Chapter 1873: The Madman's Journey (Fifty-One)

Chapter 1847 The Journey of a Madman (Fifty-one)

Breakfast was a can of seafood rice from France. The rice was half-cooked and the seafood was tasteless, but Stark ate it very happily, not because he was hungry, but because he was very active in storing energy for his body. He knew he had something to do.

After eating a bag of bread with a can of staple food, Stark wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Do me a favor, Schiller, call those people here, I'll make a list for them, and they will go to buy according to the list."

"There is no need to buy, Tony. There is no shopping mall within a radius of 20 kilometers."

"Then go steal or rob, or take off the bricks of the military base. I don't care. I will tell them that weapons don't fall from the sky. Without a lathe, even gods can't do it. If you want me to make weapons without giving me equipment, they should go to God."

Schiller showed a slightly surprised expression, and Stark crossed his arms and said proudly, "Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed a good doctor. I will pay the consultation fee, but we have to find a way to leave here first."

Schiller didn't answer him, which made Stark's plan to describe his great plan to him fail, but he did plan to focus on more practical issues now, so he said: "I have to meet them, you can be our translator."

Schiller nodded without rebutting. After breakfast, he put on his coat and said to Stark: "I have to talk to them to ensure that they have the patience to listen to your messy needs. You'd better stay here and have a good sleep after taking the medicine."

"Don't worry, I will."

After Schiller left, Stark added firewood to the campfire and went to pick and choose from the pile of broken communication equipment, but this time he did not adhere to the principle of not taking anything that was not intact. He picked out all the relatively intact parts.

But at this moment, Stark heard some noise at the cave entrance. He immediately became alert, hid behind the pile of discarded parts, carefully observed the situation at the cave entrance, and prayed that it was just the wind blowing the branches.

But the facts disappointed him. A zipline fell from the top of the cave, and Stark clenched the gun in his hand.

The moment Eric fell into the cave, Stark aimed the gun at his head.

"Hey! Hey! Tony! It's me, I'm back to save you." Eric immediately raised his hands, signaling Stark not to act rashly.

After seeing his face clearly, Stark slowly put down the gun. He widened his eyes and said, "Eric, why are you here? Didn't you leave?"

Not getting the expected surprise reaction, Eric paused, he looked at Stark with some doubts and said, "Tony, what's wrong with you? It's me, why would I leave you and run away?"

"At that time, they were so many people, I had to go back to get weapons and tools. I knew they wanted to kidnap you and would not hurt you for the time being. Otherwise, even if I could knock down one or two, they would be desperate and kill you directly."

This explanation is reasonable. After all, the other party's posture is kidnapping. Since it is kidnapping instead of murder, it means that Stark is valuable and will not be killed for the time being. Then it is the safest way to escape first and come back to rescue after making all preparations.

But for some reason, Stark always felt that Eric was a little eager to explain, but he actually didn't care about these explanations now.

"I found a path up the mountain." Eric took off the zipline from his waist and said, "These guys should have professionals behind them, and the defense is airtight. Fortunately, my rock climbing skills are pretty good. It's hard to walk in the leeward area, so I came up from there."

"Let's go, Tony, the two of us will slide down from where I came from. There are weapons on my car. Even if they catch up, I can take you to a safe place. If it doesn't work, we will go back to Wakanda. They dare not catch up there."

"Sorry, Eric, but I can't go with you." Stark shook his head and continued to walk towards the pile of parts.

Eric was very shocked. Stark squatted beside the parts pile and looked up at Eric and said, "I have something to do now, and I have to do it. I hope you can understand me. You can leave by yourself to a safe place."

"God! Tony, what's wrong with you?" Eric strode forward, staring at Stark in shock and confusion, and said, "You have been kidnapped! In the kidnapper's base camp, what do you have to do? Isn't it urgent to go to a safe place first?"

"Yes, if I were not Stark, then I would definitely turn around and leave." Stark fiddled with a circuit board in his hand and said, "Eric, how do you think everything happened here?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Tony." Eric glanced outside the cave and said, "Now is the time for their patrols to change shifts. It's too late if we don't leave."

Stark frowned slightly. Eric's anxious attitude made him feel a little anxious, but he still said, "Everything here happened because of me, or at least it is related to me."

"My name is printed on their weapons, so I must be responsible for it. I have to solve all this."

Eric dropped his shoulders, spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's not your fault, Tony. No matter what, you have to ensure your own safety first. You can only do other things if you are alive, right?"

Stark suddenly felt depressed. He felt that he was talking at cross purposes. Why did he talk about responsibility, sacrifice, and salvationism, while the other party talked about interests, safety, and living a miserable life?

Why is the whole world all romantic and allergic? Why are these people damned for not having any heroic feelings?

Why did he finally make up his mind to do something great and move forward to the future with hope, but someone had to come out to let him go back to the past, back to the days when he was waiting to be saved?

Stark knew that what Eric said was right, but he was depressed because of this "right". He didn't want to talk about right or wrong, he just hoped that someone would understand.

"I'm really sorry, Eric. If I return to the United States, I will contact you, but I really can't leave now. You'd better leave quickly."

Stark stopped talking after he finished speaking. In the place where he couldn't see, Eric's expression became a little gloomy.

Eric took a step forward, but at this moment, there was a sound suddenly from the cave entrance, and the local dialect was faintly heard from a distance.

Eric was startled, and Stark looked up at Eric and said, "Go, they are back."

"Tony..."

"Go!"

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Eric could only turn around and quickly get on the zipline. He looked at Stark's figure unwillingly, but he could only leave first.

Schiller brought the locals back here, but what Stark wanted to do was far from making weapons for them, or even to protect himself and return to the United States. He wanted to fight a beautiful turnaround.

He said to the terrorists who came here: "You know who I am, so you should know that many of the missiles used to bomb you were invented by me."

"Since I developed the missiles, I naturally know what its weaknesses are, but to find a way to crack them, you have to get me a sample, and if I crack the Stark Group's missiles, their heavy firepower bombing will not be a threat to you."

The terrorists' eyes lit up, and then Stark told them some professional terms about the guidance system, and Schiller only translated them roughly.

This group of locals really didn't come into contact with any very powerful scientists. Stark's words and style successfully fooled them, and they went to get missiles without stopping.

After the others left, Stark sorted out the selected electronic components while saying: "The missile launch permit requires the authorization of the senior management of the Stark Group. As long as I can get a missile, I will know who authorized the missile launch."

"But you actually already have the answer, right?"

Stark paused, sighed, nodded and said: "I am trying to digest the fact that I may lose a loved one. Do you have any good treatment for this? Doctor."

Schiller shook his head and said: "It looks like you want to make a big scene here."

"Are you going to stop me?"

"No, I want to watch the fun."

Stark snorted and said: "You think this is What is the child? I am afraid that you are going to disappoint you. My good doctor may have a greater movement than you think. " After a lot of trouble, I will tell everyone that you have saved me, and you can't stay here. "Schiller pursed his mouth and looked at him silently. After a while, he helplessly put his head and said," Why do you have to go with me? "Stak also looked at him silently. I returned to the United States, I will let you come to me every week, you will be read by a psychologist, and you will pay a lot of ancostle fees. "" My medical account is ready. No one can give Stark's surprised bill. The doctor. Around dusk, Schiller put on his coat again and said to Stark, "During the day, they told me that a batch of medicines would arrive in the evening. I'm going to check which ones I can use. I'll be back in about half an hour, and then I'll change your bandages."

Stark waved to him. After Schiller's back disappeared into the cave, he stared at the sunset at the cave entrance for a while, and then continued to work.

Schiller walked along the flat road and came to the village at the foot of the mountain. This was the kidnappers' base. The locals looked at him and let him go.

Schiller first went to a local house to get medicine, turned a corner and came to a small road, and entered a closed house.

Nodding to the local old man leaning against the door, he walked into the house, picked up the satellite phone, and said to the receiver:

"Stark will make a big fuss here. He will not let go of any US military base. The military system operated by the FBI and the military here for more than a decade will be completely destroyed, and they will lose a lot of equipment and manpower."

"Once a position becomes vacant, you can transfer your people in, but it's best not to be too radical. The locals are not vegetarians. Just like that, our deal is done."

"Goodbye, Baron, long live Hydra."

After hanging up the phone, a heavy shadow appeared outside the door. A local with a big beard walked in with several other people. The small house was almost crowded with them.

Schiller nodded to them and said, "The plan is going well. Once Stark destroys the US military system in Afghanistan, you will have a chance to take back your country and land."

The leader stepped forward and shook hands with Schiller.

"Long live the sovereignty and territorial integrity of Afghanistan."

The man said in broken English: "Long live, Dr. Schiller, long live."

White moonlight?

Black sun!