Bomb Disposal Elite

"Sean, we can take many more flights in the future, and I guarantee it will be first class." Hawkins didn't need to look up, he knew that Sean was nervous.

Sean laughed a little, "If there is still a chance, I might not want to fly again."

With a "click", Sean's eyelids trembled, as if all the pressure rushed to his heart.

Hawkins raised his head with a slight smile, leaned towards Sean, and kissed his lips, "We're fine, Sean."

When Sean came back to his senses, he saw the detonator in Hawkins' hand.

Letting out a long breath, Sean couldn't help but wonder how many times he could escape death?

"Let me see." Sean reached out his hand, and Hawkins threw it over.Sure enough, it had Montero's signature on it.

"He knew we were going to be on this plane, so it wasn't another 'test' for him to give you this bomb?"

"It's not a test, it's a warning." Hawkins' fingertips brushed over the two hollow lines, "He is using this bomb to tell me not to take it lightly, the game between him and me is not over yet."

"It sounds like you have changed from a chaser to his prey?" Sean was a little speechless, and now he also wants to find Montero out, because if he is not dead, the world of Sean and Hawkins will not be a day. peaceful.

Everything will be a beauty built on quicksand, which will be subverted at any time.

"He knew I wasn't going to chase him anymore, so he wanted me to live in fear of the unknown instead."

"When did you give up chasing Montero?" Sean thought he wouldn't stop until he caught Montero.

"While you were wounded ... lying next to me, I was thinking about what I would have to lose if I kept chasing Hawkins. Then you left Baghdad and I was alone in the hospital room, and it dawned on me that I should stop .” Hawkins hung his head.

"It sounds like you gave up Montero for me." Sean was a little amused.

"Well, at least you reminded me that Monte Road shouldn't be the whole of my life."

They looked at each other, and after ten seconds, Sean stood up, opened the door of the rest room, and told a flight attendant that the bomb had been defused.

When they landed at the Boston airport smoothly, the EOD personnel took the box and took the bomb quietly. The whole process was carried out in secret, and all the passengers on the plane did not know that they had been in a circle at the gate of hell.

Hawkins and Sean were taken to an office at the airport, and opposite them sat officers specially dispatched by the counter-terrorism department.

After the conversation, they determined that the maker of the bomb was Montero James, and the anti-terrorism department is also discussing whether to officially add this name to the anti-terrorism list.

It took more than three hours for Sean and the others to leave this office. With the efficiency of those officials, Sean was already a little impatient, and Rick who came to pick him up also waited for a long time.

Hawkins, who had been only answering their questions, took the initiative to speak, "Can I make a call to my friend?"

After getting the answer, Hawkins made a call to the Department of Homeland Security, then handed the phone to the officer on the other side. After hanging up, they apologized repeatedly for delaying Hawkins' time.

Hawkins pulled Sean away quickly and found Rick who had been waiting for them on the chair until he fell asleep.

"Oh my God, what the hell happened?" Rick gave Sean a big hug.

"Let's talk in the car."

Rick winked at Sean, implying that Hawkins was speaking in the same tone.

When the car drove onto the expressway, Rick was very nervous when he heard about their experience on the plane, and then he said half-jokingly after he calmed down: "If I am also on that plane, doesn't it look like Our team is on a mission on the plane?"

"I would rather the three of us never have bomb disposal missions again." Sean smiled and observed Rick.

Unlike the depressed expression when he just left Baghdad, Rick looks very good now, and he seems to have grown some flesh.

"How are you and Anna?"

"Hehe, you also know that she is a reporter in Washington. I have already applied to a police station in Washington. After I go, we are going to get married. I will definitely invite you and Hawkins."

"That's a must, buddy." Speaking of getting married, Rick couldn't hide a smile on his face.

It's been a pretty peaceful few days in Boston.

After Rick retired, he worked in a local police station.

During the day, Hawkins and Sean would stroll around the city, and at night when Rick came back from get off work, the two of them would sit in front of the TV and play games like children until twelve o'clock.

And Hawkins sat on the sofa behind them and read magazines, although most of the time he watched Sean's back.

"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we just leave Hawkins there like this?" Rick asked softly.

"What's the matter, what do you want that guy to do? Have a beer with us?"

The two imagined together, the two of them drinking beer while Hawkins sat nonchalantly aside.

"How about playing cards?" Rick suggested.

The two thought that the atmosphere at the poker table was tense, and Rick and Sean had to carefully watch Hawkins' face when they played their cards.

"Oh... I'm not happy..." Sean made a comment.

Then the two turned their heads in unison, glanced at Hawkins and then retracted.

"It can't be helped, this guy's hobbies are not wide enough." Sean shook his head.

"Then... let's continue playing?" Rick glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was only an hour before twelve o'clock, so the two continued to fight happily.

Before going to bed at night, the lights were turned off, and just as Sean changed into his pajamas, Hawkins unscrewed the door and walked in, leaning against the wall and looking at Sean's back.

When Sean turned around and found this person standing in the shadow of the wall and wardrobe, he was startled.

"Hey, this room is mine. You don't even have to knock when you come in?" Sean tilted his head, a little dissatisfied.

Hawkins walked towards him and stopped in front of him. The smile on his lips made Sean tremble, "Who says my hobbies are not wide enough? I like everything you like."

Sean froze for a moment, and immediately knew what he wanted to do, "Mr. Hawkins, this is Rick's home."

"Then try to keep your voice as low as possible." Hawkins kissed Sean on the cheek, and then pushed him onto the bed.

He worked very hard that night, and every time he went in and out, Sean thought that the other party wanted his life. He tried his best to hold back, suspecting that Hawkins wanted him to call out.

Fortunately, Rick went to work the next morning. If he saw Sean and Hawkins coming out of a room, he would probably vomit blood.

After three days in Boston, Sean and Howkins decided to return to Washington.

Rick sent them to the airport, and Sean made an appointment with him in Washington.

After getting on the plane, although Sean was flipping through the magazine in his hand, he was a little nervous in his heart, wondering if there would be another "gift" from Montero on this plane.

Hawkins reached out and held Sean's palm, "Montero won't play the same trick a second time."

Sean also felt that he was getting nervous, so he smiled lightly.

"Are you going to see your father in Washington?"

"Need not."

"Then where do you live?" Sean then felt that it was ridiculous for him to ask this question. Of course Hawkins wanted to live with him.

Howkins looked at him without speaking.

"I know, I know!" Sean suddenly wondered what Hawkins did to him and Aunt Macy saw it, "But I have to remind you, I live with my aunt, please give me peace of mind. "

When Sean opened the door, he smelled black tea.

"Auntie, I'm back!"

Sure enough, Macy came out from the kitchen wearing an apron, "Sean! Did you have a good trip?"

Sean was hugged tightly by her, and then she noticed Hawkins standing aside, "This... seems to be a friend who came to look for you!"

"Yes, aunt. We met in New York." For a moment Sean didn't know how to introduce Hawkins.

"Oh, my Sean, you have so many friends," Macy yelled upstairs, "Andrew——Sean is back!"

Andrew?He's there too?

Sean and Hawkins walked into the living room and saw Andrew coming down the stairs.

"Sean——" Andrew's smiling face froze slightly after seeing Hawkins beside him.

"Hey! Andrew! You actually showed up at my house?" Sean showed an incredible expression.

"What's so strange about this? When you were supporting the troops, you would always bring Andrew to stay at home for a few days during your shifts, and then the two of you would take a shotgun and live in the wooden house left by your father in the suburbs, and then Hunting or something." Aunt Macy put down the tea, "Honey, don't you forget?"

Sean smiled, "Auntie, you know, since I fell on my head, I really don't remember some things."

Andrew was still smiling, but his eyes were a little dim.

"By the way Andrew! When did you start your vacation?"

"Last week, I had a half-month vacation. You know, after I finished my mission in Baghdad, I heard from Jill that you were injured," Andrew glanced at Hawkins, "I was really worried, and then I heard that You're fine, and I feel much more at ease when I'm back in Washington. I'll come to see you as soon as I'm on vacation, who knows you've gone somewhere else."

Sean remembered how Andrew helped him in the support unit, and at that time he could feel that Andrew was not just a friend to Sean.He has both respect and a little guilt for Andrew.

"Since you're together again, why don't you go to the cabin for a few more days," Aunt Macy seemed to have a good impression of Andrew, "I've even prepared some snacks. This... Howkins should go too, You young people are playing together."