Bomb Disposal Elite

"Here's my application form, I know soldiers are being recruited there."

"You are a soldier of the special forces, even if you are sent to Baghdad, you will go with your company!" The company commander was a little sullen, because training a special soldier required much more manpower and material resources than ordinary soldiers.Besides, Sean's performance in the past three months made him very satisfied.

"EOD is indeed short of manpower. Their casualty rate is 20.00% [-], which is still a conservative estimate. But the people in EOD are all elites, many CIA volunteers, and excellent technical soldiers from other bases."

"I am confident that I can pass all the assessments of EOD!"

"You are using the skills we taught you to die!" The company commander turned his back, and Xiao En could imagine that if his gaze met him at this moment, he would burn two big holes in his body.

"Sir, I need to go to Baghdad to find myself." Sean knew that no one could understand what he said, and even he himself didn't understand why he had to return to EOD.How many people are looking forward to returning to their hometown alive after the one-year rotation.

"I think you should go to the hospital to find yourself." The company commander pushed open the door of the office and stormed out angrily.

The evaluation officer looked at Sean, "Have you really decided? If you are sure of your decision, I will submit this application form."

"yes, I'm sure."

Sean saluted and returned to the dormitory. At the door, Jack punched him.I don't know if it's because he often meets Andrew in training. His fighting ability is at the forefront of the company. Jack's fist was stopped and he was almost twisted to the point where his shoulder was dislocated.

"Jack! Why are you!"

"Why not me? We are best friends, but you didn't tell me what EOD you were going to!" Jack seemed to remember something, and hugged his head, "Oh, EOD! You were talking about it in the hospital! You really broke your head! We are special forces, and we will have opportunities to perform special tasks in the future, not for those bomb disposal experts!"

"Jack, you don't understand. When life and death are approaching, you know that there is a reliable person behind you, and you will feel that death is not so terrible."

"Yes! I don't understand!" Jack sighed and looked away, "You really don't look like the Sean I know."

Sean also turned his head away, because he didn't know how to explain to Jack that he was really not Sean.

"Don't think that you are a character in our company, so what kind of EOD will want you! Even if you can pass the fighting and reconnaissance tests, there are other tests!"

Seeing Jack's expression, Sean knew he was putting out the fire.

A few days later, Sean completed the EOD written test in the office of the company. The invigilator sent his answers and received a reply not long after. Sean was about to leave the support company to receive three months of special training.

When leaving the office, Xiao En met the company commander again, who looked cold.

It wasn't until Sean was about to leave that the company commander turned around and said, "We must return to the United States alive."

This sentence, whether as Sean or Vincent, has been said to him.

When Sean returned to the dormitory, Jack and several comrades had prepared beer and were waiting for him.Everyone tacitly did not talk about how dangerous it is in EOD, because in fact, if their team goes out on a mission one day, the degree of danger will not be small.

There was still daily training the next day, and they basically broke up after only two hours of drinking. They each left Sean's room with their bottles in their hands. When Jack left, he patted him on the shoulder, "I didn't think of you Really pass that test."

Sean nodded, and he didn't expect that more than half of the test questions in it were the same as before Vincent entered EOD.

Just as Sean was cleaning up the table, Andrew pushed open the concealed door and walked in.

Sean raised his hand to look at his watch, and said with a smile, "Sergeant, the lights will be turned off in fourteen minutes."

"I know." Andrew sat on Sean's bed, watching his back as he cleared the table, "Sean, I will be transferred to the advance unit next week, and I may be sent to Afghanistan."

"Is it possible in Baghdad?" Sean turned his head and smiled. With Andrew's ability, it is naturally impossible for him to stay in the support force.

"Maybe." The sound was very close to Sean, and he almost subconsciously used his elbow to attack, but Andrew's head was pressed against his ear, "Take it easy, Sean, take it easy."

The smell of tobacco spread from Andrew's body, and Sean's tight nerves slowly relaxed, "You shouldn't approach a special soldier from behind."

"But a man likes to hug the person he likes from behind, enjoying his surprised expression and body trembling." Andrew's voice is very long, which is very suitable for a professor of European literature history.

These words made Sean's heart beat faster inexplicably, "I'm sorry, Andrew."

"Sorry for what? Because you don't have the same mentality as me?" Andrew smiled, turned to Sean's face, and kissed him on the corner of his brow. There was no lust, but it was hard for people to recover for a long time .

He opened the door and walked out, Sean took a breath.

You just like Shawn Ives, but unfortunately I don't.

A few days later, Sean packed his bags and went to EOD's training base.Here, his training performance was unexpectedly good, and even the instructor joked, "Sergeant Ives, I feel that you are already familiar with your duties."

Three months later, he flew to Baghdad on a military plane.

When the cabin door opened, Baghdad's hot air rushed in.

The soldiers got off the plane in order, and a Humvee parked beside the plane, and the sergeant inside waved his military cap and shouted, "Hey, brothers! Who is Sean Ives!"

That voice made Sean's heart skip a beat, it was Snape.He still remembered the scene of Snape lying in front of him, holding his bleeding neck and shouting, but now he suddenly understood what Snape was shouting at that time.

Hey!Hold on!We're going to have a beer together tonight!

The eyes were so hot and humid.

Sean wrote his name on the registrar and walked towards the Hummer.

"I'm Sean Ives."

"Welcome to the death camp in Baghdad." Snape smiled and opened the car door to let him up. "I'll take you to the camp. Today, only our team has not received the task."

Sean suppressed his own heartbeat, "Excuse me, are you and I in the same group?"

"No. A security officer in Hawkins' team was killed a few days ago, and you are going to take his place." Snape's smile was still hearty, and the car drove through the urban area of ​​Baghdad, which was messy and guarded. The car drove past them.

Young children were playing on the side of the road, women in black veils were walking in the sun, some men were doing business, and some were leaning against the wall and talking about something.

Under the rising hustle and bustle, there is a danger that no one notices.

Or here, everyone is used to the sudden arrival of death.

In the distance, there are occasional gunshots and occasional explosions.

"I heard that you were transferred from the Special Forces." Although Snape was talking to Sean, his eyes did not leave the front, "Why did you come to EOD? The Special Forces will also be sent here to maintain peace, so you don't need to ..."

"I'm here to find something."

"Oh, I believe that you are different from those volunteers who graduated from college. They didn't come to find your ideals in life, to devote themselves to peace building and so on... You know, 'bang—', these innocent young people, even dead bodies Can't get it back."

"Have you seen such a thing many times?" After asking, Sean felt a little regretful.

"A lot, but it's not as good as my teammates being shot in front of me." Snape turned his head to look at Sean, and gestured at the neck, "He was shot in the artery, and when he found the bomb control after people."

"At least he did his job."

"To be honest, I don't like him very much. He already has two master's degrees at the age of 28. I heard that as long as he lives back, he will be at least a second lieutenant. He will stay in the air force base to study for a Ph.D. and do some research. A colonel general or whatever."

"Don't you still like him now?" Sean suddenly found evidence of Vincent's existence in Snape's place, and he suddenly wanted to know more about what he was like in the eyes of others.

"No, I think I admire him quite a lot. Many technical soldiers, especially those college graduates, panic when they come to Baghdad when their ideals are shattered, but...Vincent is different, he endured everything. He found what he didn't have or didn't know how to do, so he worked hard to learn. He is a good-looking, stubborn man!" Snape looked at Sean, paused, and tapped his chest with his fist, "He is my brother!"

Sean took a breath, "You are also his brother."

Snape smiled, and the car stopped in front of the US military base, "Hey, do you know Hawkins?"

Sean came down with his luggage, "I don't know much about him, but I have heard of his name. It is said that he is the bomb disposal expert with the highest rate of bomb removal in Baghdad."

"Also the most difficult leader to get along with." Snape pursed his lips, "always turning his face, making you feel that he can put you in absolute zero in hot Baghdad. Of course, he doesn't never smile, If he smiles, you have to be careful of your own life. Also, he doesn’t speak very nicely, you don’t need to take it to heart—here, keeping your life is more important than anything else.”

"Thank you for telling me." Sean patted the carriage and turned to leave.

Walking into rows of single-story buildings, Sean came to the dormitory of his team leader, Haven Hawkins.He took a breath and knocked on the door.

"Report! Sergeant Sean Ives."

"Come in." The voice from the other end of the door was concise and cold, and the other party was a capable person.

Sean unscrewed the door, and the room was dark, except for the sunlight shining into the room from behind him.

A person on the bed sat up unhurriedly and leaned against the head of the bed.His posture was very casual, with two slender and tense legs exposed, his palms resting on the bedding, his head tilted, and he looked at Sean in a nonchalant manner.