The hood rope around his neck was loosened a little, and Stark could feel the delicate touch of the other party's hands, which was definitely not something that these five or three thick terrorists could have, and the other party was likely to come from a civilized society like him.

Thinking of this, Stark relaxed slightly, and the light came in from under the hood, and then the hood was removed, and through the dim light, Stark saw a man with black hair and gray eyes.

It was a very unique pair of gray eyes, the natural gray iris is only 0.02% of the world's population, and Stark had never met a gray-eyed person before, so he remembered these eyes almost immediately.

"Are you...... Stark? ”

Stark saw the confusion in his eyes, he lay on the ground and exhaled, and after a short pause, he supported his body with his hands and arms, trying to get up from the ground.

The person on the other side immediately helped him up and made him sit on the ground, Stark nodded and said, "Yes, I'm Stark, you can recognize me, it means that you have at least read the New York newspapers." ”

"Hello, Mr. Stark, you can call me Dr. Schiller."

Stark, who was sitting on the ground, crossed his arms and knees, squinted at Schiller, and said, "Did they send me over?" ”

"I'm a doctor." Schiller set his eyes on the crack in Stark's back that was scraped in his suit.

Stark felt a sharp pain coming from his back, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain, and then felt the sticky liquid drip from the corner of his forehead, and he reached out to wipe it, and the crimson on his hand made him curse.

"Looks like you're scratched by shrapnel, Mr. Stark, the wound needs to be stitched up and some antibiotics needed, otherwise you'll die here from blood loss and infection."

"How can there be a doctor in this place?" Stark stared suspiciously at Schiller's face and said, "Were you kidnapped by them too?" ”

"Not exactly, I'm in a relationship with them now." Schiller did not shy away from saying it.

He patted Stark's back lightly with his hand, motioning for him to continue lying down, but Stark cautiously held his arms and retracted them, stared at Schiller's eyes tightly and said, "What does partnership mean?" Are you an accomplice of terrorists? ”

"Not really."

"Why do you, like those shareholders, never answer questions head-on?" Stark clenched his fists in anger and said, "What do you mean by 'not exactly' and 'not count'?" Is it or isn't? ”

Schiller stopped what he was doing, he knelt in front of Stark, looked him in the eye and said, "They asked me to come here so that I could heal your wounds, because they didn't want you to die." ”

"I don't want you to die either, because if you do, I may die too, because they won't kidnap another target more valuable than you anytime soon, and if I don't have any work to do, they will probably kill me."

"Hell, weren't you kidnapped by them? Didn't you find a way to escape?! ”

Schiller shook his head and said, "I stayed here of my own free will, because I escaped here." ”

Stark was a little dazed by his words, but Schiller held his arm and pressed slightly, Stark felt a huge force coming from his side, and he was directly picked up by the doctor.

Turning around, Stark realized that it was a cave, and Schiller helped him to a simple field medical bed at the bottom of the cave.

Stark lay face down on the bed, Schiller took out scissors, hemostats, and suture kits from the medical kit, and said while cutting his suit: "The medical conditions here are limited, there is no iodine, only iodine wine, so it may hurt a little later, and it will leave a scar later." ”

"Don't worry, I graduated from Columbia University School of Medicine and have a surgeon's license, so there are no technical problems with suturing such wounds, but how well you can recover depends on your own metabolic level."

"You have a surgical license?!" Stark couldn't help but exclaim, in the United States, this kind of license is quite difficult to get, and to get a surgical license is to step into the elite class with both feet.

"How the hell did you get here?" Stark couldn't help but ask, he really couldn't figure out how a surgeon could be kidnapped to Afghanistan.

"In fact, it's been a long time since I've been a surgeon." Schiller cut the fabric of his suit and inspected the wound as he said, "I also have a license as a psychiatrist, and now I mainly do psychiatric and psychological research. ”

Hearing the word "psychiatrist", Stark immediately became nervous, he snorted, and said, "So it's mysterious, but you still haven't answered me how you got here." ”

"That's a long story."

"Then hurry up." Stark asked unrelentingly.

"It may involve some FBI secrecy principles, but since I've already run out, it's okay to tell you." Schiller wiped the skin at the edge of the wound with a cotton pad dipped in water.

Stark regretted it when he heard the "FBI", and he just wanted to stop Schiller from talking, but Schiller had already begun to explain.

"I made some mistakes when I was younger, so after I got my first Ph.D., I ended up in the FBI Special Security Prison."

"Later, the military launched a special project to study how brainwaves can affect the human psyche, and they needed experts in this area, but they couldn't hire people from the community with much fanfare."

"The military cooperated with the FBI, and I was transferred from a special detention prison to participate in this project, and then I was involved in many of the military's projects, and this time, I just got into the military's secret laboratory in Afghanistan and ran out of it."

"I approached a local armed group and asked them to provide me with shelter, and the price I paid was to use my medical knowledge to help them rescue the wounded, and occasionally act as an interpreter."

"Do you speak the local language?"

"I'm a quick learner of everything."

Stark gasped as he felt a sharp pain coming from the wound, and for the next ten minutes, Stark screamed in pain, his face pale, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Finally, Schiller's voice came from behind him.

"The hemostasis and disinfection have been completed, and the next step is to start stitching, the stitching will not be very painful, but you must not move, otherwise the scar left will be ugly."

"Will there be a scar?"

"I'm afraid so, but I'm not sure if Stark Group has some magic prescription, maybe you can try it."

"You're controlled by the military and can still read the newspaper?"

I also have a cooperative relationship with the military, and Schiller confessed: "I have a certain degree of personal freedom. ”

"Then why didn't you run before?"

"I don't have a social identity." Schiller stitched Stark together and explained, "After I was taken away by the FBI, they erased all traces of me in this world in order to cover up something. ”

"Including my educational information, license information, and even my birth certificate and medical experience, to put it simply, I am a black household, I can't perform surgery at will without a license, and I can't live in society."

"What the hell did you do back then?" Suddenly Stark realized what he was talking about, and he hurriedly explained: "I'm not saying that the FBI is right to do this, it's a great violation of human rights, but there should be some reason."

"For a pretty good reason, I'm a serial killer."

Stark's fists clenched instantly.

"You ......" Stark couldn't help but twist his neck and look at Schiller again with the rest of his eyes, but the gentle-looking man in front of him didn't look like a serial killer at all, no matter how he looked at it.

The main reason is that Schiller is very thin, and his physique is a certain distance from being strong, let alone burly, and at first glance he is a common scholar in the institute, not a martial arts person.

"Don't try to scare me." Stark turned his head back and said, "Just you?" You can't even beat my fitness trainer. ”

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the vertical pole of the emergency bed in front of Stark's nose, and the moment a tooth-aching metal sound sounded, the metal pole about the thickness of Stark's wrist was broken to a ninety degree direction.

Stark swallowed for a moment before he spoke, "It's not scientific!" How did you get so much strength with your muscle mass?! ”

"That's the part that really involves the principle of confidentiality." Schiller changed a stitch and began to close the smaller wound next to him, saying: "I was also born in a secret laboratory of the military, and I was modified at a very young age, but I had some accidents and I ran out." ”

"After I returned to the United States, I killed about 30 investors and manipulators of the plan, but I didn't escape the FBI."

"That's the only reason they didn't shoot me on the spot, they recognized the characteristics of the experiment and thought I had the value of recycling, and you know what happened next."

Stark pursed his lips, he shook his head lightly and said, "It's lawless! ”

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and asked Schiller: "Do you know where the weapons of this group of terrorists were bought?" ”

"I don't know, I haven't touched their weapons."

"Yes, they can't trust you completely, and they certainly can't expose you to lethal force......"

"I mean, I don't need a weapon to kill."

Stark was silent for a long time and then said: "I saw the Stark Group logo on the missile that hit me, someone is supplying weapons to terrorists, it's someone inside Stark Group, I need to know who he is." ”

"What you need most now is to recuperate, your recovery conditions are not optimistic, there is not enough nutrition here, antibiotics are also in short supply, if they can't get some medicine back in the next battle, you will have to rely on yourself."

"Am I going to pray that they will win the battle?"

Schiller's hand paused, and he said thoughtfully: "As an American, you really should pray that they lose everything." ”

"I didn't mean that." Stark moved his fingers and explained desperately: "I mean there is no point in all this, the government army, the anti-government army and this war, they should stop immediately." ”

"They can't stop."

Stark was silent, he hung his head, remembering the gleaming Stark Group logo he had seen on the surface of the missile, and at that moment, he knew exactly why they couldn't stop.

Stark's fists clenched slowly, he closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and after a few minutes he said in a hoarse voice, "You're going to heal me." ”

As soon as Schiller was about to speak, Stark said in an extremely strong tone, "You have to heal me and get me out of here alive." ”

And then ...... I'm going to shut down all the weapons departments of Stark Group, and I'm not going to sell any more arms. ”

(End of chapter)