Bomb Disposal Elite

"Anything, as long as it's not orange juice." Sean raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to buy it for me? I just suffered a very small injury..."

"Sit down." Hawkins said lightly, and then walked towards the ordering place.

After a while, Jill came back with two plates of cheese powder and baked potatoes.

"Cheese powder! My love!" Sean picked up the fork, and stuffed a roll, which was a small half plate, into his mouth.

"You used to be like this." Jill sat down opposite Sean with a smile and whispered.

"what?"

"It's nothing." Jill shook her head, but there was a faint smile on her mouth.

Then Hawkins also came back. He put down the Spaghetti Bolognese, Black Pepper Pork Chop, German Sausage, and Vegetable Salad. He took another look at Sean and found that his plate of cheese powder in two or three bites was almost finished.

"No way, you ordered so much...didn't you discuss with Jill what to buy?"

"It's fine if you can't finish it." Howkins started to cut the pork chop and put it on Sean's dinner plate.His fingers are slender, and the movements of holding the knife and fork are quite graceful. It can be seen that when he was a child, he must have been well educated.

"Give me the vegetable salad, too. I've been eating sandwiches a lot lately, and I'm almost deficient in vitamins." Sean reached out to pull the salad plate, and then caught a glimpse of Hawkins' old friend Strong watching them in a daze.

Sean waved at the other party, meaning whether he would like to come and eat together.

The other party smiled and shook his head, it seemed that he had finished eating.

Strong walked out of the restaurant just as Hawkins looked back.

After dinner, Sean went back to his dormitory, ready to take a good rest.

Wearing a towel and carrying a mouthwash cup to the public bathroom, Sean found Hawkins there.

"what happened?"

"Your left hand can't get wet, I'll help you." Hawkins reached out and pulled the towel off Sean's neck, and rinsed it under the faucet.

Sean smiled, this guy must have been waiting for him in the bathroom for a long time.

After brushing his teeth, Hawkins wiped Sean's face with a towel.

His strength was well controlled, stroking along the contours of Sean's face, but at that moment Sean was not very sure.

Is Hawkins' tenderness towards himself... or towards others?

Back in the room, Hawkins changed the gauze for Sean.In fact, the wound is not a big deal, it's just that it doesn't even need gauze after three days without water.

At this moment, he was looking at the small wounds on Sean's palms, with his head bowed, Sean was sitting on the chair, and Hawkins was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, I...didn't notice that you were injured yesterday."

"It's not a big deal." Sean shrugged.

"I...was just thinking about something yesterday."

Sean suddenly had a desire to say something, but chose to remain silent.

You knocked on my door yesterday and said you missed me, and today you told me "I was just thinking about something yesterday", so who are you missing?

Hawkins' posture looked lonely, Sean wanted to touch him with his left hand, but he still didn't reach out.

"Go to sleep, Hawkins...I'm fine."

Hawkins raised his head to look at him, leaned forward, and kissed Sean's lips softly with tenderness and reluctance.

Sean closed his eyes and took it away.

"Then see you tomorrow."

"En." Sean nodded, watched Hawkins go out, and heard the sound of the door closing, his brows slowly frowned.

Now the time is just before nine o'clock in the evening, of course Sean will not go to bed so early.

Once Hawkins was gone, he got up and went to Lewis' camp clinic.

After knocking on the door, Louis stood there smoking a cigarette. "I remember that you don't need to come to me for a follow-up visit for your injury, right?"

"It's not about my injury, I have some questions I want to ask you."

Louis puffed out a smoke ring. "Whatever your problem is, it better be an easy one, because there's a movie and sleep."

After Sean went in, he sat on the table casually: "Louis, have you known Hawkins for a long time?"

"Yes." Louis pulled out a can of beer.

"Then you know White?"

"White? Hawkins' cousin?" Louis frowned. "What are you asking for?"

"His attachment to Hawkins was deep?"

"Of course, you and I both know why he is chasing Montero all over the world? James ran because he wanted to avenge White, although I think he would never find Montero in this way, because the guy wouldn't because You defuse his bomb and it'll sit there waiting for you to catch it."

"It's more like a contest between them, it's endless..." Sean shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Can you tell me a little more about White?"

"Hawkins didn't tell you?"

"He doesn't even talk about his own affairs, how could he talk about other people's affairs?" Sean sighed in his heart.

"For Hawkins, White is no 'someone else'." Louis shook his head, "White is six years old. You know Hawkins' parents, one is in the army for a long time, the other is the daughter of an arms tycoon, They divorced very early, and White was the one who accompanied Hawkins most often. Until White later joined the army, and it was a special force, they had fewer opportunities to meet. It should be said that it was rare... Then one day , White died, and was killed when he was on a mission."

"En." Sean nodded, "White and I... are we similar?"

Louis was stunned for a moment, "Did someone say that?"

Sean smiled: "Please answer my question, it is very important."

"Do...do you think Hawkins treats you...because of White?" Louis put out his cigarette, and by looking at his expression, it was clear that he regretted what he had just said.

"I have the right to know that in Hawkins' eyes, I am Sean or White, don't I?" Sean looked into his eyes.

"I'm sure you were Sean in his eyes. You know, no one person in this world is the same as another. Perhaps Hawkins would have been surprised by your resemblance to White when he first met you , but in fact you two don't look very much alike..."

"Of course, White? Howkins and I are not twins."

"But you make him feel safe, don't you? Because you are guarding him and finding out the rebels hiding in the crowd, so he can do those crazy and dangerous things as he pleases." Louis patted Sean shoulders.

Feel safe?

So why couldn't the former team members feel safe?Among them are experienced agents who have served in the CIA, and elites transferred from the reconnaissance battalion. Can only Sean make him feel at ease?

"It's okay, I'm just a little curious." Sean scratched his head, "Don't tell Hawkins about this, if that guy knows that I came to ask you about Wright, maybe he will come to me and tell me Shouldn't interfere with his past or anything like that."

Louis nodded, and Sean walked out.

He suddenly didn't want to go back to his dormitory, so he started wandering aimlessly.

A patrolman walked over with a gun in his hand: "Hey, why don't you stay in the room so late?"

Sean grinned and took out a cigarette from his pocket: "I'm addicted to cigarettes, would you like one?"

"Thanks, I'm on duty. Go back to sleep early after smoking." The patrolman walked over with a gun in hand.

The climate in Baghdad is hot and dry, but at this time, Sean felt the cold.

Unknowingly, they wandered to the dormitory area where Andrew's team lived.

In the dormitory in the front row, there was a figure sitting in front of the steps, also smoking.

The flame of the cigarette flashed, Sean tilted his head, and when he got closer, he found that it was Strong.

"Hey, Strong."

"Ah... Sean." Strong moved to the right side of the steps, inviting Sean to sit down with him.

Sean sat down next to him, "Are you still used to Baghdad?"

"You've been in Special Forces too, and Baghdad's not bad. Much better than chasing drug dealers in the Thai rainforest."

Sean nodded.

"I'm sorry, I said I looked like someone else on the first day, but now that I think about it, it seems very impolite." Strong laughed at himself.

"It's okay, maybe you're not the only one who feels like it." Sean reassured, and then suddenly remembered, "By the way, do you have a picture of White? I'd love to see how similar we are?"

Strong froze for a moment, then laughed: "Okay, I have a group photo." He got up and walked into his room, took out a book, flipped through two pages and found the group photo, "This book I keep the book with me all the time, but I seldom look it up. There were six people in our team at that time, and this is the only most complete photo."

Hawkins walked into the room and took the photo under the lamp, "Don't tell me who White is, let me find it myself."

"Okay."

In fact, as long as you know that you look like White, it is easy to tell who is White in the photo.

"Is it him?" The man with a slight smile on his mouth felt very sunny.

"It's him." Strong exhaled, and then smiled, "But in this photo, there are only two people left alive, and one of them is me."

Sean narrowed his eyes, because there seemed to be a cross-like thing hanging around White's neck, and it was too small to see clearly, "Is White religious?"

Strong took the photo and looked at it, "Ah, is that the silver cross? He got it when he was baptized, and he has been wearing it since he was a child. After the explosion, this cross was found in the rubble. The only thing intact in White, and it is by which we recognize White's..."