Chapter 1871: The Madman's Journey (Forty-Nine)

Chapter 1845 The Journey of a Madman (Forty-nine)

As the night 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 his 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 himself. When he couldn't even lift his arm, he tried to use the hand that was 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 sleep for a while?"

"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 go and do something else, don't look at me here, I don't need your help."

Schiller left.

Stark seemed to be even angrier. He stared at Schiller's back with his eyes wide open. After taking a deep breath, he tried to focus his attention back on the circuit board in his hand.

He picked and chose among the parts for a long time and found a few circuit boards, a group of spare wires that had not been used yet, and some metal for assembling the shell.

Stark piled these things on the ground next to him. He fiddled with them for a long time and started to have trouble again. Looking at Schiller sitting motionless in front of the campfire, he cleared his throat to attract his attention.

Schiller didn't notice him at all.

Stark had to complain a little: "This is the disadvantage of dealing with illiterate people, isn't it? There are only parts here, no tools, and no workbench. How can I make weapons for them? Imagination?"

But Schiller suddenly made a silent gesture to him. Stark was like a chicken with its neck pinched, and dared not say a word.

In the silence, Stark also heard a rustling sound coming from the cave entrance. It sounded like something was moving the grass, most likely a pathfinder.

Schiller disappeared.

Stark didn't see how he disappeared, and then a dark head poked out of the cave entrance. It was a local man wearing a jacket and a worn baseball cap on his head. He looked very young, but sneaky.

When he saw Stark, his eyes lit up, and he and the other two quickly climbed up from the cave entrance. Stark saw that they were covered with grass debris, obviously they came off-road, and Stark remembered that the road was very flat when he came.

That is to say, the other party did not take the main road, but climbed over from the hill next to it. What do they want to do?

Suddenly, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Stark. For the sake of self-protection, Stark immediately raised his hands and shouted at them in English: "Don't shoot! What are you going to do?"

The other party seemed to not understand English, but one of them pointed a gun at Stark, and the other two walked towards Stark. They didn't look like they were going to attack him, but they still knocked him to the ground.

These three young men were very strong, at least much stronger than Stark. As soon as Stark was thrown to the ground by them, one of them started to grope Stark up and down.

Stark immediately knew that they might be locals who heard the news and knew that the kidnappers had captured a rich man and wanted to come and plunder his things.

Stark gritted his teeth and said nothing. Then, with a thump, the black shadow holding the gun fell down. The other two turned their heads in a hurry, but saw nothing.

Stark, who was lying on the ground, saw with the faint moonlight shining through the hole that a black shadow flashed behind one of the black men at an unimaginable speed, and the other man immediately collapsed.

When it came to the last one, Stark finally saw how Schiller killed people. He picked up the man who was bending over and groping Stark, grabbed his head with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other hand. With a slight "click", the other man stopped moving.

Schiller broke the necks of three people within thirty seconds.

Stark, who was lying on the ground, now understood why Schiller said that he didn't need weapons to kill people.

Stark heard from his fitness coach that the method of twisting the neck that often appears in movies and TV dramas is not so easy to use. It requires a very skillful way of exerting force, rich experience and sufficient strength, and sometimes a little luck, but if there is any of these, why not attack the soft abdomen directly?

One of the three corpses was half-draped over Stark's body. It was a completely different touch from that of a living person. Stark clearly felt how the other person's pulse gradually weakened and how the body temperature dropped, as if they were a piece of hamburger steak that was gradually getting cold because no one paid attention to it.

This brought Stark unimaginable fear.

His breathing rate began to speed up, a feeling of suffocation came from his throat, and panic overwhelmed his heart, so that he wanted to escape urgently.

Suddenly, a hand pulled him out of the pile of corpses. Schiller helped Stark sit down next to the campfire, and then pressed his hands hard on his shoulders, making Stark feel that he was about to be pressed into the ground.

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

"What is that?"

"Valium, you have a panic attack." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Stark, looked into his eyes and said: "You didn't tell me that you had a history of mental illness, otherwise I could take them to a farther place."

Stark ignored all the key points in this passage, but grasped the least important point and asked: "You are alone? In the early morning? Barehanded?"

Schiller tilted his head as if helpless, and Stark stared at him tightly and said: "You are just lucky. Their target is me, and they didn't find you hiding in the shadows, but if they are prepared, you will be finished with just one shot."

"I won't."

"No one won't." Stark turned his head and glanced at the corpse on the ground and said: "Do you know how terrible guns are? If the bullet hits anywhere on your body, the probability of your death is at least 50%."

"I am a surgeon, I know more than you..."

"You don't know this better than me!" Stark interrupted Schiller and said: "If they find you, what if they shoot directly? What if they call for help? What if they have missiles again?"

"Then I will abandon you and run away."

Stark was speechless.

After a while, he looked at Schiller with a complicated expression and said, "Why are you so contradictory? Sometimes you look like a killer, and sometimes like a child."

"I am an autistic person."

"God!" Stark looked at Schiller without blinking, stood up and walked to the body. His eyes followed Schiller all the time. When Schiller began to drag the body, he asked, "They don't even let go of autistic children?"

Schiller didn't answer. He turned over the body of the leading black man, took off the gun in his hand, and turned to throw it to Stark.

Stark's chattering was interrupted by this action. He looked at the pistol that fell in front of him in shock, then turned his head and stared at Schiller and asked, "You actually gave me the gun?"

"Because only you can use it."

Stark's words were choked back again. He found that the doctor in front of him was really a topic terminator, and also a hopeless patient with allergic reactions to touching.

Unfortunately, what Schiller said was true, and Stark had to admit that Schiller didn't need a gun at all.

"Then you're not afraid..."

Schiller, who was searching another corpse, turned his head and looked at Stark's face, then his arms and wrists.

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Stark almost jumped up and said, "My shooting is very accurate! I go to the shooting range every week for training!"

Schiller nodded perfunctorily and threw a pack of cigarettes he had taken out of the other's jacket pocket, but at this moment his hand stopped moving.

Stark watched Schiller's movements pause, and he couldn't help but tighten the gun in his hand, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Schiller then took out the thing under the cigarette, and Stark saw that it seemed to be a metal badge.

Schiller rubbed the badge with his thumb, and Stark came over to the side. He saw a slightly familiar logo on the badge, but Stark couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

"What is this?" Stark asked.

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

Stark frowned deeply. When he heard the word mercenary, a few images flashed through his mind. Suddenly, his eyes widened. The pattern of the armband Eric wore flashed through his mind, and the two overlapped.

"You said you saw mercenaries from this organization? Around the laboratory where you are? Do you know what they are doing?"

Schiller looked at the badge and said, "Because there are some things that the army is not convenient to do directly, usually mercenaries do it."

Stark continued to stare at Schiller. Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't need to know. Knowing it won't change anything."

"Raw materials for human experiments, right?" Stark clenched his fists and said, "They can't transport people from the other side of the ocean. They can only use local materials."

Schiller said nothing and threw the badge into the bonfire. Then he stood up and said to Stark, "These people may be habitual thieves, but it's hard to say whether they are outsiders or locals. It's better to get rid of the bodies, otherwise it will cause trouble."

Stark looked up at Schiller. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "They don't actually know that you are a killer. You didn't let them know that you would kill people."

"They don't need to know."

"Then I..."

"That's to make you cooperate with the treatment. I'm not a quack."