Bomb Disposal Elite

Howkins these days gave him the illusion of "getting along well", making Sean forget that he is a lunatic.

After another ten minutes, Xiao En felt that the water temperature was not suitable for staying, so he got up and wiped himself off.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to let Hawkins spy on him while wearing a bath towel, but he would go out after putting on his jacket and pants and fully armed.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Hawkins leaning against the wall. His eyes were calm but fierce. Sean knew that he must not let this guy do it once, because he would be easy to catch the second time and the third time. Tonight must be special. careful.

"I'm done washing, you wash slowly." Sean was about to walk past Hawkins after he finished speaking, but the other party held him down.

"Shawn, are you angry?"

It would be too hypocritical to talk about being angry now, but saying that I am not angry is a little bit sorry for myself.

"Do you like being pushed and fucked by the pool?"

Hawkins smiled slowly, "Then it's fine on the bed?"

"Not today." Sean bumped away from him, came to the bed and started playing games with his PSP in his arms.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and Sean thought that it should calm down tonight.

When Hawkins came out, Sean remembered something and said to him, "Hey, I'm flying to Boston tomorrow morning."

Hawkins looked at him, and the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

"I didn't mean to throw you away. This is a ticket I booked before coming to New York. Rick is living in Boston now." Sean quickly explained.

"Tell me the flight number, delay the flight, and I will go with you tomorrow."

Sean knew that this would be the end, and after reporting the flight number, he continued to indulge in the game.

Thanks to Howkins, Sean didn't have to catch a special flight early, but slept until eleven o'clock in the morning.

When he woke up, Hawkins was lying beside him reading the newspaper.

"Hey, Hawkins...do you think we're on a honeymoon?" Sean asked, looking at Hawkins' jaw.

"This is the honeymoon suite." Howkins put down the newspaper and kissed Sean's forehead.

Uh...it turned out to be like this, thanks to myself for not paying attention... Sean thought it was funny.

Howkins got up and put everything away.He does things differently than Sean.Sean puts everything in as long as there is a gap, and squeezes it randomly, and often needs to pour out the whole bag when looking for something.

Hawkins, on the other hand, was methodical, even Sean's towel was blown dry with a hair dryer, folded and put in.

Sean supported his head and tapped his fingers on the bed sheet, suddenly thinking that having a wife like Hawkins is not necessarily bad. He bet that if Hawkins cooks for him, this guy will definitely buy this cookbook Come and dive in the kitchen... wait, that's a horrible idea!

"Come on, let's go to the restaurant and have something to eat before we go to the airport."

Sean came back to his senses, and then looked at Hawkins' handsome and chiseled face. Where did he look like a virtuous wife?

Three hours later, they boarded a flight to Boston, first class.

Sean stretched his limbs freely, and there were quite a few TV channels to choose from.

"Ha, as expected, the first-class cabin is still comfortable!" However, buying first-class cabin for a short-haul flight seems really extravagant. Sean glanced at Hawkins who was flipping through a magazine, burning money...

When the plane entered a stable state, the stewardess delivered drinks and fruit plates.

Sean only took a sip before the warning light came on, reminding all passengers to fasten their seat belts.

At this moment, a man in uniform walked up to Hawkins with a serious face, lowered his head and asked, "Excuse me, are you Lieutenant EOD Haven Hawkins?"

Hawkins put down the magazine. "I am."

"Would you please come with us?"

Sean suddenly felt that something serious had happened, and Hawkins kissed Sean's forehead in front of the man before getting up and leaving.

The man led Hawkins to the flight attendant's compartment, and said in a low voice, "Just now we received a call from the airport saying that there was a bomb on our plane."

Hawkins frowned. "Where's the bomb?"

"Among the checked luggage of a certain passenger, the luggage did not have a shipping label because it did not board the plane through a regular route, but terrorists disguised themselves as luggage handlers and transported it up."

The two stewardesses in the cubicle seemed to have known the news, their faces were pale, and they looked at Hawkins.

"Terrorists use bombs to sense pressure. When the plane reaches a certain altitude, it will start to operate. Once the plane lands at a certain altitude, it will explode... But the plane cannot fly all the time, and it is impossible to please the current state." EOD experts board the plane..."

"Have you checked the passenger information?"

"Yes, we found that you are an active duty officer of the EOD and have defused many bombs, so..."

"Where's that luggage?" Howkins didn't want to waste time.

"Our staff went down to the luggage compartment and found it."

"Give me scissors, tweezers, screwdrivers, and all the tools you have," Hawkins said coldly. "Also, call my companion."

When Sean came to the rest room of the crew suspiciously, he couldn't help but froze.

"I thought... I wouldn't encounter this thing again when I returned to America..." Sean saw Hawkins squatting on the ground, and he knew what was in the suitcase in front of him without thinking.

His heart sank suddenly, and he felt a sense of depression of "why I can never get rid of it".

There is a special pressure-sensing gauge on the bomb, and the pointer on the gauge shakes slightly, vibrating as the plane bumps up and down.

"The plane descends to a certain altitude, and it explodes," Hawkins explained.

Sean frowned, and he suddenly felt that this thing seemed to be another message left by Montero James.Because ordinary terrorists only need to make bombs that explode when the plane rises to a certain height instead of being unable to land to give them a chance to dismantle the bomb.

Hawkins looked at the changing expression on Sean's face and said, "You guessed it right, this is indeed a provocation from Montero. We have to dismantle it."

Sean took a breath. No matter how much he didn't want to hear about Montero, he had to adjust himself to the tense state he had in Baghdad. He knelt down and accompanied Hawkins Open the shell of the bomb and check the circuit inside.

A flight attendant walked in and reminded with a trembling voice: "The fuel stored in the plane can only stay at this altitude for half an hour, so..."

Sean turned to her and said, "Just go out and appease the passengers and tell them why the plane couldn't land on time, other than that, don't come in."

Sean found a pen and paper and locked the door.

"First, can we disassociate the link between the pressure-sensing device and the bomb?"

"No, there is a single-wire connection between the sensing device and the bomb, and the bomb will detonate automatically once it is cut."

"Shit!" Sean knew that there was no time to be depressed, and drew the circuit diagram.

"It's very strange. If you detonate the device with this connection method, you can't control the bomb." Sean frowned, and checked again and again to make sure that his circuit diagram was correct.

"Calm down, Sean. Let's figure out what else can make this circuit diagram work." Hawkins stretched out his fingers and smoothed the wrinkles between Sean's brows.

Sean continued to analyze, and Hawkins was also thinking about whether the pressure sensor could be disabled so that the plane could land normally.

"Hawkins! I figured it out!" Sean's eyes lit up, "Because there are two wires insulated inside, which are useless at all and just to confuse us!"

Howkins looked at him, lips curled up, "Yes, that explains everything."

"Ah - I hate Montero... His bombs are either so gorgeously routed that people don't know how to shoot them, or he's going to play these little headaches!"

"Then let's find out which two lines are the blindfold now."

"Most likely, I think it's this one, and this one." Sean gently found two wires.

"Let's verify it." Howkins used the tip of scissors to cut the outer layer of the wire very carefully. As Sean said, it was hollow.

"Okay, the first one is ruled out." Hawkins picked up another thread with his fingertips, and Sean, who had been touching his chin, held him down.

"Wait..." Sean took out the piece of paper, drew a cross on a certain line, and then thought for a dozen seconds, "Since this line is fake, then I think the other line may be it."

"Okay." Hawkins patiently separated its outer skin, once again proving that Sean's conjecture was correct, "In this way, the entire circuit is established."

"Since the pressure sensing device is connected by a single wire, let's try to remove the detonator." Sean was already sweating because of his nervousness.

Hawkins reached out and wiped Sean's sweat, "Don't worry, I'll leave the rest to you."

After that, Hawkins turned all his attention to the bomb.

Sean suddenly wondered, would Montero follow Hawkins like a shadow instead of Hawkins chasing Montero?Perhaps even returning to their homeland does not mean that they will be able to enjoy peace.

His heart was beating wildly, and it wasn't like it was in Baghdad.

If it is judged that the bomb cannot be dismantled, they can also withdraw to a safe distance as soon as possible, and they have nowhere to retreat in this aircraft.

This small space seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, but Sean knew that the air-conditioning was actually a psychological reason.

Every time Hawkins cut a thread, the tip seemed to be scratching Sean's heart, and his nerves trembled.