Bomb Disposal Elite

"I'm sorry, Second Lieutenant Hawkins, for disturbing your rest." Sean wondered if this Hawkins was out of night duty and is now trying to catch up on sleep.

Hawkins looked behind Sean, lifted the quilt and stood up.It was only then that Sean realized that he wasn't wearing anything, not even a pair of underwear, which was exactly the opposite of Sean's habit.Except for the coat, Sean has almost everything ready. Once the task comes, he can reach the assembly point as quickly as possible.

Sean didn't know if he should look away.Howkins's posture can be described as graceful.Every muscle is not redundant, the lines are just right, not as exaggerated as Schwarzenegger, but the explosive power can be faintly felt.Especially his back, every woman will feel at ease when she sees it.

Soon, Hawkins was donning his camouflage uniform, pulling the chair by the desk and turning on the lamp.

At that moment, Sean saw his face clearly.

Stern and sharp, the rationality and restraint in his brows and eyes oppressed Xiao En's nerves.He held his chin, the corners of his mouth curled up, with a sense of conceit and sarcasm, "Are you dispatched from the special forces?"

"Yes, sir."

"Even if you are transferred from the special forces, you may be a waste." Hawkins raised his chin, exposing his Adam's apple and half of his side neck, looking quite sexy.This man must be invincible among women.

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, then you admit that you are a waste." Hawkins' voice was quite textured, like when two metal vessels collided, the air and heart trembled.

"You said 'maybe,' sir."

Hawkins let out a soft snort, and Sean noticed that the outline of his eyes was beautiful, without the allure of a woman, but quite attractive, "Then tell me, what is your duty?"

"Arrive with you to the scene 100 meters away and start guarding, looking for possible insurgents in the crowd, maintaining your safety, of course excluding if you fail to dismantle the bomb and get blown up."

"Why should I trust you?" Hawkins' legs were spread out on both sides of the chair, and he was ready to go in a casual manner.

"Because we are comrades-in-arms who entrust each other's backs." Sean looked into his eyes and said.

Hawkins still had no expression on his face, and someone seemed to be coming behind Sean.

"Boss, did you call me?" A young soldier with a cropped head poked his head into the room.

"Rick, this is Sean Ives, a new member of our team." Howkins pointed to the young man with his chin, "Rick Parson, the technical soldier of our team."

"Hey, hello! I'm Rick, can I call you Sean?" Rick was a little excited.

"Take him out of my sight." Hawkins' finger drew a small circle in the air, and Rick pulled Sean out and closed Hawkins' door.

Sean walked side by side with Rick.

"That Rick... What kind of person is Second Lieutenant Howkins?" As a soldier, Sean didn't have much affection for Howkins, but he hadn't performed missions with him yet, so he couldn't be called disgusting.

"A person who allows you to live in this hell when your dreams are shattered." Rick exhaled, and his originally radiant eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

"Were you desperate when you first came here?" Sean asked him.

Rick led him to the door of the dormitory and threw the key over, "A naive and ignorant young man thought he would achieve an American-style hero dream like in the movie, and then found himself like an ant who might be blown to the sky at any time . . . really desperate."

"What did Hawkins say to you?" Sean opened the door, threw the luggage on his back on the bed, and began to tidy up.

"He said 'do what I tell you to do and you'll come back to America alive'." Rick came in and cleared the trash out of the closet.

"Maybe Second Lieutenant Hawkins is a desperate soldier in the United States, but he can become a 'god' in Baghdad." Sean smiled and rolled out the sheets.

"Hey, Sean... Howkins is not easy to get along with, but I trust him. If you trust him too, we can live together." Rick's voice sank, and he meant it.

"I have to trust him, Rick. Because it's my job to keep him safe."

Although the US troops stationed in Iraq cannot leave the camp at will after nightfall, the night life inside the camp is not too boring.

Some played bridge, others drank beer and fought with each other.

According to Rick, Hawkins is a typical person who likes quiet and exclusive space, so he will not participate in activities like the above.

Rick came to Sean's place with beer, "Hey, Sean, let's have a drink or two."

It is said that men's friendship is formed through drinking and fighting, of course Sean prefers the former.

American pop music was playing on the radio, and occasionally a few black raps could be heard quickly chanting along with the music a few rows of dormitories away.

"How many more days do we have on duty?" Sean asked.

"Hehe, there are only one hundred days left, you came at the right time!"

The music on the radio suddenly stopped, and the music broadcast in the dormitory next door could still be heard faintly.

"Oh," Rick shrugged. "This radio is too old. You should report to the logistics department for another one."

"Let me take a look." Sean walked over and pried open the casing of the radio, "Hey Rick, lend me the key."

Sean turned around using the key as a screw, and the radio started receiving calls again.

"How did you do it?" Rick was curious, "Is this also taught in the special forces?"

"I don't teach this, I learned it myself." Sean sat back with a smile, which was something he was good at when he was Vincent.

But before they drank a few bottles of beer, they had a task.

When the two of them got fully dressed and came to the Hummer, Hawkins had been sitting in the back seat for what seemed like a long time.

"I've been drinking." His voice was cold with no ups and downs.

"Yeah, because Sean just arrived, I want to welcome him." Rick sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Maybe he will only have one helmet left tonight." Hawkins' expression was covered by darkness.Tonight is Sean's first mission in Baghdad. In fact, no matter whether it's your first time or not, you may be blown to pieces. Of course... Generally speaking, your helmet will be the most complete relic.

"What's the situation?" Rick automatically ignored that sentence and began to ask for the details of the mission.

"An American soldier in a bar wakes up in the bathroom to find himself with a ticking time bomb."

"If I remember correctly, we can't leave the camp after dark, right?" Rick asked casually.But everyone knows that in this foreign country full of crises, at night, you will want to go crazy and forget everything.

There was a sudden silence in the car until they drove through Baghdad's night market and came to a small bar.

Sean got out of the car first and looked around. The scene had already been cleared, but there were people watching from a nearby building from afar.

Howkins got out of the car and asked the American soldier beside him, "Where's the idiot who called for help?"

The other party was obviously quite dissatisfied with this address, but he couldn't get angry, "Still in the bathroom."

Hawkins turned his head, "Is he your comrade in arms?"

"...Yes." The other party hesitated and nodded.

"You wish in your heart that I would be killed."

The American soldier froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect Hawkins to say what he was thinking so bluntly.When the soldier came back to his senses, Hawkins had already walked in.

"If I'm killed, it means your idiot comrade-in-arms is also dead." The tone was as cold as ever.

Sean watched him walk straight into the bar like that, couldn't help but chased after him and shouted, "Hawkins—you're not wearing an explosion-proof suit!"

Hawkins stood at the door of the bar, turned his head, "Is that thing useful?"

Sean frowned, and Rick came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Forget it, if the bomb really exploded in that thing, he would die as well."

Sean loaded the gun straight away and started paying attention to everyone in the vicinity.

"Has Hawkins always been like this without saying a word?" Sean asked through the communicator, walking to the guarded Rick in the other direction.

Many EOD experts will chat with their team members through the communicator when they are close to the bomb, which can help them relax and psychologically confirm that their teammates are still around.

"Yes, often when you are still worried about why he didn't respond at all, he has already completed the task." Rick's voice was full of laughter.

At this moment, someone came up behind Sean, and he turned quickly like a conditioned reflex, aiming his gun at the chest of the visitor. It was Hawkins, "Did you defuse the bomb?"

Hawkins tilted his head and looked at the soldiers guarding the door, "Go find the pliers, there are steel locks on the bomb."

After speaking, he leaned against the side of the car.

"What are you doing?" The American soldier came over, "My comrade-in-arms was about to be killed in the bomb! But you didn't help him! Isn't your duty to defuse bombs!"

The moment his hand touched Hawkins, his arm was twisted away, and the sound of dislocation was extremely loud.

"My duty is to defuse the bomb while ensuring my own safety." Hawkins looked down at him, "Also, I don't like to say everything twice."

Sean was a little dazed, and Hawkins was as fast as a trained special soldier, "Go find the pliers—" Sean reminded the soldier lying on the ground, who just stared at Hawkins with a sneer.

"Do you want to compete with Hawkins with your comrade's life?" Sean pulled the safety catch, turned around and continued to observe the people around him.

The soldier got up from the ground, went to the back of the car and found a tongs and threw it to Hawkins, and he walked into the bar again with the tongs.

At this time, the person on the second floor of the house across the street suddenly disappeared.Sean looked at the house carefully. There was no light, and half of the top floor was blown up. This house should be uninhabited. I'm afraid that guy ran into such a house in the middle of the night...

"Rick - watch out!"

Sean rushed towards the house.