Bomb Disposal Elite

Sean laughed.

If we can live this time, I will never let you look for me all over the world like this.

It won't make you anxious anymore, and it won't make you uneasy again.

Hawkins opened the shell of the bomb, and the wiring of the bomb was connected to the control lock of the door.If Sean hadn't been caught up in it this time, maybe he would have admired Montero's erudition.

Sean closed his eyes, and he could feel how Hawkins' slender fingers were probing those lines, and how focused his eyes were, even the curvature of his lips seemed to be in front of his eyes.

Xiao En suddenly understood that no matter how wonderful dreams this man had in his heart, or what illusions he had chased, he was the most special in his mind.

It was not Montero's bomb that made Hawkins give up everything, but Sean.

He once said to him, "I'll be your back".

For Hawkins, the meaning of this sentence may not only mean that Sean will be a very trustworthy teammate, or how good Sean is at finding those who try to hurt Hawkins in the crowd.

Howkins once said that Sean made him feel safe and peaceful, not because of how similar he is to White, but because Sean will rush to those dangers without meaning. grab him before.

Sean tilted his head and shook his head.

I think I love you, Haven.

Hawkins, who was cutting off the wire, couldn't hear Sean's movement, and seemed to get nervous, "Sean."

"I'm here." Sean tapped on the iron door with his fingertips, and he finally understood why Hawkins always liked to call his own name, and didn't say anything else after he finished calling.Because he was restless, he just wanted to make sure Sean was still there for him.

Hawkins let out a breath as he disengaged the detonator connected to the electronic lock.

"Sean, I'm going to open the door."

Sean smiled when he heard his voice: "Are you nervous?"

Hawkins held the door with his hand, breathing there.

"Don't be afraid, I'm sure if there is a bomb, we must have hugged each other before we died."

These words made Howkins resolutely pull the door open.

As the rolling door moved, Howkins finally saw Sean. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his shoulders, his face was haggard, but his eyes were flowing, penetrating along Hawkins' nerves into the depths of his thinking.

Without words, they hugged each other tightly.

Hawkins stroked Sean's back and shoulders vigorously, as if he was still confirming that the person in his arms was really Sean.

Sean also took a breath, "Haven, I don't think this is a good place to hug..."

Hawkins still didn't let go, just backed away step by step with Sean in his arms, and left the warehouse.

In the setting sun, Hawkins kissed Sean.

As violent as ever, it seemed that there was a bit more joy of regaining what was lost.Sean was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and he hadn't eaten or drank for more than two days, so his head was dizzy.

But at this moment, he didn't push him any further.He felt and endured Hawkins' ecstasy, and stretched out his hands to grab his neck. If one day they ushered in the last moment, Sean didn't want to regret that he didn't have each other with Hawkins to the fullest today.

At this moment, Hawkins' cell phone rang again, interrupting him and his world.

He reluctantly left Sean's lips and connected the call, because he knew something should be over at this moment.

"Hey, Hawkins, don't tell me you haven't found which warehouse Sean is locked in." Romon smiled, and Eric was behind him, and they had already reached the door of Culler's house.

"I've found it, Montero. Sean is by my side."

Sean suddenly understood, grabbed Hawkins and said, "Haven! Romon! Romon Culler is Montero James!"

When Romon heard Sean's voice on the phone, he couldn't help but froze.

"That's impossible! There's a bomb inside the door!"

Hawkins looked at Sean, only then noticed that his fingers were wrapped with bloody cloth strips, and suddenly frowned, "What's going on?"

Sean took the phone, "Romon, do you think that iron coffin can trap me? Next time the person you want to lock in can't get out, I suggest you use rivets, and don't give them too much room to move."

Romon's fingers trembled, and a distorted expression appeared on his pale face, "What about the bomb? Did you defuse that bomb?"

"Yes, I dismantled him with my own hands." Sean said calmly, as if being locked up for more than two days was nothing at all.

"How did you do it? It's impossible for the support team to teach you to disarm electronic bombs... Howkins taught you?"

"No, it should be said that I would have been." Sean twitched the corner of his mouth, thanking God for giving him the brain of Vincent Mann, "Maybe God reborn me just to give you such a blow - Montero ·James. You thought your game would be over this time, you thought you'd be the winner, sorry...you're still the coward hiding in the shadows, and Hawkins will be with me, walking in the A place you dare not go, a life you envy but can't live. Now that your identity is exposed, be it DHS, or Interpol, or me and Hawkins, wherever you hide, We're going to grab you out, put you in the sun, and show everyone what a bomb artist looks like!"

"Stop! Stop talking! I tell you to stop!" Romon yelled towards the phone, and Eric behind him hugged him in surprise.

"Romon! Romon!"

"Tell Eric for me, staying with someone like you is really more miserable than being in hell!"

Romon roared hysterically, threw the phone out and hit the ground.

He clasped Eric's hand and asked him more and more frantically: "Eric! Is it miserable to be with me? Do you feel miserable?"

Eric twitched the corners of his mouth and folded his arms, "Why, Romon... I just want to be with you. As long as I can be with you, it's a happy thing. I just want... If you It would be great if you could give me some of the energy you put on Hawkins..."

"Let's go, let's go right away! Let's go where others can't find us!" Romon grabbed Eric's hand, his nails were very hard, and blood was drawn on it, but Eric didn't seem to feel the pain Usually, the head stays next to Romon's ear.

At this moment, several black cars across the road stopped. FBI agents came down and pointed guns at them.

"Romon Kuller - you can't go anywhere from now on, we will arrest you on multiple charges of obstructing national security!" Johnny's finger was on the trigger, if it wasn't for what Hawkins said Doing a deep investigation, who would have thought that the eldest son of a large family, who was still in a wheelchair and had served in Afghanistan for his country, would be the bomb maniac?

Sitting there blankly, Romon murmured softly, "Eric... what should we do? They won't let us go..."

"It doesn't matter where we go? As long as we are together." Eric still had that gentle and polite smile on his lips, and he stretched out his hand to press somewhere on the wheelchair.

There was only a loud bang, and the airflow scattered and rushed in all directions. The detectives covered their faces with their arms, and their heads were buzzing from the shock.

Two agents who were too late to avoid it were affected and injured.

Johnny stared blankly at the burning car in front of him. One wheel of the wheelchair rolled over, and the two who were snuggling there just now were blown away.

Hawkins and Sean received the news on their way out of the warehouse.

Hawkins continued to drive with a blank expression, while Sean carefully watched his expression.

A few minutes later, Hawkins pulled over and leaned his head back in the seat.

"Haven..." Sean knew that Hawkins had been chasing Montero for a long time, and even had a face-to-face conversation with him at Culler's house. Perhaps Hawkins wanted to ask Montero about Wright, or ask him Why those bombs were made, but now Hawkins has no answer.

"Sean...I can't believe it...Did that guy really blow himself up?" Hawkins asked softly.

Shaking his hand, Sean said, "What trick can he use to fool so many agents?"

A few seconds later, Howkins showed Sean's unexpected expression.

It was an indescribable relief, he smiled and turned his face to kiss Sean, "Finally there is nothing to worry about! We can take a plane to travel! No one will tell me there is a bomb on it!"

"Haven..." Sean was also surprised, he didn't expect Hawkins to face Romon's death with such an open-minded attitude.

"You know what...I've always been worried...that one day Montero's gift will suddenly appear in the car we're sitting in, in the house we live in, or even under the seat where we drink coffee. I used to look forward to his Gift, that represented a clue from him. But... right now I just want all things about him to disappear from my world. I don't want to imagine anyone or anything that would make me lose you..."

Sean's eyes were a little sore, his heart was trembling, and as Hawkins opened and closed his lips, "Now do you want to say thank God?"

"On the day I die, if you are still by my side, I will personally thank him." Hawkins stepped on the gas pedal and hummed Sean's favorite song.

His voice has a clear texture, and it gently echoed in the carriage, making Sean's thoughts flutter along with it.

Their car stopped at the entrance of the urban hospital, and Hawkins took Sean to bandage the wound on his finger.

The nurse was stunned when she took off the cloth strip, and kept asking how Sean's finger was injured, because the wound went all the way to the phalanx.

As Hawkins drove Sean away from the hospital, his expression was somber.

"What's wrong? Haven?" Sean rested his head on the car window, looking at Hawkins' side face, "Is it because of my finger injury?"

"This is the second time you have been injured. After you were injured that time, I told myself that I would not let you be injured again."

"But this time you really saved me, when I needed you the most. More than anything else. Small wounds like this will heal one day, and we were all soldiers once, and this kind of wound is almost impossible. It's worth mentioning." Sean patted Hawkins on the shoulder amusedly.

When they came to the door, they found a luxury car parked in front of the garage.

Sean was a little curious, "Hey, this car looks like..." It seems that there are no friends in the Ives family who can drive such an expensive car.

"It's Perry." Howkins got out of the car and took Sean's hand.

"Perry? Who?"

"My mother." Hawkins opened the door, a gorgeous woman was sitting on the sofa, and two men in casual suits stood behind him.

"Mom, you seem to have come in without the master's permission." Hawkins' voice was a little low, but there was no sign of anger.

Perry turned her face gracefully, and her gaze shifted to Sean: "Is he really Sean?"

This was the first time Sean saw Hawkins' mother. Her smile was soft and elegant, and Hawkins' elegance was probably inherited from her.

"Yes, ma'am."

Perry got up and took Sean's hand, wanting him to come and sit down together, only to find the gauze on his hand: "Oh, my God, why are you hurt?"

"Ma'am, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Sean sat down, when a man in the kitchen came out and put a seafood soup in front of Sean, the strong taste made Sean swallow saliva.

"Haven, you are such an ignorant child. Sean seems to have been hungry for a long time, and you didn't take him to eat." Perry looked at Hawkins amusedly, and then turned to Sean, "Hope It and your appetite."

"Mom." Howkins called her.

"Haven, can you go out and buy me a bottle of nail polish? I want to talk to Sean alone."

Hawkins frowned and looked at Sean, "Mom, I think Sean is tired."

"It's okay, Haven. I'm drinking delicious thick soup and sitting next to an eye-catching beauty. It's very good. If it weren't for your cold eyes, I think I can digest it better." Sean smiled toward Hao Kings waved his hand.He believed that Mrs. Pei Li, who came from afar, must have no malice towards him.

Hawkins looked at Sean for two seconds, but still chose to turn around and leave: "I won't buy any nail polish, I'll just wait outside the door for you to finish talking."

Perry looked at Hawkins' back and laughed: "Sean, it looks like he's watching you very closely."

"Yes."

"Sean, Haven is my child, he doesn't need to say anything to me, I can see what he is thinking."

"This is the special function of the mother."

"Yeah, in Baghdad, he called me. He said he seemed to be in love with someone. You know what the kid called 'as if' was no different from 'is'. When you turned to him in Baghdad When I was cold, he asked me 'Mom, did I do something wrong'. I really didn't think that Haven would wonder if I did something wrong one day. You know he has always been stubborn and proud. I can't help but want to get angry."

Sean lowered his head. He thought that Hawkins was the kind of person who was stubborn all the way and didn't know how to think. He didn't have those delicate feelings, but it was obvious that Sean underestimated his influence on Hawkins.

"When you were injured, he said everything was his fault. If you don't wake up, he will die." Perry put her hand on Sean's cheek, "Then I go to pray every day, I hope you To be able to live so that my son can move on with his life..."

At this moment, Sean met Perry's eyes, the icy blue ocean was as evocative as Hawkins' eyes.

"Even when he came back to Miami and stayed by my side, it was clear to me that my son was no longer mine. He held his phone tightly every day, always watching if someone would Call him. He'll walk around the pool unconsciously, like a young guy who's overwhelmed by his first love. He'll just buy a plane ticket and leave when he can't get through to you, or even Didn't say goodbye to me." Mrs. Perry paused, "I want to say Sean, I know my son, he will desperately pursue what he wants, maybe you just can't get rid of his entanglement or love him There is nothing you can do about his stubbornness, but if he never gets what he wants with you, you will drive him crazy..."

"I love him, ma'am." Sean held Perry's hand, and he felt that he had never said a word so seriously in his life, "I don't know if this is what he wants, and I don't know how long it will last, But I love him..."

Perry's eyes quivered, "Thank you... Sean... thank you."

"Of course, I'm sorry I didn't see him look like a bewildered kid." Sean laughed, and Perry curled her lips accordingly.

That night, when Hawkins was lying on the bed with his arms around Sean, he held Sean in his arms, as if he wanted to ask something but didn't know how to ask.

"I want to ask what your mother told me?"

"What did she say?"

"... She said you are a bad-tempered child and asked me to tolerate you." Sean turned around and hugged Hawkins, "Go to New York with me in two days."

"Ok."

This weekend, Sean and Howkins came to the cemetery where Vincent Mann was buried in the suburbs of New York.

The weather was not very good, with continuous drizzle falling.

Hawkins stood next to Sean holding an umbrella, and in front of them was Vincent's tombstone.

"I have something to tell you." Sean stared at Vincent's name engraved on it, and said slowly, "Vincent Mann is a graduate student in electrical circuits at T25 Air Force Base, he was devastated because his girlfriend abandoned him , a professor's words irritated him, so he joined the EOD unit in Baghdad as a technician. Then he was shot in the neck while covering the bomb defuse of Scar, and he died...but he didn't Go to God, and when he wakes up, he finds himself Shawn Ives."

The umbrella above his head shook slightly.

Sean turned his face to look at Hawkins, his expression remained the same, and his eyes were still deep.

"He felt very confused, is he Sean or Vincent? How should he continue his life? So he returned to Baghdad to join the EOD team, but this time he met Haven Howe Kings."

Sean stopped. He waited, waiting for Hawkins to give him a response.

He knew Hawkins wasn't going to look surprised or treat him like a monster, he just didn't want any secrets between them.

As if Sean knew that Hawkins had White in his past, Sean felt that he should let the other party know about Vincent's existence.

"I fell in love with a man who doesn't drink orange juice. His favorite food is cheese, especially cheese powder. His favorite song is The end of the world. He is very proficient in electrical circuits. He plays basketball well. He I used to have sex fantasies about Angelina Jolie. It annoys me a bit. That's the kind of person I fell in love with, and it doesn't have much to do with his name being Sean or Vincent. Just to add, he Favorite plant is mint."

Hawkins took out the small potted plant from the plastic bag in his hand, and stretched it out in front of Sean.

In an instant, the scent of mint permeated the small space under the umbrella, lingering and long.

The author has something to say: Everyone has nothing to look forward to, this article is over!The article is over, but I don't know when my stressful life will be a little easier.Thank you for always being by my side, comforting me and encouraging me, I will remember you all!Spoiler or something... I've been physically and mentally exhausted to be able to fill this hole, and I really want to rest.I wish everyone well!Before I make another hole, you can find other good articles to read!