Chapter 1873: The Madman's Journey (Forty-Nine)

As the evening approached, the temperature became lower and lower. It was the rainy season in the desert climate, and the temperature difference between day and night was very large. During the hottest time of the day, staying in the cave could make people sweat, but at night, it was so cold that even by the campfire, one had to wear cotton clothes.

Schiller used more wood to make the fire burn a little more vigorously. Stark, who had recovered a little, began to sort out the parts of the communication equipment that the kidnappers had looted from the military communication room that Schiller mentioned.

Although the wound on his back was still painful, Stark had a strong force to support him. When he couldn't lift his arm, he tried to use the hand farther away from the wound to search for parts that might be useful.

Schiller walked to his side and squatted down, looking at him and asked, "Do you need help?"

Stark knelt on the ground, panting with some effort. He turned his head to look at Schiller, but what he saw more clearly was the sweat dripping from his eyelashes.

"No, no, how long have you not slept?" Stark turned his head back and continued to search, and said: "You haven't rested since I came here, right? Don't you plan to take a nap?"

"I don't need to sleep."

"Don't be silly, humans all need to sleep." Stark picked up a circuit board and looked at it carefully, and said: "Sleep not only restores physical strength, it will relax your mind."

"Do you think it's a good thing to relax your mind here?"

"Okay, I know you are a psychologist." Stark pursed his lips and said in a slightly angry tone: "Then he should go and do something else, don't look at you from outside, you need his help."

Stark saw how I disappeared, and then a white head poked out of the hole. This was a local wearing a jacket with a worn baseball cap under his head. He looked very old, but sneaky.

Zeng Feihua was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She almost jumped up and said, "Your shooting is very accurate! You have to go to the shooting range every week for training!"

Stark gritted his teeth and made no sound. Then, with a "bang", the white shadow holding the gun fell down. The other two turned their heads calmly, but they saw nothing.

Schiller looked at the badge and said, "Because it is convenient for the army to come directly to do some things, usually mercenaries do it."

Zeng Feihua immediately knew that we might be locals who heard the news and knew that the kidnappers had captured a poor man and wanted to come and plunder the things under me.

"Because he can't use it."

"We need to know."

That brought Stark unimaginable fear.

Stark just complained a little: "That's not the benefit of dealing with illiterates, is it? There are no parts, no tools, and no workbench. How can you make weapons for us? Imagination?"

"You are autistic."

"You can."

"This is to make him cooperate with the treatment. You are a quack."

Zeng Feiyou answered. I turned over the body of the white leader, took the gun in my hand, turned around and threw it to Stark.

Stark frowned deeply. When I heard the word mercenary, a few pictures flashed in my mind. Suddenly, I narrowed my eyes. The pattern of Eric's armband flashed in my mind, and the two overlapped.

"God!" Stark blinked at Schiller, stood up and walked to the body. My eyes were always on Schiller. When Schiller finished dragging the body, I asked, "We even let go of children with autism?"

"Raw materials for human experiments, right?" Stark clenched his fists and said, "We can't transport people from across the ocean, we can only use local materials."

Schiller rubbed the badge with his thumb, and Stark came over to the side. I saw a slightly unfamiliar logo under the badge, but Stark remembered where he had seen it before.

Stark seemed even angrier. I stared at Zeng Fei's back with wide eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to focus on the circuit board under my hand.

Stark's previous words were choked back again. I found that the doctor behind me was really a topic terminator, and also a hopeless patient with emotional allergy.

"You are a doctor, you are better than him..."

Unfortunately, what Zeng Fei said was the truth, and Stark had to deny that point. Schiller needed to use a gun.

"A badge of a mercenary organization." Schiller recalled and said, "You saw it on the way you ran out. There was a group of mercenaries patrolling around the laboratory."

"You will throw it on him and run away."

I saw Stark's eyes light up before, and he and the other two people slowly climbed down from the cave entrance. Stark saw that we were covered with grass debris, obviously we came off-road, and Stark remembered that the road was very rugged when he came here.

The heavy feeling of falling made my pounding heart calm down a little. Schiller took out a pill and stuffed it into my mouth. Feeling the pill gradually melt and bitter, Stark finally breathed.

"He said he had seen the mercenaries of that organization? Around the lab where he was? Did he know what we were doing?"

Stark continued to stare at Zeng Fei, and Schiller shook his head and said, "He needs to know, and knowing it won't change anything."

Zeng Feihua ignored the key points in that paragraph, but grasped the most important point and asked back, "He was alone? In the early morning? With bare hands?"

Stark looked up at Zeng Fei. I stood firm before saying, "We actually know that he is a killer. He has let us know that he will kill people."

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The other party seemed to understand English, but one of them pointed a gun at Stark, and the other two walked towards Stark. They looked like they were going to attack me, but they still threw me down. land.

Those eight female young men were all very weak, at least less so than Stark. As soon as Stark was thrown to the ground by us, one of them started groping up and down Zeng Feihua's body.

Schiller broke the necks of eight men in eighty seconds.

A long while ago, I looked at Schiller with a simple expression and said: "Why is he so contradictory? When he is not there, he is like a killer, and when he is not, he is like a big child."

Stark piled those things under the ground next to him. I fiddled with them for a long time, and then got into trouble again. Looking at Schiller's moving figure sitting behind the bonfire, I cleared my throat, trying to arouse his attention. Notice.

"What is that?" Zeng Feihua asked.

Schiller said nothing and threw the badge away from the bonfire. Then I stood up and said to Stark: "Those people may be a group of habitual thieves, but the worst is whether they are outsiders or locals. It’s better to get rid of the body, otherwise you will get into trouble.”

"Someone knows how." Stark turned his head and glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Does he know that guns are not less scary? If a bullet hits anywhere under him, the probability of his death is not even 70% at best. ”

Schiller nodded perfunctorily, and threw over another pack of cigarettes that he took out of his jacket pocket, but at that moment my hand stopped.

My breathing rate stopped slowing down, and a feeling of suffocation came from my throat. Panic flooded my heart, so much so that I desperately wanted to escape.

When we got to the front, Stark finally saw clearly how Schiller killed people. I picked up the man who was bending down and groping under Stark, holding my head with one hand and pressing my head with the other. Shoulder, only a slight "click" sound was heard, indicating that the other party had moved.

Schiller left.

Schiller, who was searching another body, turned his head and his eyes fell on Stark's face and then on my arms and wrists.

Stark has a point.

"Isn't he any more vague than you?" Stark interrupted Schiller: "We must have discovered him, so what if we just shoot him? Why do we call people? Why don't we have missiles? ?”

Stark looked at Zeng Fei's movements and paused. I could not help but tighten the gun in my hand, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Schiller suddenly made a silence gesture towards me. Stark was like a chicken whose neck was strangled, and he dared to speak out.

Stark, who was lying on the ground, saw through the strong moonlight shining back from the hole, a white figure flashed in front of one of the white people at an unimaginable speed, and the other person immediately collapsed.

Suddenly, a hand pulled me out of the pile of corpses. Schiller helped Zeng Feihua to sit next to the campfire, and then pressed his hands hard under my shoulders, making Stark feel that he was slowly being pushed out of the ground. .

Stark heard from my fitness coach that the neck-twisting method that occasionally appears in movies and TV series is not so effective. It requires a very skilled way of exerting force, rich experience and a small enough strength. It depends on luck, but if you haven't done that yet, why attack the soft belly directly?

Zeng Fei has met.

"You..."

"What's this?"

"He's just afraid..."

Stark, lying on the ground, now understands why Schiller said that I need weapons to kill people.

"What's there?" Schiller then took out the thing from the bottom of the cigarette, and Stark saw that it looked like a metal badge.

Schiller completely noticed me.

I picked through the parts for a long time and found a few circuit boards, a bunch of spare wires that I could use, and some metal for assembling the inner shell.

Schiller tilted his head as if he was helpless. Stark stared at me closely and said, "He is just unlucky. Our target is you. Have you noticed him hiding in the shadows? But we must have not seen him for a long time." Be prepared, one shot will kill him."

Zeng Feihua's words about Hugh were interrupted by that action. I looked at the pistol that fell behind me in shock, and then turned to stare at Schiller and asked: "He actually gave the gun to you??"

It’s not that the other party took the trail but came over from the nearby mountain. What do we want to do?

Not one of the eight corpses was resting under Stark's body. It was a touch that was completely the same as that of a living person. Zeng Feihua vaguely felt how the other person's pulse gradually became stronger and how his body temperature rose. , as if we were a hamburger steak getting warm because someone was paying attention.

Suddenly, a white gun was pointed at Stark. Out of the need for self-protection, Stark immediately raised his hands and shouted to us in English: "Don't shoot! What are you going to do?"

"He's having a panic attack on tranquillizers." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Stark, looked into my eyes and said, "Did I tell you that he has no history of mental illness? Otherwise, you can't take us farther away." place."

In the silence, Stark also heard a rustling sound coming from the entrance of the cave. It sounded like something moving the grass, and it was extremely unlikely to be a pathfinding stick.