Bomb Disposal Elite

"Actually, I also want to try to see if I will die this time." Hawkins said with a faint smile, "When that guy first entered my group, he boasted that he was going to be my back, so I gave him the chance to prove it."

"That guy?" Dr. Gray was a little amused, why didn't Hawkins explain who that guy was?

"It's a double gamble. I'm betting on whether I can defuse the bomb before the rebels outside activate it, and whether the guy can find the rebels in the crowd before the bomb is activated by the other side."

"Hawkins, you risk your life to test whether 'that guy' can keep his promise to you?"

"When I came out at 2:26 with the bomb, the guy actually found the rebel with the phone. I was so proud when I disarmed the bomb on my own. But the guy threw the phone in front of me. , I saw 'Send it' on the phone screen."

"So if it wasn't for 'that guy', you would have been killed. You're still alive, but do you mind if 'that guy' wins you in this bet?"

"No, it means that he is more useful than the previous team members, and I can let go of myself and enjoy the thrill of dismantling the bomb." Hawkins turned his head off the back of the chair and looked straight at Dr. Gray.

He stood up, pulled out his chair and walked towards the door.

Dr. Gray stopped him, "Want to know what I think of you?"

"Crazy, indifferent, self-centered, not good at communication, irresponsible leader, what else is there?" Hawkins looked at Dr. Gray at the desk.

"What you want is not someone who will let you enjoy the pleasure of death, but someone who will hold you before you jump off the cliff."

"No one can stop me, doctor." Hawkins smiled, with some sharp and cruel meanings at the corners of his mouth. The moment the door closed, Doctor Gray shrugged his brows.

"Oh, I forgot to ask him who 'that guy' is." Dr. Gray casually flipped through the information on the table, saw Xiao En's name, and chuckled lightly.

The next day until noon, Rick and Sean were sitting in front of the threshold of the dormitory, eating bread and drinking yogurt, and Hawkins came from afar.

Sean couldn't help admitting that Hawkins' body is well-proportioned and elegant again, and the camouflage uniform added wildness and strength to him. When they could see his hand gestures clearly, Rick exclaimed, "Oh, I thought it would be a safe day." After spending it, why is there another task?"

"Because the favorite food of the rebels is bombs." Sean stuffed the bread into his mouth and trotted over.

Several people quickly entered the military Humvee, Hawkins was still sitting in the last row, Rick controlled the machine gun on the top of the car, and Sean was in charge of driving.

Driving on a crowded street, although the Humvee sign clearly states in Arabic, Kurdish and English that "shoot within 100 meters", the distance between the front and rear cars is actually less than half a meter.

Rick smiled. "If there's a bomb in one of the cars right now, we'll all go to heaven."

Hawkins would not say anything, only Sean responded to him, "At our driving speed, maybe the bomb will have detonated by the time we reach our destination, and we will save trouble."

The car finally drove to the intersection, at this time a yellow car turned from the right and rushed straight towards their Hummer.Sean pressed the steering wheel subconsciously, and drew the pistol from his waist, "Stop! Immediately!"

Rick, who was controlling the machine gun on the roof, also yelled, "Stop! Or shoot!"

The driver didn't seem to hear anything, and rushed to a place three meters away from the front of the Hummer.

Sean stuck the pistol out of the window in an instant, and a bullet hit the left rearview mirror of the car, and the car stopped as scheduled.

Rick roared overhead, "Stand back! Didn't you hear me when I told you to back off!"

Xiao En carefully read the expression of the driver on the other side, and the sound of car horns sounded all over him.

The driver drove back a few meters and stopped until he hit the vehicle behind him.

There was a lot of noise all around, and the Iraqis seemed dissatisfied with the American soldiers making the already unoptimistic traffic even more congested.

Hearing the car door open, Sean turned his head and saw Hawkins got out of the car, still holding a fifteen-shot pistol in his hand.

What is he doing?

He stretched his hand into the air and fired five or six bullets in a row. In an instant, everyone looked at him, and the world became extremely quiet, except for the echo of bullets.

He then yelled, in extremely cold but fluent Arabic: "Keep quiet or go to your Allah!"

Sean pressed his head, Hawkins' behavior is undoubtedly extremely provocative, if there is really a bomb maniac among these people, they will be dead!Even if there is a rebel with a gun, they are dead!If any Iraqis who were also under chronic stress decided not to take it any longer, they might as well be dead!

Fortunately, none of this happened.

Hawkins retracted the gun to his waist and walked to the front of the car.

The engines of all the cars stopped, it seemed that the whole world stopped because of him.

The door of the yellow car opened, and a local man put his hands behind his head, with a terrified expression on his face, and mumbled something Sean couldn't understand.

Hawkins wanted to walk over, but Sean got out of the car and grabbed him, "Don't go over!"

"reason?"

"Look at the rear tires of his car. They weigh more than ordinary tires. There must be something in his rear compartment!"

Hawkins turned his head back and looked at Sean, "That's right, he just said that someone arrested his child and asked him to drive a car to block us."

"So there's a bomb in that car?" Sean's heart tightened. The distance was too close. If a bomb really exploded, there would be cars all over the place, and they would probably be overturned within a radius of 200 meters.

"Maybe." Howkins took Sean's hand off his shoulder, "So I'll check now."

"Hey! Where are you going!" shouted Rick on the roof of the Humvee, and Hawkins turned to the car, only to see the driver running away in a hurry.

Sean cursed a bastard in his heart, looked up to Rick and said, "Take your gun and go to the roof of that building to guard!"

"Why did you let me go so far?" Rick got off the roof of the car and came out with a gun.

"Because I don't want our team to be wiped out in the end!" Sean held his gun, his gaze swept over the stationary vehicles nearby and the crowd watching on the balconies on both sides of the street.Perhaps from a certain point of view, Americans should envy them, because no American citizen would watch American soldiers dismantle bombs with such a positive attitude.

Hawkins walked to the back of the carriage. He did not rush to open it, but took out a long and thin object from his pocket, and slowly scratched it around the gap of the car cover to test whether the cover was compatible with the inside of the car. The bomb was wired.

After confirmation, Hawkins opened it.

Sean was holding a gun, and his body was spinning slowly. Some drivers had already stepped out of the car. A car in the right lane drove past regardless of 21. With the first car, many people followed suit. Traffic began to flow again, as if no one cared that the car parked in the middle of the intersection might contain a bomb.

"Hawkins, what's in the car?" Sean prayed to God in his heart, but unfortunately, this place is too far away from God.

"Bomb." Howkins' answer was very concise, and he walked towards the Humvee, ready to get his tools.

"Can it be detonated?"

Hawkins smiled at Sean, but there was no emotion in his eyes. He gestured to the passing vehicles with his chin, "Do you think it might detonate?"

"Can't we go to a safe area first and wait for the camp to send people to clean up the scene before removing the bomb?"

"If these bombs go off, they'll look like a Hollywood movie." It's unclear whether Hawkins is serious or joking.

"Aren't you wearing an explosion-proof suit?" Sean pointed his gun at a middle-aged man in a street store looking at them through the window.

Hawkins just snorted through the intercom, and Sean understood what he meant. If the bomb exploded, their road would be blocked by these vehicles. Even if they were wearing explosion-proof suits, it would be difficult to escape from the embrace of God.

But for some reason, Sean's heart became dull. Of course, every time he encountered a task, his nerves were highly tense.

"Rick, have you found anyone suspicious?"

"No." Rick paused, "Sean, are you nervous?"

"Why do you say that?" Although Sean was talking to Rick, he still didn't leave the small shop.

"You were breathing heavily. Were you also so nervous when you caught those rebels in the dark alley of the hotel?"

"No, because I know they're there." But this time he didn't know if they were here, or where they were hiding.

The sound of pulling the wire came from the earphone, and it was Howkins who was inspecting the bomb.

"Come and have a look, Sergeant Elvis." Hawkins' voice came out of the earphones, and Sean was a little surprised. He thought that he might never have the chance to talk to him in the earphones in his life.

"I'm sorry, my task is to guard your safety."

"If the rebels are nearby, we only need to shoot one shot in the open trunk, and our relics can be shipped back to the United States in a box, plus an American flag." Hawkins' tone was very calm, so calm that People's nerve endings are in pain.

Sean knew that he should stick to his post, "In that case, we will evacuate now."

"I'll count to three, and if you don't come again, I'll detonate it."

Sean gritted his teeth, and Rick's voice came from the earphone, "Do as he says, or he will really detonate the bomb!"