Bomb Disposal Elite

When Sean came to the eaves, he heard the crackling sound of someone running down the iron ladder.A local man in a dark T-shirt ran into a dark alley.

With a gun in hand, Sean followed into the alley.

In the darkness, everything has only vague outlines.Someone was standing against the wall, and scattered firelight indicated that the man was smoking.

Sean passed him by, and the man in the dark T-shirt was already running away.At this moment, Sean turned sideways suddenly, pushing his elbow back and up, the cigarette butt slipped from between the man's fingers, his throat was split by Sean's elbow, all this happened in almost a second.

The man sat down along the wall before he could make a sound, his eyes were open and he was breathless. His other hand was spread out on the ground, and in the palm of his hand was a bright dagger.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough at that time, he might have been stabbed by the opponent.

But Sean didn't relax.

With his face turned sideways, he listened to the sounds coming from the alley, and resolutely turned to the right, walking through a low building like clouds and flowing water.When he stopped suddenly, there was a man in a dark T-shirt standing in front of him, panting with disbelief on his face.

Sean pointed a gun at him, and the opponent seemed to be holding something in his hand.Instead of yelling "put down what you're holding" like ordinary American soldiers, Sean directly pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the man's forehead, killing him with one shot.

The thing in his hand fell to the ground, and Sean touched his head. It was another mobile phone, and the screen showed that a set of numbers was being entered. If there is no accident, when this set of numbers is sent successfully, the small bar will be closed. Will be blasted to the sky.Sean dragged his back collar, put it on his shoulders, picked up the mobile phone on the ground and walked towards the bar.

At this moment, Hawkins came out with a circle of bombs in his hands at the entrance of the bar. Almost everyone except Rick backed away. The scene was quite funny, as if Hawkins was a suicide terrorist.

"Where's Elvis?" Howkins turned his face sideways, looking extremely handsome under the dim light of the bar.

"He chased someone to the opposite side." Rick frowned, a little worried.

At this moment, in the darkness, Sean walked slowly and threw a corpse in the open space. When he saw the bombs in Hawkins' hands, he knew that he had successfully completed the demolition task.

"What are you going to do?" Hawkins' voice was very flat, with a kind of indifference.

Sean threw the phone over, "I found the insurgent who was monitoring the bomb. There's another one in the alley."

Hawkins nodded, and put the dismantled bomb into a special box.

"Where's my comrade!" The American soldier came to Hawkins, since the bomb had been completely dismantled, why didn't the person in the toilet come out.

Hawkins didn't even look at him, and pulled the door of the Hummer open. "He was too loud, so I punched him."

"What!" The American soldier wanted to say something, but at this time Sean and Rick had already got into the car, the engine was started, and the car drove away.

In the rear parking space, Howkins was still quiet.

Rick said excitedly while driving, "Sean, you are amazing! In just over a minute, you actually found out the person who controlled the bomb! How can you be sure they are nearby?"

"A bomb was placed on an American soldier, and it was still in a place where we often gathered to drink. The purpose of the other party was not just to kill that person, but to create panic. If you can kill some soldiers who came by the way or... …Such as demolition experts, it will make their behavior more threatening. So there must be someone nearby to monitor to ensure that the bomb explodes.” Sean smiled, propping his head with his hands and resting his elbows At the window.

"Anyway, we survived another day." Rick's eyes dimmed slightly, because no one knew what would happen tomorrow.

Back at the camp, Sean took a shower and soon fell asleep in bed.

Waking up in the morning to Rick's knock on the door.

"Hey Sean, we're meeting someone special today."

"Who?" Sean quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, put on a camouflage uniform and walked out.

"Dr. Gray, a freak from Yale." Rick shrugged.

"Why is he so strange?"

"He likes to hear you talk about the despair in your heart, and encourages you to speak out all those crazy thoughts."

"Like what?"

"For example, you want to be the leader of an Iraqi rebel group more than a foolish American soldier. Or you want to run naked in the streets of Baghdad to see if you can step on a bomb."

"Is he a psychiatrist?"

"That's right," Rick faced Sean and stepped back step by step, "He's doing a psychological evaluation on you, that's actually shit, if you want to be sent back to the United States immediately for pretending to be a pervert, that's a dream .”

"Rick!" Sean tried to grab him, but Rick had already bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Rick was stabilized by the opponent.

The young man smiled shyly. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he had the air of a writer, especially the pair of black-rimmed glasses, which looked rigorous yet somewhat naive.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Rick smiled and patted the other person's shoulder, "You don't look like a soldier, which unit is it?"

The other party adjusted his glasses, "I'm an interpreter, a volunteer soldier... My name is Eric Kooler."

"Hi Cooler, I'm Rick and he's Sean. We're both EOD's."

Sean was a little envious of Rick, not to mention other troops, almost no member of the EOD team was not depressed.But Rick always gives people a cheerful and approachable feeling.

"Are you here to see Dr. Gray?" Cooler asked.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Because I just came out of him. I... have only been here for more than three weeks, and everything is too far from what I imagined. I need to... get used to it." Kooler smiled, with some helplessness on the corners of his mouth.

"Then let's go!" Rick patted him on the shoulder with encouragement.

Rick and Sean came to a low house together, without opening the door to enter, they heard shouting and cursing from inside, loud and full of venting meaning, one can imagine that the psychiatrist must be tilting his head up at this moment to pretend to be serious, But facing such a roaring sound, he wanted to find some cotton to stuff into his ears.

"He's dead! Fuck he's dying right in front of me! Every time I think what's going to happen to me if I'm the one rushing up! Damn - he's a tech! Tech! Not a sniper! I'm fucking crazy—America is crazy—how the hell didn't the President know he was coming to Iraq!" Sean was stunned, the voice was Snape's.

On the other hand, Rick muttered in a low voice, "What are you talking about, 'no third person will know anything you said to me', but this kind of sound insulation effect can obviously be heard by the entire camp."

Soon, crying came from the room.It seemed that Snape hadn't let go of the man's hard disguise for a long time, and Sean could imagine that he must be clutching his head tightly at this moment.

Every time a comrade in arms dies by their side is endless torture.

Sean fell silent.To be honest, he had imagined countless times how his former comrades-in-arms would view his death, or in this place where life had no value, veterans like Snape should have already become numb to Vincent's death.

Hearing Snape's bitter cry, Sean kept replaying himself as Vincent in his mind, and the last picture he saw in this world was Snape's nervous and painful face.

Thank you, Snape... thank you...

If the time comes again, I will rush forward regardless of everything, because I am your back.

After a long time, Rick was leaning against the wall and was about to fall asleep when the door of the doctor's office opened and Snape came out.

His eyes were still a little red, but his face had regained his composure, and he waved his hand when he saw Sean.

"Sean, is there anything you want to cry about?" Rick asked beside him.

"Have."

"So do you need to cry for a long time or yell for a long time?"

"Should not be needed."

"Then you go in first," Rick sneered, "because I may need a long time."

Sean nodded, opened the door and walked into the office, which was neatly tidied up.There is only one computer on the desk, and the desktop looks spotless.The men were all slovenly, and Sean thought this office might be the cleanest place in the entire camp.

"Hi, I'm Sergeant Sean Ives." Sean saluted.

Opposite the simple desk, sat a man with short golden brown hair combed back in an orderly manner, capable and refreshing.Under the rimless glasses are a pair of probing eyes, and the shape of the eyes is somewhat provocative, although this does not conceal his intellectual temperament.

Generally speaking, he is a very handsome man, but in the military camp, beauty is tantamount to danger, and the soldiers tend to accept characters with a tough guy appearance more than Dr. Gray... a creamy little boy.

"Hello," Dr. Gray took the file on the table and glanced at the name on it, "Sean, you don't need to be too nervous, we're just chatting today. Is there anything uncomfortable in EOD?"

"Not yet, doctor." Sean sat opposite him, and the slightly inspecting gaze of the other party made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I heard that you picked out the rebels from the crowd the first time you went on a mission." Dr. Gray stretched his head forward, and the hair that was pinned behind his ears was rippling. Sean's mind flickered, and he couldn't help leaning back on the chair back.

"Just luck."

"You don't have to be so cautious when you talk to me, because I won't tell others everything you said to me - the principle of confidentiality between doctors and patients."

The other party looked at Sean with his water-blue eyes, as if he wanted to see through Vincent's body through his sight.

"Doctor, I just came here not long ago. When I need it, I will definitely come to you." Sean swallowed, looked at the data book on the table, avoiding Dr. Gray's sight.

"Okay," Gray twirled the pen between his fingers twice, and Sean realized that his fingers were slender and graceful, "Sergeant Elvis, you can go back first. But there will be a conversation every week, I hope you can take the initiative to find me instead of letting me search for you all over the barracks."

"I'll remember. Goodbye, doctor." Sean couldn't help taking a breath when he opened the door and went out.

When was the psychiatrist called in?I remember when I was Vincent, the psychiatrist in the camp was still Smith, a thin but trustworthy person, and now this guy... always makes me feel that even if I don’t say anything, I can’t do it in front of him. There is no privacy.

Rick, who was leaning against the wall, turned his head and saw Sean walking out like this, showing a slightly surprised expression, "So fast?"

"Ah, yes." Sean smiled, "Do you want me to wait for you?"

"No, it's loud when I'm crazy." Rick smiled wryly, opened the door and went in.