Bomb Disposal Elite

"Sean, Haiwen is different from you. He is a good boy. When you were sleeping in late this morning, Haiwen not only drove me to the church, but also patiently walked me through the supermarket with me. and tidied up the eaves." Aunt Macy patted Hawkins' shoulder with a smile, "Compared to you, a bad boy who only laughs and fools me every day, Haven is much more reliable, isn't he? "

Eric laughed: "Oh, dear Sean, it sounds like Hawkins is definitely a good husband, just marry him!"

Aunt Macy also said in a very serious tone: "If my Jenny hasn't married yet, Haven is also a good choice."

Sean was a little embarrassed by what they said.

"I know that I, an old man, can't talk about your young people's topics. I'll go and prepare dinner again. Call me if necessary."

"So... are you two really together?" Eric held on to the teacup, lowered his voice, and blinked at Sean.

"Ah, yes." Sean was a little surprised, they didn't have many chances to see Eric in Baghdad.Although this well-bred young man made Sean very fond of him, Sean didn't feel that he and Hawkins were very obvious in front of him.

Hawkins just lowered his eyebrows and drank his coffee quietly, without any expression.

"Hehe, why do you think I can see it?" Eric had a smug look in his eyes, "I grew up in business."

"It's good that the rich don't discriminate against us petty citizens." Sean smiled.

"By the way, Sean, what are your plans?"

"Oh, Hawkins might go to Sudan when his leave is over, and I'm getting ready to leave the army. The government might put me in that department, police... the sheriff might be an FBI agent?"

"I won't go to Sudan." Hawkins put down his teacup and looked at Sean. "I will be officially discharged from the military and join the FBI or other departments starting next month."

"Huh?" Sean was stunned for a moment, he couldn't imagine Hawkins giving up the bomb disposal.

"Is what you said... true?" Eric was obviously shocked.

"Yes." Hawkins nodded.

"Oh... I heard that your father is a lieutenant general. I guess he would be more willing to let you develop in the military..."

"What he really doesn't want is for me to explode like a bomb, blowing up everything he's worked so hard for." Hawkins twitched the corner of his mouth slightly sarcastically, "Or..."

"Or he wants to protect you. No matter where you want to go, as long as the place is safe, he will spare no effort to help you get there." Sean smiled.

When Eric left, he gave Sean and Hawkins two invitations to the banquet.

"This is my mother's birthday party, but the guests are all business people, boring and hypocritical..." Eric raised his eyebrows, "But if you come, at least I can find someone who can really talk."

"Can you guarantee that the food at the party is good?"

"I promise." Eric smiled and left.

After closing the door, Hawkins sat on the sofa and watched Sean clear the table.

"Hey, Aunt Macy said you were a good boy, why didn't the good boy come and help me clear the table."

"You never called me by my name once." Hawkins' voice was low, faintly low.

Sean stopped what he was doing, raised his head halfway and seemed to be thinking about something, "Maybe it's because...you always seem to be not easy to get along with, making people... not very..."

"Then why don't you try calling me now?" Howkins tilted his head and stared at Sean's back.

Then Sean turned around slowly, leaned against the table, and looked back at the other party.

"Haven." Sean said softly.

"Can I read it again?"

"Haven." Sean said clearly.

"Read it again."

"Okay, Haven, I'm going to take these plates into the kitchen!" Sean turned around, laughing out of Hawkins' sight.

Because Eric's banquet was very formal, Sean had to go to the room and find all the suits and spread them on the bed.

"And that's all the suits?" Hawkins asked, standing behind him.

"Hehe...it should be. It looks a bit outdated..."

"It's like attending a funeral." Howkins' evaluation was never merciless. "Come on, go out and buy two new ones."

Not only was his judgment merciless, but so was his taste.

When the female shop assistant delivered those expensive suits to him one by one, all he got was a cold "No".

Even if he has a handsome face, it doesn't mean he can get their endless patience.

"I want these two." Sean took two of their sizes and went to pay for them.

The waitresses looked at him with incomparably grateful eyes.

"Let's go, Haven!" Sean especially emphasized the name, "There is no such thing as perfect in your imagination in this world, neither are people, nor are clothes."

Hawkins didn't speak, just went to drive.

"I just want you to wear your best," he said as he started the car.

A few days later, they came to Kule's house.

Eric's family is richer than Sean imagined.The whole villa looks like a miniature White House.

There are dining tables covered with clean white tablecloths on the well-trimmed lawn in front of the door, and various foods make people wonder what to choose.

The women in elegant dresses smiled sweetly, and the men were discussing something with each other while resting their female companions and toasting.

Sean looked around, but couldn't find Eric for a while.

"Haven, to be honest, if you were a beautiful woman, you might be more suitable for this occasion."

Perhaps it was because the two of them were handsome, and compared to most middle-aged people with beer bellies in this banquet, they had more eyes. Two young girls were about to come over to strike up a conversation.

Sean was looking for everything with cheese, but Hawkins took the tray from him and led him to the inconspicuous place of the banquet.

"What's the matter?" Sean looked around strangely, and saw the two girls staring at them, "Hey, Haven, I wouldn't be jealous if a beautiful woman talked to you."

Howkins pulled him to the corridor on both sides of the grass, put the dinner plate on the table, "but I will care."

"What do you care about?" Sean felt a little silly after asking this sentence. Of course Hawkins would care about those girls surrounding Sean.

"It seems that you understand." Hawkins chuckled.

But the place is pleasant.

Sean eats like a typical American soldier, but Hawkins is very elegant.Sean has always felt that "elegance" is a sissy thing, but Hawkins' elegance is a restrained and rigorous demeanor.

While Sean was enjoying the cheese and admiring Hawkins with undisguised eyes, Eric strolled over with a glass of wine.

"I was still looking for you everywhere. I was worried that you didn't come. I have been hiding here for a long time." Eric, who is usually gentle, combed his hair and looked more mature.

"The meal is great, especially the cheese." Sean smiled, and when he touched the wine glass in his hand, the whole thing spilled out.

Hawkins wanted to reach out to take it, but the wine dripped from between his fingers, and still soaked Sean's left leg.

"Sean, you don't need to be so excited to see me." Eric smiled and pointed to the villa, "You can go to the second room on the left on the third floor, which is my cloakroom, and just find a pair of pants to change Bar."

"No, I'm just sitting here anyway."

"Are you going to wait for the sun to dry you? Go ahead, it's no big deal. I'll be with you dear Haven." Eric sat down, "Finally you can take a rest."

"Thank you then, I hope I can fit your pants." Sean got up, walked around those guests and entered the villa.

Go to the second room on the third floor and open the door. The whole room is dark.Sean fumbled to turn on the light and froze.

This is not a cloakroom at all, but a large room filled with many strange things.

Sean couldn't see very clearly, but he knew that this was not where he was going. Just as he was about to turn around, the sound of a wheelchair came from deep in the room.

"Since you're here, come in and take a look. I haven't had any guests for a long time." A gentle male voice sounded.

In front of me is an iron trough extending from the ceiling, making many turns in the air, so complicated that people can't figure it out. The end of the iron trough is set on the ground.

A wheelchair came out from behind this strange device. A man looked somewhat similar to Eric, but seemed to have some exotic blood.His long black hair was tied softly behind his head, and his face was a little pale, as if he hadn't seen sunlight for a long time.He put his hands on his legs from both sides of the wheelchair, looked up at Sean: "Are you the guest of this banquet?"

"Ah, not really. I'm just Eric's guest." Sean thought for a while, "Are you Eric's... brother?"

"I am." The other party nodded, his windows were covered by curtains, and the other party seemed to notice that Sean was staring at the curtains. "Think I'm a loner?"

"Ah... I just heard from Eric that you don't leave this room very often."

"I just don't like people staring at my empty calf." The other party chuckled, "My name is Romon, what about you? Would you like to stay with me for a while?"

"I'm Sean. If you don't mind, I'd certainly like to have a chat with you." Sean looked around at all the devices of different sizes in this room, each of which seemed to have something ingenious, "You seem Like an inventor."