Bomb Disposal Elite

"Fuck!" Sean slung the gun on his back and walked towards Howkins, "You better have a perfect reason, or I'll blow your head off no matter if you're the team leader or what a fucking demolition you are Bouncing expert!"

Hawkins just put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and stared at the inside of the car, and when Sean saw the bombs in the car, he froze.Then he grabbed Howkins, "Let's leave now!"

Hawkins grabbed his wrists with surprising strength, "No, we're going to dismantle them."

Sean shook off Hawkins' hand, the carriage was full of sealed iron cans, and countless wires were entangled. Don't think it was an electronic detonation bomb, and its power was astonishing.

"Second Lieutenant Howkins, I don't care what you're thinking, you are our team leader, your duty is not only to detonate bombs, but also to make the right decision to allow Rick and I to return to the camp alive!" Sean swore, He wanted to give Hawkins a good beating.

The other party's sharp eyes met him, "You really want to beat me up now."

"That's right!"

"Hey! Brothers! Don't start a fight!" Rick's voice came from the earphone.

Howkins acted as if he hadn't heard anything, "You really want to stay away from me right away, and stand in a safe place to watch me get blown up."

"That's right!" Sean gritted his teeth. He didn't understand why this guy with no expression could guess what he was thinking. Of course, it's not difficult to guess his thoughts under such circumstances.

"You're wondering why I know what you're thinking." Howkins tilted his head, half of his face was covered by the shadow formed by the car hood, and it seemed that something was about to burst out.

"why?"

"Because I once participated in the CIA's facial criminal investigation training, your thoughts are written on your face."

Sean took a breath.

"Now that you've calmed down, you've decided to dismantle them with me."

"That's right." Sean was angry, and this anger deepened as he got along with Hawkins.But he knew very well that if he couldn't suppress this anger, he would pay with his own life.He also knew very well that he was powerless to change Hawkins, and the only thing he could do was to obey that lunatic.As if accepting his fate, Sean sighed, and poked his head in, his fingers skillfully and carefully distinguished the connection direction of each wire, then pulled out a thinner wire and said, "I guess this is the main lead wire, We're going to find the detonator."

Hawkins stood aside, and Sean realized that what he was looking at was not the bomb in the car, but his own profile.

"Is there a problem? Lieutenant Howkins?" Sean didn't like the look in his eyes, the undisguised aggression.It was as if he was testing his bottom line and how capable he was. Sean even felt that Hawkins was torturing him to see when he would break down.

"Then where might the guiding device be?" Hawkins still showed no intention of doing anything.

Sean walked up to him, tugged at his pocket, and planned to take out all the tools inside.

Because the movement was very forceful, Sean's cheek passed over the tip of Hawkins' nose. The moment was delicate, as if his breath was frozen.Suddenly the opponent's palm pressed his side waist, and Sean became impatient, "What's wrong with you! Second Lieutenant Hawkins!"

"You didn't unbutton the bag." Hawkins looked at Sean who was losing his patience and said unhurriedly.

"Fuck!" Sean loosened the opening of the bag, untied the tool bag from Hawkins, then poked his head into the rear compartment, staggered for a while, turned around, opened the car door forcefully, and got in.

"What's wrong? Sean?" Rick's voice came.

"The farther away from us the better! I don't want to be with you when you get bombed!" Sean warned Rick to stay in that safe position.

He could feel Hawkins coming to the door, looking at him.Sean took out a dagger, slashed open all the rear car seats, and tore open the leather upholstery in a random manner to take out the cotton wool inside, but unfortunately there was nothing.

"Damnit! Not here!" Sean climbed out of the rear seat, then mercilessly pulled the front seat away, and sat in with a bang, as if wishing to touch a bomb so that the two of them would be blown up together.

"Sean? What's wrong with you?" Rick's voice came again.

"Shut up!" Sean took out a tool and removed the steering wheel, but the wire was still not connected to it.

"Sean, you're out of control." Hawkins walked to the car window and tapped his fingers.

It seemed that Sean was the unreasonable kid, while Hawkins became the calmest person.

"Control! You talk to me about control! Don't you just want me to die with you? For your goddamn excitement!" Sean snarled, Rick's pained voice coming through the earphones, his ears nearly Deaf, fortunately Hawkins had already taken off his earphones.

"Oh? What kind of excitement?" Hawkins raised his face slightly, looked directly at Sean, and the raised corners of his lips reminded people of a series of negative words, such as contempt, arrogance, ridicule, indifference... …

Sean got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and the whole car creaked, "You like to experience the thrill of being infinitely close to death, but I don't like it! You can bungee jump without a safety rope or jump from the Empire State Building." Jump up and down! No matter what, as long as you don't hurt others!"

"You're going crazy, Sean." Hawkins' voice was calm, the world was turned upside down, it was Hawkins who tolerated Sean, not Sean tensing his nerves to endure Hawkins.

"Yes, I'm crazy, because my team leader is Crazy Hawkins!" Far away, Rick left the roof of the building and ran towards them.

Hawkins put on the earphones, and said in a cold voice, "Rick, return to your place."

Rick in the distance was stunned. He listened to Hawkins very much, and ran towards the original building with a gun in his hand.

Sean reached out to hold his eyes, and when he opened them again, Howkins actually supported his face with both hands, forcing Sean to look into his eyes with an irresistible force.

"Calm down, Sergeant Sean Ives." Hawkins' eyes were calm, with a force of indulging. No matter how much anger and indignation there was, it seemed to disappear as soon as it sank into his eyes.

The heartbeat returned to its rhythm, and Sean adjusted his breathing.

"I really hate you!"

"I know, Sergeant Elvis. You showed it when you reported to me." Hawkins' face was so close to Sean's that his breath intertwined with Sean's. Together.

"I don't want to be a lunatic because of you."

"As a matter of fact, as a special soldier voluntarily invited to EOD, Sergeant Elvis, you are not far from a lunatic." It was the first time Hawkins said such a long sentence to Sean.

"let me go."

"I will, Sean." Howkins turned his face sideways, the tip of his nose formed a certain angle with Sean, at that moment Sean had the illusion that he was about to be kissed by him, "I won't disassemble Unsure of the bomb."

Sean took a breath and pulled Hawkins' hand off his face, "What are you going to do next." He threw the tool bag back to Hawkins.

"Where do you think the lead wire might be connected to? The engine?" Hawkins asked, his voice was flat, and Sean's mood calmed down with his tone, like a struggling stone that just fell into the water, Slowly fell into the soft gravel at the bottom of the water, without the anxiety just now.

"Impossible. If the engine was connected, the driver would have been killed while driving."

"Wipers?"

Sean tried to strip the wire of the wiper, but still couldn't find the wire, "It's not the wiper."

"CD player."

Sean laughed, as if hearing some ridiculous joke, "Hey, there's no CD player in the car."

He raised his head and found that Hawkins was looking at him. That kind of gaze was special. Sean had only seen that gaze when he was watching him defuse bombs. Subconsciously, Sean put away his smile in an instant.

"Why don't you smile. You look beautiful when you smile." No matter how much praise came out of Hawkins' mouth, it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Brother, we are dismantling bombs." Sean took a breath and seemed to remember something again, "They can listen to the radio..."

So he picked up the tools and carefully disassembled the radio in the car.

"Slow down, Sean." Hawkins leaned against the car door and said softly.

Sweat trickled down Sean's brow, and Hawkins' hand reached in, his fingers brushing over the sweat.

"Found it!" Sean pulled out a detonator from a pile of wires, "I'll get it for you!"

Hawkins took the tools and sat in.Sean stood beside the car, fanning the wind with his military cap, his heart was beating very hard at this moment, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

Until Hawkins came out holding the detonator, Sean still felt that today was ridiculously crazy.

"It's done." Hawkins' tone seemed to say that Sean wasn't calm enough, and all of this was just a piece of cake.

The bomb was successfully dismantled, Rick notified the headquarters, and a special team would come to transport the bomb to the suburbs for detonation.And their original task has been handed over to other teams, so they can drive back to the camp directly.

The car was very quiet. Rick was driving, and Sean was sitting in the co-pilot's seat and didn't speak. The atmosphere was dull and uncomfortable.

"Hey, we've survived another half day, and we probably won't have any tasks in the afternoon."

"En." Sean closed his eyes and responded softly.

Rick said something more, then smiled to himself and found that no one responded to him, and he had to be quiet.

Back at the camp, Sean opened the car door and walked out.

"Sean! Are you going back to the dormitory?"

"No—I'm going to see a psychiatrist!"

But in fact, Sean came to Dr. Gray's door, took a breath and finally decided to go back to his room, took out the paper and pen from the drawer, and started to write the report.

After a few lines, he crumpled the paper and threw it on the ground.After a few clicks, he touched another piece of paper to continue writing. After about a thousand words, he put down the pen and let out a breath.

Yes, he came to EOD voluntarily, but that doesn't mean he wants to die.

Holding the piece of paper, Sean opened the door, only to find Hawkins leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Sean didn't want to talk to him, and was about to walk over as if he didn't see him, when the other party reached out and tried to grab him.Sean was already holding back his anger. He grabbed Hawkins' wrist with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other, but he never imagined that Hawkins' skills were definitely at the same level as Andrew's, with quick reactions and ruthless movements. hot.

He just stooped down and avoided Sean's attack. With the other hand, he grabbed Sean's jaw, forcing him to let go, and then slammed Sean's shoulder, pressing him against the wall.

"Sean." Hawkins said his name, indifferent but less indifferent.

Sean has also experienced a lot of failures in the special forces, so he is not very angry about the fact that he is not Hawkins' opponent, "You should call me Sergeant Elvis, as usual."

"Sean." Hawkins lowered his voice, as if telling Sean that he decided to call him by his first name instead of his last name, "do you want to report and transfer from my team?"

"Can't you tell from my face?" Sean looked into Hawkins' eyes without hesitation.

"I can answer you, it's impossible."