Bomb Disposal Elite

"I'll call you back if I hear about him." Hawkins drove away after finishing speaking.

He drove aimlessly through the streets, going to the supermarkets, cafes, and tennis clubs they had been to. He knew it was impossible to find Sean in those places, but he couldn't stop looking.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, he received only one call, and it was from Aunt Macy.

"Hey honey, I can't get Sean, is he with you?"

"...He's not here..." Hawkins wanted to lie, but it was difficult for him to lie, "We got separated at the Culler's banquet."

"Oh, won't that disobedient kid go on a trip with his bag again?" Maybe it's because Sean is almost 30 years old, and Aunt Macy can't imagine that he will be in any danger, "My My good friend Lydia is sick, I'm going to take care of him, when I come back tomorrow, I will definitely teach Sean a lesson for you, did he leave you there?"

"Hmm." For some reason, the words "throw it there" made Hawkins feel a little heartbroken.For some reason, what he fears the most is that Sean will abandon him.

At this moment, Eric was sitting on Romon's bed, leaning shoulder to shoulder with him.

There was no light in the room, only a faint light came in from the window.

"Romon, tell me why you grabbed Sean?" Eric turned sideways and rested his head on Romon's shoulder.

"Because of Sean's existence, Hawkins lost the heart to continue playing the game."

"You make me feel that this game is more important in your heart than mine."

Romon let out a chuckle: "It is indeed more important than you. Because if this game is over, I don't know what else I can live on."

"You are the cruelest person in the world." Eric sighed very long, "And I will destroy the Culler family because of your game."

"Why, if you really care about the money and status that the Kule family gave you, you can withdraw from this game and pretend that you don't know anything." Romon's voice was full of indifference.

"You know... only you are what I want most." Eric put his arms around the people around him, "Now... Sean should have been transported to our secret base."

At twelve midnight, Hawkins drove back to the front of Sean's house.

Every window was dark. He came to Sean's room and turned on the light, but it was still depressingly empty.

"Where did you go... Sean..."

Sean, who had been dizzy all this time, slowly woke up, his head ached.

Reaching out to press his temple, his elbow hit some metal.

Those pictures flashed in the noise, Romon's smile, the teapot, and the door...

"Damn!" Sean remembered that he had to tell Hawkins... He suddenly opened his eyes, everything was pitch black, except for the faint light from the small holes on the top of his head, which made him gradually get used to it, and then he slowly Slowly realized that it was not sunlight but light.

Is it day or night now!

He tried to sit up, but bumped his head against the iron sheet. He moved his body and found that he was locked in an iron coffin. If it wasn't for those small holes, he might have been suffocated inside!

Where is this place?

Sean realized that he should have been caught by Romon.

Remembering that this guy is Eric's brother, and Eric invited him to this banquet, there is a 80.00% probability that they are together!If Hawkins hadn't been played by them, maybe he is being played around by them now!

"Son ofbitch!" Sean gritted his teeth, and bumped his arm upwards, causing the entire iron coffin to rattle.His body was barely big enough to sit up halfway.

Sean crackled and bumped, like a wild animal in a cage, and after a few minutes, he just lay back panting.What the hell is this place without other people's voices?

If Romon is Montero James, what on earth is he going to do with himself?Threatening Howkins?

Howkins no longer intends to dismantle his bomb, why should Montero risk his identity to kidnap himself?

damn it!Is there anyone here?

Shouldn't he wait until he turned into a mummy without anyone noticing?

Hawkins sat on the edge of Sean's bed, his head bowed.

He picked up the phone and dialed the other person's number.Once and twice, no one answered, and it was not until the third time that a sleepy voice was heard.

"Hey... which bastard is it..."

"Johnny, I'm Howkins."

"Oh, Hawkins! Don't you ever know when it's time to call? It's one o'clock at night, my God!"

"I want you to help me find someone."

"Who?"

"Shawn Ives."

"Oh... no way? Last time you asked me to check his bank records, this time... he disappeared again? Or did you never find him?"

"I found it, and then he disappeared again."

"How long has he been missing?"

"About eleven hours."

"Being missing for 48 hours is considered missing." Johnny was about to hang up the phone angrily.

"Something happened to him, I know." Hawkins' voice was cold and sharp, "No matter who captures him or hurts him, even if it chases him to hell...I will find him."

Johnny froze for a moment. He knew that Hawkins rarely asked his friends for help, and he said in this tone, "Tell me everything that happened, including any details."

Until the morning light shone on Hawkins' back through the window sill the next day, he still kept looking at the door with that expression, as if Sean would suddenly appear.

The phone rang suddenly, and Hawkins picked it up to see that his heart was lifted, and it showed Sean's number on it.

"Sean! Where are you?"

"How does it feel to be alone waiting for the sunrise?"

The pupils dilated in an instant, Hawkins' breath was caught in his throat, "Montero!"

"I'm sorry, not dear Sean. But you only have three days. You know that a person can only live for three days at most without water and food?"

"You took him!"

"Yes, there were too many people at that banquet, and it's easy to take away one person. Hawkins, if you have something you like very much, you should hide it where others can't see it, otherwise... ...you'll lose it."

"He's not a thing." The rage fell from a height and gradually became cold.

"I like to hear your voice now, so the game will be interesting."

"That's your game, not mine."

"Well, anyway, this is the last game between you and me, the previous ones don't count, and there will be no more in the future. Wait for my call, do as I say, and I can consider letting your little baby Survive before the end of the game. Also, if this matter is known by a third person besides you and me... I know you have some friends in the FBI, and your mother has a good relationship with the CIA, but as long as there is a bang, you can't even Sean's body will never be found."

After speaking, the phone was hung up.

When Hawkins tried to call again, it showed that he could not connect.

He lay on the bed, his fingers trembling, not with anger but with fear.

Until Xiao En's breath lightly embraced him, his anxious mood gradually settled.

The phone rang again, this time it was Hawkins' mother.

"Hey myboy, I assume you're still in bed with someone?"

"...I lost him again." Hawkins curled up on the bed.

"Did he run away? Or were you being too savage to him in bed? It doesn't matter, we can freeze his account again..."

"No, mother. He didn't want to leave me. I didn't hold on to him."

"Did something happen?"

"It's okay, Mom. I'll take care of it."

After the call was cut off, Howkins got up and made himself breakfast.Since Montero said he wants to play games with himself, he will abide by his rules, but some results may not be as Montero expected.

He took a nap. No matter what Montero's purpose is, he can only compete with the opponent if he has enough energy.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, he received another call from Montero.

"Honey, please go out and turn to the right, you will see a tram stop, three to five minutes later, there will be a 5, you sit on it, and after ten minutes, you will know what I want you to do." Said Finished, hang up the phone.

Howkins found the station as he said.A few minutes later, 339 stopped there.

There were only half of the passengers in the car, and Hawkins found a seat after getting up, and looked around the entire car calmly.

If there's anything Montero wants Hawkins to do, it's just one thing—bomb defuse.

The car was less than two or three meters away when the driver's walkie-talkie rang.

"Attention, Roger, we just received news that there is a bomb in your car..."

"What? Bomb!"

The driver's surprised voice made the passengers in the whole car commotion.

"Listen Roger, you must not stop, keep driving!"

"I know... I have to keep driving... what else..."

But the passengers have already started to panic and ask to stop.

"The police will come to support you soon, you must not stop, and the speed must be kept above 40 miles!"

"Understood!" The driver swallowed, his fingers holding the steering wheel were turning white.

"Let us out!"

"Why don't you stop!"

Some passengers have even stepped forward to force the driver to open the door and hit the brakes.

"The car will explode if the speed is lower than 40 mph!" The driver couldn't hold back and yelled out.

"you're lying!"

"Why would I tell this lie! Don't I want to pull over and get out!"

The driver yelled, and the car immediately fell silent.

Hawkins stepped forward and asked him, "Did you say where the bomb is?"

"I don't know... I don't know..." The driver was already incoherent. Fortunately, it's not the rush hour yet, and there aren't many pedestrians on the road, but they have already passed several red lights, and it will be a matter of time before they hit a pedestrian.