Bomb Disposal Elite

Back at the camp, several soldiers were playing basketball on the playground.

Snape and Captain Scar were among them.

Sean smiled and sat down beside him.

Snape made a layup and the ball went in. Seeing Sean, he raised his hand, his cheerful expression and voice reassuring, "Hey! Do brothers know how to play basketball?"

Sean suddenly remembered that when he was still Vincent, Snape often took him to the court, and said that a big man should go to the gymnasium to exercise, and he would stay in the room and read those useless books when he had nothing to do. like a woman.

"meeting."

"Great, then you can join us! The technician in our team sprained his ankle during a mission yesterday!"

Sean smiled and stood up, "Okay!"

"Let me introduce you," Snape pointed to the captain beside him, "This is the leader of our team, nicknamed Scar, of course because of the scar on his face, but it's a pity..."

"That's not Scar, but scratched by bomb fragments." Sean smiled and answered the words, which was also introduced by Snape when Vincent first joined Scar's team.

"how do you know?"

"Hey, we are in the EOD team, and we have more chances of encountering bombs than daggers." Sean took the basketball in his hand with a smile, "Who is the opponent?"

"'Reaper's Pants'." EOD troops like to give their teams some nicknames. For example, Scar's team used to be nicknamed "Money or Life". Although Vincent absolutely despises this nickname, But Snape and Scar like each other, and he doesn't have the right to say "NO".

"Oh, 'Reaper Pants' is Team C?"

Now Scar is getting a little excited, "I heard that you have only been here for a short time, why do you know the nicknames of each team so clearly?"

"No." Sean was a little amused, his brain belonged to Vincent, of course he knew all the nicknames of the team, "I don't know what our team's nickname is."

"That guy Howkins won't do such boring things." Snape carried Sean to another row of dormitories, "He will just say to you 'the mission is out' coldly, 'My name is You do what you do'."

"And," echoed Sean, "'I am God.'"

The three laughed together.

At the other end of the dormitory, they met "Reaper's Pants" and started three-on-one basketball.

Sean was naturally very familiar with Scar and Snape's style of play, and the three scored consecutively.

"Sean! Pass the ball!"

"Sean shot a good three-pointer!"

But just when no one was paying attention, something changed.

"Vincent copied it!"

"Vincent, oh—badluck!"

"Vincent...are you okay!" When Sean was hit, Snape came over and pulled Sean up.

"I'm fine!" Sean wiped the sweat off his face.

At this moment, Scar seemed to realize something, "Snape, what do you call him?"

"Vincent..." Snape was stunned, and Sean was also stunned.

"Hey - do you still want to play!" The person on the other side shouted.

"Of course!" Snape yelled, and then whispered to Sean, "I'm sorry, I kept calling you by the wrong name, why didn't you say it out loud."

Scar's eyes darkened, and there was a little sadness in it, "Who wants this kid to have a good understanding with us? I just called him Vincent Vincent just now."

"It's okay, let's continue!" Sean swallowed, just now he... also thought he was Vincent.

Sweat was sticking to the T-shirts inside, and several big men continued to sweat under the basketball hoop with their shirts off.

When Sean dunked, the basket slammed.Snape walked over to give him a high five, and at that moment, Sean felt as if someone was watching him again.

He looked around subconsciously, several other troops were sitting on the sidelines watching them play, some were smoking cigarettes, some were carrying beer, and then Sean remembered that there seemed to be Hawkins' dormitory next to him.

When he looked at the window, sure enough Hawkins was standing there.

Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, Sean could imagine his unpredictable eyes and slightly sarcastic smile.

"Are you still playing? I'm hungry!" someone on the other side said.

"You foodie!" Snape laughed at the other party, then patted Sean on the back and said, "Go, get dressed and go eat!"

Just when Sean bent down to pick up his T-shirt, he could still feel the other person's gaze sliding over his body inch by inch, making him inexplicably hot.

Illusions, these are illusions.

That guy Hawkins is bored at best, just watching him play basketball.

Sean took a shower, changed into clean clothes, passed by Rick's room, and wanted to ask him to have dinner with him, but saw him through the window and sat at the table blankly.

Sean knocked on the window, and Rick came to his senses, "Hey, Sean."

"Aren't you going to eat? It stands to reason that after you told that crazy doctor about your crazy thoughts, you should feel better. Why do you feel worse and worse?" Although Sean told himself that he should not interfere with Rick's inner thoughts, but He couldn't do it.Because most of the time, he will lose a comrade just by being inattentive, and the place may not be on the battlefield.

Rick smiled.

"Can you tell me about it?" Sean leaned against the window, "Although I'm not a psychiatrist, but... I'm someone who fights side by side with you."

Rick sat at the table and licked his lips, "When I first came here... there was a technical soldier who was my age, and at that time I had many young people like me who thought we were here to maintain world peace of."

"Hmm." Sean lowered his head and smiled wryly.

"We were walking in the streets of Baghdad and a woman dropped something and he picked it up and wanted to give it back."

"That was a bomb."

Rick nodded silently, "And then I dreamed every day, dreaming that I was chasing that woman with that bomb, and then...it exploded..."

Sean put his hand through the window and touched the back of Rick's head with his fingertips.

Suddenly, Rick turned and grabbed Sean's finger, and Sean thought he needed comfort, so he didn't dodge.

Rick crawled across the table, separated from Sean by the window.

"Sean, when will I die?"

"Okay, Rick." Sean looked up, "When I came to EOD, I often had a dream. I dreamed that I was a technical soldier, chasing a teenager with a mobile phone with a communicator on my back. Then I started The gun went off, broke his cell phone, and saved my teammates, but a bullet flew from the other direction and shot through my neck."

"Sean?" Rick frowned. "Are you imagining yourself as me?"

That's right, Rick is now the technical soldier in the team, taking on the duties that Vincent used to do.

"No, I'm just afraid that scene will become real again." Sean clenched his other hand into a fist and hit Rick's chest, "Go eat. I promise we will both be alive when we eat. "

At this moment, Dr. Gray was sitting at his desk, spinning a pen.

The air pressure was a little low, and even the doctor himself pouted subconsciously.

In front of him was Howkins.

Dr. Gray looked sideways, looking into his eyes.Howkins raised his chin slightly, making his eyes look at an indifferent angle, and the two looked at each other strangely.

"Lieutenant Howkins, I know you won't say anything every time you come to me, but..." Dr. Gray picked up a blank form and confronted him, "I have to fill in something, so I beg you Say something, anything."

"For example?" In this room with only two people, Hawkins' voice made the gradually cooling Baghdad dusk instantly chill.

Dr. Gray closed his eyes and sighed, massaging his temples with his beautiful fingers.He bet that all the U.S. troops stationed in Iraq are suffering from unbearable mental torture, but there is one person who is not, and that is Haven Hawkins.He is always indifferent, Dr. Gray can't see any unnecessary emotions in his eyes and expressions, he doesn't hate this society, although most of the American soldiers who come here are beginning to be world-weary.He didn't have any feelings about killing and being killed, and most American soldiers were afraid that they would not be able to leave here alive, or kept repeating the scene of shooting and the moment of death of their comrades in their minds, and Hawkins didn't have any of these .

Dr. Gray had called up his attendance records. Every bomb was successfully defused or detonated properly. His records were perfect.So, he aroused Dr. Gray's curiosity.

Haven Hawkins is a backwater, and a gorgeous one at that.

"If I say so, can you guarantee that you won't call me into this office again before the psychological evaluation arrives next month?" Hawkins tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, and the corner of his mouth was half a smile, Dr. Gray suddenly I feel that the other party seems to be able to spy on his inner world in an instant.

"Okay, but I want you to tell the truth." Dr. Gray pointed at the form.

Hawkins' head was thrown back and Dr. Gray could only see his nasal bones, jaw and Adam's apple.

"My last mission was last night when an idiot GI was locked up by rebels and bombed and dropped into the restroom of a bar. As soon as I walked in, the idiot yelled at me to save him and I saw him Just as I was about to leave, that guy grabbed me with great strength. So I had to slap him on the back of the head to make him pass out."

"and then?"

"Then I found out that it was a ticking time bomb with an electronic watch attached to it, and the time showed 6 minutes and 27 seconds. The way the ring bombs are connected is very interesting, and the fuse must be found in the eight bundles of bombs. So I Decided to remove it, but before that the eight steel locks on that idiot must be dealt with, so I'll leave the bar and let them get the pliers."

"Are you sure the bomb won't go off prematurely?"

"Of course the bomb will explode early, because the person who planted the bomb must have been watching outside the bar. If the situation is not right, he will detonate the bomb early."

"So you still decide to dismantle this bomb? Second Lieutenant Howkins..." Doctor Gray folded his arms around his chest and looked at Hawkins, but unfortunately he still couldn't see his eyes with his head up, "Aren't you afraid that you will die? "