Bomb Disposal Elite

"I'm just idle and bored." Romon casually pulled a rope hanging from the ceiling, and a small ball rolled down from the top of the iron trough, "I calculate every turning angle and every slope." It was fine, and when it fell into that little hole at the bottom, it took exactly 10 minutes."

"Oh, this is so interesting!"

"It's just a child's thing." Romon smiled, and led Sean to introduce his gizmos row by row, and then came to the table, motioning Sean to sit down in front of him.

Just as Sean sat down, the teapot on the table tilted automatically, and the tea flowed into the cup.

"Oh, this is really interesting!" Sean turned his head sideways to observe the device under the base of the teapot.

"Hehe, it took me a long time to get this thing out today. Eric also said that he would put it into production. This kid is a businessman at heart." Romon pushed the teacup in front of Sean, "Taste it, This is brewed from the tea powder I made."

Sean picked it up and took a sip, "Well, it tastes good."

According to Eric's description, Sean thought his brother was a gloomy person.Because many soldiers who returned from injuries on the battlefield had post-war psychological trauma to some extent, but at present, it seems that Romon is easier to get along with than he imagined.

"You served in Baghdad?"

"Yes." Sean didn't know whether he should tell the department he belonged to, after all, Romon's legs were injured by a bomb.It is probably because of this reason that when Sean saw Romon, he would have a feeling of wanting to talk to him or to comfort him.

"My leg was injured by a bomb during a peacekeeping operation in Afghanistan." Romon narrated his past in a calm tone.But Sean knew that there was deep pain hidden under this calmness, and it was just that time had made him used to this pain.

"I was blown up, my legs were in severe pain, but I clearly felt that I was really flying at that moment." Romon fiddled with the edge of the teacup, he smiled, but Sean But I feel that there is no helplessness or pain in his smile, but it seems to be nostalgic for the very good past.

This made Sean uncomfortable, and the soldier's premonition told him that he should leave immediately.

"That Romon, there is still a companion waiting for me below, I have to go find him." Sean smiled apologetically, "But I promise I will come to see you again."

Romon just leaned back and looked at Sean for the rest of his life: "After that, I started to study these little things. But they are not my most proud inventions... or works of art."

Sean's eyelids trembled, and he pushed away the chair and was about to leave.

But the moment he stood up, his eyes began to blur, and he couldn't stand still.

"The moment when the bomb explodes is very beautiful. The moment when death comes is like a drug, which tenses our nerves and makes people addicted. I used to think that Hawkins loved bomb disposal so much because he also enjoyed this pleasure. But obviously I was wrong." Romon's voice was inducing, as if he was telling a story to a child.

"He...is different from you!" With all his strength, Sean staggered out of the seat.

He's going out, he can't stay here any longer.

Romon... Romon...

A wave of horror rushed through his body, and he suddenly understood... Romon is Montero!

"Have you ever been in the special forces?" Romon's wheelchair slowly followed behind Sean, "I poured something into the cup of tea just now, and most people can't last that long. Sean, you are very strong." .”

I'm not interested in your compliments!

Sean resisted, he wants to go out!Please tell Hawkins!

"Stop struggling, Sean." Romon's voice lingered in Sean's ears like a nightmare.

fuck you!

The door in front of him appeared countless double images in front of Xiao En's eyes, and the whole space was spinning.

Sean stretched out his arm to grab the doorknob, and the moment his fingertips touched it, everything fell into darkness.

With a snap, he fell down.

Romon's wheelchair came to his side, and his pale fingers caressed Sean's head: "You look beautiful when you smile, baby...has Hawkins ever told you that?"

Then, he dragged Sean's collar with one hand, and controlled the wheelchair with the other, moving into the room with difficulty.

"Also, I am very good at changing my voice. Guess if he is face to face with me, can he recognize who I am?"

When he came to the wall, he put Sean down and turned a desk lamp over. The gadgets in the room were slowly gathered and hidden on the wall or table.

"I can also hide you like I did just now." Romon chuckled, "And he can't find you no matter what."

The whole room became empty, as if nothing had happened.

At the grass banquet, Hawkins frowned, and Eric raised his hand to look at his watch: "Huh? Why hasn't Sean come back yet? It can't really be my pants that he can't fit in?"

Howkins called Sean on his cell phone.

Romon, who was dragging Sean to the bed, took out the vibrating mobile phone from his pants, smiled slightly, and took out the battery in the mobile phone.

"How's it going?" Eric asked.

"He doesn't answer."

"I'll go take a look in the cloakroom." Eric put down his glass and got up.

"I'll go with you." Hawkins' eyes darkened.

They came to the third floor together, and Eric pushed open his cloakroom, where suits and casual clothes were neatly hung.

Obviously, Sean is not here.

"Sean—Sean—" Eric called along the corridor, a maid passed by, Eric grabbed him, "There is a gentleman who should come to the cloakroom to change trousers, did you see him ?”

"Sir, he may have been here but I didn't see it... You know we're all busy with a party outside."

Eric looked at Howkins: "Why don't you call Elvis's house and see if he has gone back to change?"

Hawkins called, and Aunt Macy answered.But the other party said Sean didn't go back at all.

After hanging up the phone, Hawkins opened the doors of the rooms one by one and walked in to check.

He had a hunch that Sean was right here and didn't leave.Although this feeling makes no sense.

One room couldn't be opened, Hawkins turned to Eric, "Do you have a key?"

Eric knew that Hawkins wouldn't stop until he checked all the rooms, "This is my father's study, and he hasn't used it much since he passed away."

The door opened, and a desk was seen. Behind the desk was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, which was very imposing.

Hawkins walked in and found that the bookshelves were built into the wall, and behind the wall was the grass. It was impossible to hide people in this study.

"Hey, Howkins... To be honest, how do I feel... Do you think I kidnapped Sean?" Eric looked a little displeased, "I want to say that he is an adult, and he was once an adult. Special soldier, no one can do anything to him without being discovered by others? Maybe he just walks somewhere... Maybe he just thinks you look at him too closely..."

These words made Hawkins' face change, and Eric felt the cold breath, so he stopped talking.

"I just want to find him." Hawkins left the room and went to another room.

"Hey, that's my brother's room." Eric prevented Hawkins from unscrewing the door, "My brother doesn't like people entering his room casually."

Hawkins looked sideways at Eric, who sighed and knocked on the door: "Hey, Romon, can I come in?"

A few seconds later, I heard the voice of getting dressed, "Come in, what's the matter?"

Eric opened the door, it was a rather empty room, a person was lying there, the bedside lamp was on, it was daytime, but the curtains were closed tightly.

"It's really early for a nap." Eric led Hawkins in. "Well, I have a friend who came up to change his pants, but he disappeared."

"It seems that your friend likes hide-and-seek." Romon's voice was soft, like a priest in a church.

"Eh... Actually, he is very serious and doesn't like to play this kind of game very much." Eric shrugged his eyebrows, "Romon, has anyone visited your room?"

"Yes." Romon paused, "You two. Why don't you introduce me to the friends behind you?"

"He's Haven Hawkins, we met in Baghdad." Eric looked at Hawkins, who kept staring at Romon, Eric had to elbow him, very small said the voice, "He cannot walk."

Hawkins then slowly looked away, and saw a wheelchair on the other side of the bed.

"Romon, we still have to find that friend, take a good nap." After speaking, Eric signaled Hawkins to leave with him.

When he came to the corridor, Eric said to Hawkins in an unusually serious tone: "Instead of looking for Sean here, you might as well look for it elsewhere. I don't know if you are making Sean unhappy again." Or what, that's how it is in Baghdad, isn't he always mad at you?"

Hawkins paused for two seconds, looked into Eric's eyes, "I see."

Then he turned and left.

Eric looked at his back and raised his chin slightly, his eyes became gloomy: "This matter is really troublesome..."

Hawkins searched again among the guests, but there was still no sign of Sean.

When they came to the parking lot, their car was still there.He called Sean over and over again, but no one answered.

At sunset, when the banquet ended and all the guests left one after another, Hawkins still stood there, thinking about Sean's possible whereabouts.

The phone rang and he got through right away, but unfortunately it was Eric.

"Have you found Sean?"

"No." Hawkins frowned.

"Well, you go back and wait for a while, maybe Sean will come home later. If he hasn't returned tomorrow night, we can call the police." Eric took a breath, "Honestly speaking, I am now I also feel that something is wrong, with Sean's personality, if he has anything to do, he will definitely call us and won't let us look for him everywhere."