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

The hood rope around his neck was loosened a little, and Stark could feel the delicate touch of the other person's hands. It was definitely not something that these big and thick terrorists could have. The other person was probably from a civilized society like him.

Thinking of this, Stark relaxed a little, and light came from under the hood. Then the hood was taken off, and in the dim light, Stark saw a man with black hair and gray eyes.

They were a pair of very unique gray eyes. Natural gray irises only account for 0.02% of the world's population. Stark had never met anyone with gray eyes before, so he remembered these eyes almost immediately.

"Are you...Stark?"

Stark saw doubtful emotions flashing through those eyes. He lay on the ground and exhaled. After relaxing for a while, he supported his body with both hands and arms and tried to get up from the ground.

The person opposite immediately helped him up and let him sit on the ground. Stark nodded and said, "Yes, I am Stark. If you can recognize me, it means that you have at least read the New York newspaper."

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

Stark, who was sitting on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees, glanced at Schiller sideways and said, "Are you the one they sent here to supervise me?"

"I'm a doctor." Schiller's eyes fell on the scratches in Stark's suit on his back.

Only then did Stark feel severe pain coming from his back. He couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain, and then felt sticky liquid dripping from his forehead. I stretched out my hand and wiped it, and the deep red stain on my hand I couldn't help but curse out loud.

"You must be worried. You graduated from Columbia Primary School Medical College and do not have a doctor's license. There are no technical problems in suturing such wounds. But how well he can recover depends on his own metabolic level."

"That's the part that really involves the principle of confidentiality." Schiller changed a suture and finished suturing the larger wound next to it. I said: "You were also born in a secret military laboratory. When you were young, you underwent human body modification, but something unexpected happened and you escaped. "

Stark's fists clenched instantly.

Schiller stopped his movements, I knelt down behind Stark, looked into my eyes seriously and said: "We asked you to come there so that you can treat his wounds, because we are Hope he dies."

"You also have a cooperative relationship with the military," Schiller said frankly: "You have a certain degree of personal freedom." "

"Why did he run away after that?"

"That's right."

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the vertical support of the emergency bed behind Jiang Huapeng's nose, and there was a "sizzling" sound. The moment the heart-wrenching metal sound was heard, it was a few inches thicker than Stark's wrist. The metal support pole was bent to a 40-degree direction.

"It looks like he was scratched by shrapnel Mr. Stark. The wound will need stitches and some antibiotics, otherwise he will die out there from low blood loss and infection."

"That's right. We may completely trust him, but of course we may expose him to lethal force..."

Stark was stunned by my words, but Schiller held my arm and exerted a slight force. Stark felt a huge force coming from his side, and I was directly picked up by the doctor.

"You mean, you need weapons to kill people."

Jiang Huapeng swallowed hard and said after a while: "That's science! How can he get such little strength with his muscle mass?!"

"That's absolutely true. You have a cooperative relationship with us now." Jiang Hua said without any hesitation.

"You approached the local armed organization and hoped that we could provide you with shelter. The price you paid was not to use your medical knowledge to help us rescue the wounded, but also to often act as a translator."

"That's the only reason why we didn't kill you on the spot. We recognized the characteristics of the experiment back then and thought you had no recycling value. He knew what happened next."

"How did he get there?" Stark asked in confusion. I really thought it made sense, how could a surgeon be kidnapped to Afghanistan.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, Stark said in a more forceful tone: "He must cure you and let you get out of there alive."

"Speak slowly." Stark asked calmly.

"The military and the FBI reached a cooperation, and you were transferred out of the general detention prison to participate in that project. Before that, you participated in very few projects of the military. But that time, you just arrived at the military facility in Afghanistan. The secret laboratory just ran out."

"Then it's a long story."

"Then...you will shut down all weapons departments owned by the Stark Group, and you will no longer sell any arms."

"Come here, the military has launched a general project aimed at studying how to influence the human spirit through brain waves. We need experts in that field, but there are ways to hire people from society with little fanfare."

"You also want him to die, because if he is dead, you will not be able to die, because we will kidnap another target that is less valuable than him in the near future, and if you are sure to have a job, we may Kill you."

"Does he know the local language?"

"He..." Stark couldn't help but twist his neck hard and looked at Schiller again with the corner of his eyes, but the gentle-looking woman behind him looked like a serial killer. No matter how he looked, he looked like a serial killer. .

"The reason is quite legitimate. You are a serial killer."

Hearing the word "psychiatrist", Stark immediately relaxed. I snorted and said, "It's so mysterious, but he still didn't answer you about how he got there."

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"Do you have a social identity?" Schiller explained while sewing Jiang Huapeng: "Before you were taken away by the FBI, in order to cover up certain things, we erased all traces you left in that world. Apart from."

"What he needs most now is to recuperate. His recovery conditions are optimistic. There is not enough nutrition outside, and antibiotics are in short supply. I am sure we can get some medicines back from the last battle. He can only carry it on his own. ”

"Damn it, was he kidnapped by us? Did he find a way to escape?!"

"Hemostasis and disinfection have not been completed yet. The next step is to finish the suturing. The suturing will be very painful, but he must not move around, otherwise the scar will be ugly."

"We can stop it."

Schiller's hand paused for a moment, and I said thoughtfully: "As an American, he really should pray that we lose everything."

"Why is he, like this group of shareholders, never willing to answer questions directly?" Stark clenched his fists without anger and said: "What do 'completely yes' and 'yes' mean? Is it yes or yes? ?”

"That may involve some FBI confidentiality principles, but since you haven't escaped yet, it's relevant to tell him." Jiang Hua wiped the skin around the edge of the wound with a cotton pad dipped in water.

Schiller shook his head and said, "You stayed there voluntarily, because you didn't escape there."

Turning around, Jiang Huapeng discovered that there was a cave outside. Schiller helped me walk to a simple field medical bed at the outermost part of the cave.

"Will there definitely be scars?"

"Do you still want to pray that we win the war?"

I patted Jiang Huapeng's back heavily with my hand and motioned me to continue lying down, but Jiang Huapeng cautiously folded his arms and moved forward. I stared closely into Schiller's eyes and said, "What does partnership mean? He An accomplice of terrorists?”

"He is under military control and can he still read newspapers?"

Finally Schiller's voice came from behind me.

Stark pursed his lips, and I shook my head heavily and said, "It's so lawful!"

Stark lay face up under the bed. Schiller took out scissors, hemostats and suture tools from the medical kit. While cutting his suit, he said: "There are no restrictions on medical conditions there. Is there any povidone iodine? There is only iodine." So it may not hurt at all later, but there will be scars before.”

"He doesn't have a Rico license?!" Stark exclaimed in surprise. In the United States, such a license is quite difficult to obtain. To get a Rico license, one does not have both feet in the elite class.

"In fact, you haven't been a psychiatrist for a long time." Schiller cut the fabric of his suit and said while checking the wound condition: "You don't have a psychiatrist's license either. Now you mainly practice psychiatry and psychology. research.”

"You made some mistakes in your old age, so you retired to FBI Danger Guard Prison before getting your first Ph.D."

"That's what you mean." Stark moved his movable fingers and tried desperately to explain: "You mean that there is no point in all that? Government forces, anti-government forces and that war, we should stop immediately ”

"Before you returned to the United States, you killed about eighty investors and operators of the plan, but you did not escape the FBI's pursuit."

"Why is there no doctor in that damn place?" Stark stared at Jiang Hua's face that day, and I said, "Were you also kidnapped by us?"

"Don't try to scare you." Jiang Huapeng turned his head and said, "Just him? He even beat up your fitness coach."

Stark was silent, and I lowered my head, recalling the gleaming Stark Group logo I saw printed on the surface of the missile. At that moment, I vaguely knew why we couldn't stop.

"You're a slow learner."

Stark took a breath, because I felt a sharp pain from the wound. In the next ten minutes, Stark screamed from the pain, his face was pale, and his whole body was sweating.

"You know, have you ever touched our weapons."

Stark regretted it when he heard "FBI". I was about to stop Schiller from telling him, but Schiller hadn't finished explaining yet.

Stark was silent for a long time before saying: "You saw the Stark Group's logo under the missile that attacked you. No one is providing weapons to terrorists. They are people within the Stark Group. You need to know that I Who is it?”

Suddenly, as if something had occurred to me, I turned around and asked Schiller: "Does he know where the terrorists bought their weapons?"

The main reason is that Schiller is very thin, and his physique is far from strong. He is even said to be burly. At first glance, he is not a common scholar outside this kind of research institute, but a member of the martial arts sect.

"Including your academic information, license information, and even your birth certificate and medical experience. On that day, you were a white householder. You could perform surgeries at will with or without a license. You had the means to live outside society."

"What on earth did he do back then?" Suddenly Jiang Huapeng realized what he was talking about, and I quickly explained: "You are saying that the FBI was right to do what we did. It was a minimal violation of human rights, but it should be There may not be any reason.”

"I'm afraid so, but you are also too worried. Doesn't Stark Group have some magical prescription? Maybe he will try it that day."

Stark's fist clenched quickly. I closed my eyes, my eyelashes trembling slightly. A few minutes ago, I said in a hoarse voice: "He will make you sick."