarettes on the table.

Taking a deep breath, he groped but couldn't find the lighter.

"Shit!"

Sitting there until eight o'clock, Sean brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to the restaurant to eat a sandwich.The egg sandwich had no taste in his mouth. When he unscrewed the cap of the orange juice and took two sips, Jill standing behind him suddenly said: "Sean, I remember you don't drink orange juice..."

When Sean realized that what he was holding was an orange-yellow liquid, his stomach churns, and he vomited into the trash can.

Jill handed him her sandwich, only to realize: "Sean, did your hand hurt?"

"Yeah, it was scratched by the glass, don't worry, there is no problem pulling the trigger of the gun." Sean smiled.

Jill picked up his palm and looked at it, "I knew I wouldn't have played that shit game yesterday."

"Forget it, at least I was having fun while playing." Sean put his arm around his shoulders, "Driving today, be careful not to run over the bomb!"

They went to the garage, and Hawkins was already there.He still had that expression of no joy or anger, and he didn't look tired even though he didn't sleep well at night.

When Sean opened the car door, Howkins said, "When did you hurt your palm?"

"Last night, I accidentally fell when Andrew and Andrew were sorting out the leftover fragments of beer bottles, but at least I saved my life with my left hand." Sean smiled, but when Hawkins asked him, he Only then did he suddenly remember that the other party came to look for him last night, and he didn't notice that his hands were wrapped in gauze from the time he entered the door to when he left.

Hawkins walked to his side and took his hand: "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, a few small wounds, and they are left-handed, so they won't affect the speed of pulling the trigger." Sean smiled and patted Hawkins on the back, then opened the car door and sat in.

Their luck was not very good today. They first dismantled a soil bomb, and then encountered a suicide attack within two hours of rest.

And at an intersection, the assailant even drew two children by his side.

When Sean and the others arrived at the scene, the translator Eric Kooler also arrived.

Jill and Hawkins could understand Kurdish, but Sean didn't understand it at all. He walked up to Eric, "Hey, Eric, what the hell is that guy doing?"

"He said that if the U.S. military does not withdraw from Iraq, he will let these two children die with him." Eric seemed to have a headache, as if the other party's conditions were impossible for them to meet.If the question of whether or not to leave the US military can make the soldiers here vote, more than 90.00% will choose to evacuate, and the other [-]% are mentally ill, and they need Dr. Gray.

The local security forces have already evacuated the people. They watched from outside the safe area, and there were also many people standing on the window sills and balconies in the houses, many of them were teenagers.

It's a great educational film. Growing up in this environment, will Baghdad have a few more bomb maniacs in a few years?

The two children knelt on the ground, weeping and finally saying something.

"What are those two talking about?" Sean asked.

Before Eric could answer, Hawkins walked behind Sean at some point, "They are praying to God to bless them."

Sean pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to hook the cross he had been wearing from Hawkins' neck: "Maybe they are right, this is Iraq. You should ask for the blessing of Allah instead of God."

Hawkins pulled the cross back and looked back at the two children, "I don't believe in religion."

Sean shrugged his eyebrows. The cross was made of sterling silver and was specially ordered by the church. If you don't believe in religion, why would you wear such an expensive cross?

"What's the deal? This guy pushes a button and it's all over." Sean sighed.

"There are snipers." Howkins replied, this sentence was more like a comfort to Sean.

"So... what are we doing here?" Sean shrugged, "Just blow the guy's head off before he presses the button. There's no way we can get close to him to remove the bomb from him .Do we have to figure out a way to get his hands off the remote?"

"That's right." Eric replied, "Besides, noon is coming, that is to say, within 10 minutes you have not decided to withdraw from Iraq, and he will press that thing."

"10 minutes..." Jill shook her head, "Within 10 minutes, figure out a way to get that idiot to let go..."

"They're all very persistent. It's impossible," Hawkins said calmly. "We can only let the sniper take the risk."

Eric looked at his watch: "There are still 7 minutes."

"Don't think about it, I bet that guy is still holding that thing in his hand when his head is blown off." Jill crossed his arms and watched the guy babbling again.

At this moment, with a "poof--", the guy's head burst open and fell down.

It's a suppressed rifle.

Sean looked around. On a four-story building, a soldier stood up with a gun.

Except for the sound of that guy falling to the ground, the world suddenly became peaceful.

Everyone's clenched hearts finally started beating.

Eric yelled at the two children who were staring blankly at the guy's body, and then they reacted for two seconds, got up quickly, staggered a few steps and ran towards Eric.

As Jill said, the insurgent was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes open, his hand still holding the remote control of the bomb.

"What to do with him?" Jill looked at Hawkins.

Without waiting for Hawkins to answer, Sean said: "Detonate it directly. We can't predict whether there are still people in the crowd with remote controls. The risk factor is too great. It's better to detonate it directly."

Jill looked at Howkins, as if saying that this lunatic would not give up such a good opportunity to go crazy, right?

But he didn't expect Hawkins to nod in agreement: "Send someone to make sure that all the people in the buildings within a hundred meters have been evacuated."

Eric was still comforting the two children.Sean found that his temper was really good, and the two children barely let go of him now.Someone patted Sean on the shoulder, but Sean deliberately didn't look back.

"I know it's you, Andrew. The average soldier is not equipped with a suppressed rifle."

"Allah should thank you for saving the lives of those two children." Andrew said half-jokingly, "There are two snipers in our team ambushing nearby, do you want to help shoot the bomb on that guy's body?"

"No, I'll come in person." Hawkins' cold voice drew everyone's attention to him.

"It's okay, they're still lying there and have no chance to use the guns in their hands." Andrew didn't care about the other party's indifferent attitude, and looked directly into Hawkins' eyes.

There is a suffocating feeling in the air.

A soldier's voice broke the drooling atmosphere: "Report, the field has been cleared and can be detonated!"

The U.S. soldiers also confirmed that they had withdrawn from the danger zone.

Hawkins raised his gun, while Andrew looked at him with his arms crossed, "This is a hundred meters away."

The sound of the bullet being fired was Hawkins' answer to Andrew, and it was so fast that people hadn't had time to appreciate his shooting posture.

There was a deafening explosion in the middle of the cross street, thick smoke billowed, the glass windows of the surrounding buildings were shattered, and all kinds of broken things scattered.

Feeling a scorching air flow towards them, Sean turned his face sideways and covered his eyes with his wrist.

"Niceshot!" Andrew clapped his palms.

When the smoke cleared, they headed in that direction and began to inspect and clean up the blast site.

After that, Sean and the others can return to the camp.

When getting out of the car, Howkins grabbed Sean: "Are you going to Louis's today?"

"No, I can just remove the gauze myself. The wound is very small and has scabbed over, not even a stitch." Sean put his palm in front of Hawkins and shook, "Let's go eat, hungry died!"

The three of them came to the camp restaurant. There were more people eating at this spot, but they were all soldiers and obeyed the rules.

"Sean, just sit here, what do you want to eat?" Jill asked while supporting the table.