Towards the end of the day, the temperature became lower and lower, at this time it was close to the rainy season of the desert climate, the temperature difference between day and night was very large, and during the hottest time of the day, staying in the cave could also make people sweat, but at night, it was cold and even if the campfire was baked, they had to wear cotton clothes.

Schiller burned the fire a little more wood, and Stark, who had recovered a little, began to sort through the parts of the communications equipment that his kidnappers had scavenged from the army communications room that Schiller had said.

Although the wound on his back was still painful, Stark was supported by a force, and he couldn't lift his arm, trying to rummage through parts that might be useful with the hand that was far away from the wound.

Schiller walked up to him and crouched down, looked at him and asked, "Do you want to help?" ”

Stark sat on his knees, gasping for some breath, and he turned his head to look at Schiller, but what he could see more clearly were drops of sweat dripping from his eyelashes.

"No, no, how long has it been since you slept?" Stark turned his head back and rummaged through, and said, "You haven't rested since I came here, have you?" Aren't you going to sleep for a while? ”

"I don't need to sleep."

"Don't be stupid, humans need to sleep." Stark picked up a circuit board and looked at it carefully, and said, "Sleep restores more than just physical strength, it relaxes your spirit." ”

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

"Okay, I know you're a psychiatrist." Stark pursed his lips and said in a slightly angry tone, "Then you 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, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Schiller's back, took a deep breath, and tried to return his attention to the circuit board in his hand.

He spent a long day picking through parts, finding a few circuit boards, a cloud of spare wires that he hadn't had time to use, and some metal to assemble the case.

Stark piled these things on the ground next to him, and after fiddling with them for a long time, he began to make trouble again, and he cleared his throat to get the other man's attention as he watched Schiller sit motionless in front of the campfire.

Schiller didn't notice him at all.

Stark had to complain slightly: "That's the bad thing about dealing with illiteracy, isn't it?" There are only parts, no tools, no workbenches, what do I rely on to build weapons for them, imagination? ”

Schiller suddenly made a silent gesture at him, and Stark was like a chicken choked by the neck, afraid to make a sound.

In the silence, Stark heard a rustling sound coming from the entrance of the cave, which sounded like something had stirred the grass, most likely a pathfinder stick.

Schiller is gone.

Stark didn't see how he had disappeared, and then a black head poked out of the hole, a local in a jacket with a worn baseball cap on his head, looking young but sneaky.

His eyes lit up when he saw Stark, and he and two others quickly climbed up from the mouth of the cave, Stark saw that they were covered in grass clippings, apparently coming from off-road, and Stark remembered that the road was clear when he came.

In other words, the other party did not take the avenue, but turned over from the mountain next to him, what do they want to do?

Suddenly, the muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at Stark, and out of the need for self-protection, Stark immediately raised his hands and shouted at them in English: "Don't shoot!" What are you going to do? ”

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

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

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

Stark gritted his teeth and remained silent, and then only heard a "bang", and the black figure holding the gun fell, and the other two hurriedly turned their heads, but they didn't see anything.

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

At the last moment, Stark finally saw how Schiller was killing, he picked up the man who was bent over Stark and groped on him, grabbed his head with one hand, pressed his shoulder with the other, and only heard a slight "click", and the other party did not move.

Schiller wrenched the necks of three people in thirty seconds.

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

Stark heard from his fitness coach that the method of twisting the neck that often appears in movies and television dramas is not so easy to use, it requires a very skillful way of power, rich experience and enough strength, and sometimes a little luck, but if you have these, why not directly attack the soft abdomen?

One of the three corpses was half-draped on Stark's body, a touch that was very different from that of a living person, and Stark could clearly feel how the other person's pulse was gradually weakening, and how the body temperature was dropping, as if they were a hamburger steak that was gradually getting cold because no one was paying attention to it.

This brought Stark unimaginable fear.

His breathing rate began to quicken, a feeling of suffocation came from his throat, and panic overwhelmed him, so desperate to escape.

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

The heavy feeling of falling made his beating heart calm down a little, and Schiller pulled out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the pill gradually melt and bitter, Stark finally gasped.

"What's that?"

"Valeamine, you're having a panic attack." Schiller walked across from Stark, looked him in the eye and said, "Didn't tell me you had a history of mental illness, otherwise I could have taken them a little further afield." ”

Stark ignores all the points in this passage, instead grasping at the least important point and asking, "Are you alone?" Morning? With bare hands? ”

Schiller tilted his head as if helpless, Stark stared at him tightly and said, "You were just lucky, their target was me, and they didn't notice you hiding in the shadows, but if they had been prepared, you would have finished with just one shot." ”

"I won't."

"No one would." Stark turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground and said, "Do you know how terrible guns are?" If a bullet hits you anywhere, you have a minimum of 50% chance of dying. ”

"I'm a surgeon and I'm more ...... than you"

"You don't know this better than I do!" Stark interrupted Schiller's words and said, "What if they find you and shoot you?" What if they call people? And what if they have missiles again? ”

"Then I'll leave 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 like a killer, sometimes like a child. ”

"I'm autistic."

"God!" Stark looked at Schiller without blinking, stood up and walked to the corpse, his gaze always followed Schiller, and when Schiller began to drag the corpse, he asked, "They don't even spare children with autism?" ”

Schiller didn't answer, he turned over the body of the black man in the lead, took the gun he held in his hand, turned around and threw it at Stark.

Stark's chatter was interrupted by this action, he looked at the pistol that fell in front of him in shock, and then turned to stare at Schiller and asked, "You actually gave me the gun??" ”

"Because only you can use it."

Stark's words were choked back again, and he realized that the doctor in front of him was really a topic buster, and a hopelessly touching allergy sufferer.

It's a pity that Schiller is telling the truth, and Stark has to admit it, Schiller doesn't need to use a gun at all.

"Then you won't be afraid ......"

Schiller, who was searching for another corpse, turned his head and his gaze fell on Stark's face, then on his arm and wrist.

Like a cat that has been stepped on by its tail, Stark almost jumped up and said, "My marksmanship is accurate!" I train at the shooting range every week! ”

Schiller nodded perfunctorily, and threw over another pack of cigarettes that had been taken out of the pocket of the other party's jacket, but at that moment he made a move in his hand.

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

"Nothing." Schiller then took out the contents under the cigarette, and Stark saw that it looked like a metal badge.

Schiller rubbed his thumb against the badge, and Stark leaned over to the side, and he saw a slightly familiar sign on the badge, but Stark couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"What is this?" Stark asked.

"The coat of arms of a mercenary organization." Schiller recalled: "I saw it on the way out, and there was a group of mercenaries patrolling around the laboratory. ”

Stark frowned deeply, hearing the word mercenary, only a few images flashed in his mind, and suddenly his eyes widened, and the pattern of the armband worn by Eric flashed in his mind, and the two coincided.

"You said you've seen mercenaries from this organization? Around that lab you're in? Do you know what they're here for? ”

Schiller looked at the badge and said, "Because there are some things that the army does not have to come forward directly, and it is usually mercenaries who do it." ”

Stark continued to stare at Schiller, who shook his head and said, "You don't need to know, and if you know, you won't change anything." ”

"Raw material for human experiments, right?" Stark clenched his fists and said, "They can't transport people from across the ocean, they can only take local materials." ”

Schiller didn't say anything, threw the badge into the campfire, and then he stood up and said to Stark: "This group may be a group of habitual thieves, but it's hard to tell if it's an outsider or a local, it's better to dispose of the body, or you'll get into trouble." ”

Stark looked up at Schiller, hesitated for a moment and said, "They didn't actually know you were a killer, you didn't let them know that you were going to kill." ”

"They don't need to know."

"Then I'm ......"

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

(End of chapter)