Chapter 1838: Journey of a Madman (Part 51)

Breakfast was a canned seafood rice from France. The rice was half-cooked, and the seafood had no taste, but Stark ate it very happily. It wasn't because he was hungry, just because he was very actively storing energy for his body. He knew he had things to do.

After eating a bagged bread and a staple food can, Stark wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said: "Do me a favor, Schiller, call that group of people over. I'll make a list for them, and they will purchase according to the list."

"There is no purchase. Tony, there is no shopping mall within twenty kilometers here."

"Then go steal, go rob, or go peel the wall 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 a god is hard to handle. If they don't give me equipment and want me to build weapons, they should go find God."

Schiller showed a slightly surprised expression. Stark said triumphantly with his arms crossed: "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 pick up his words, which made Stark's plan to describe his great plan to him fail. But he was indeed determined to focus on more practical problems now, so he said: "I have to see them. You act as a translator for us."

Schiller nodded without refuting. After breakfast, he put on his coat and said to Stark: "I have to go talk to them to ensure they have the patience to listen to your messy needs. You had better stay here and sleep well after taking the medicine."

"Don't worry, I will."

After Schiller left, Stark added wood to the campfire and went to pick and choose among the pile of abandoned communication equipment. But this time he didn't adhere to the principle of not taking it if it wasn't intact. He picked out all the parts that looked relatively complete.

But just then, Stark heard some movement at the cave entrance. He immediately became vigilant, hid behind the pile of abandoned parts, cautiously observed the situation at the cave entrance, and prayed that this was just the wind blowing the branches.

But the facts disappointed him. A sliding rope fell from above the cave entrance. Stark clenched the gun in his hand.

The moment Erik landed at the cave entrance, Stark aimed the gun at his head.

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

After seeing his face clearly, Stark slowly lowered the gun and widened his eyes: "Erik, how are you here? Didn't you leave?"

Without getting the expected pleasant surprise reaction, Erik's footsteps paused. He looked at Stark with some doubt and said: "Tony, what's wrong with you? It's me. How could I abandon you and run away?"

"They were outnumbered at the time. I had to go back to get weapons and tools. I knew they wanted to kidnap you and wouldn't hurt you for the time being. Otherwise, even if I could knock down one or two, they would be anxious and tear up the ticket directly, which would be terrible."

This explanation was quite reasonable. After all, the posture of the other party looked like kidnapping at a glance. Since it was kidnapping rather than murder, it showed that Stark had value and wouldn't be killed for the time being. Then, escaping first and making full preparations before coming back to rescue was the safest method.

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

"I found a small path up the mountain." Erik took off the sliding rope from his waist and said: "This group of people should have professionals pointing them out behind the scenes. The defense is airtight. Fortunately, my rock climbing skills are not bad. The leeward side is not easy to walk, so I came up from there."

"Let's go, Tony. We two slide down from where I came. There are weapons in my car. Even if we are chased by them, I can take you to a safe place. If it really doesn't work, we will return to Wakanda. They dare not chase there."

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

Erik appeared very shocked. Stark squatted beside the pile of parts, looked up at Erik, and said: "I have things to do now, and I must do them. I hope you can understand me. You can leave by yourself to a safe place."

"God! Tony, what's wrong with you?" Erik walked up and pressed on Stark's shoulder, staring at Stark with shock and doubt: "You were kidnapped! In the kidnappers' base camp, what on earth do you have to do? Isn't the top priority to go to a safe place first?"

"Yes, if I weren't Stark, then I would definitely turn around and leave." Stark fiddled with a circuit board and said: "Erik, how do you think everything here happened?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Tony." Erik glanced at the cave entrance and said: "It's time for their patrol to change shifts now. If we don't leave, it will be too late."

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

"Their weapons have my name printed on them, so I must be responsible for this. I have to solve all this."

Erik lowered his shoulders, spread his hands helplessly, and said: "This is not your fault, Tony. No matter what, you have to ensure your own safety first. You have to be alive to do other things, right?"

Stark suddenly felt a depressed emotion. He felt that he was talking to a wall. Why was he talking about responsibility, sacrifice, and salvationism, while the other party was talking about interests, safety, and living in a muddle?

Why was the whole world allergic to romance, and why did this group of people have to have no heroic feelings at all?

Why did he have to have someone run out to make him return to the past, return to the days of waiting to be saved, just when he finally made up his mind to do something great and was ready to move toward the future full of hope?

Stark knew Erik's statement was correct, but he felt depressed precisely because of this "correctness." He didn't want to talk about right or wrong, he just hoped someone would understand.

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

After Stark finished speaking, he stopped talking. Where his gaze couldn't reach, Erik's expression became a bit gloomy.

Erik stepped forward. But just then, a sound came from the cave entrance. Gibberish local dialects came vaguely from afar.

Erik was startled. Stark looked up at Erik and said: "Go quickly, they are back."

"Tony..."

"Go quickly!"

Listening to the footsteps getting closer, Erik could only turn around and quickly get on the sliding rope. He stared at Stark's figure with some unwillingness, but could only leave first.

Schiller brought the locals back here. But what Stark wanted to do was far from just making weapons for them, or even just preserving himself and returning to the United States. He wanted to fight a beautiful turnaround battle.

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

"Since it is a missile I researched, I naturally know what its weaknesses are. But to find a cracking method, you have to get me a sample. And if I crack Stark Industries' missiles, their heavy artillery bombardment will no longer be a threat to you."

The terrorists' eyes lit up "swoosh." Then Stark said some professional terms about the guidance system. Schiller only translated a general idea.

This group of locals had indeed never come into contact with any very powerful scientists. Stark's rhetoric and style successfully bluffed them, and they went to get missiles without stopping.

After the others left, Stark said while organizing the electronic components that were picked out: "Missile launch authorization requires authorization from Stark Industries' senior management. 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's hand stopped. He sighed, nodded, and said: "I am trying hard to digest the fact that I might lose a loved one. Do you have any good therapy for this? Doctor."

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

"Are you going to stop me?"

"No, I want to watch the fun."

Stark snorted coldly and said: "Do you think this is what? Playing house? Then I'm afraid that will disappoint you, my good doctor. The movement I want to make might be even bigger than you imagine."

After speaking, he stood up, walked to Schiller, looked into his eyes, and asked: "You know the specific locations of all military bases, right?"

"But I won't tell you."

"You will." Stark shook his head slightly and said: "After I make a big scene here, I will tell everyone that you saved me. You won't be able to stay here."

Schiller pursed his lips and looked at him silently. After a while, he turned his head away somewhat helplessly and said: "Why on earth do you have to go against me?"

Stark also looked at him silently and didn't answer.

After a long while, Schiller said as if threatening: "You don't like psychologists very much, right? If I return to the United States, I will let you come to me for treatment every week. You will be read by a psychologist and pay a large consultation fee."

"My medical account is already ready. No one can give a bill that surprises Stark, Doctor."

After speaking, Stark buried his head in fiddling with the machine and ignored Schiller.

Around evening, Schiller put on his coat again and said to Stark: "They told me during the day that a batch of medicine would come tonight. 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 his hand at him. After Schiller's back disappeared at the cave entrance, he stared at the sunset at the cave entrance for a while, and then continued to bury his head in manufacturing.

Schiller, who left, walked along the flat road and came to the village at the foot of the mountain. This was the kidnappers' station. The locals glanced at him and let him pass.

Schiller first went to a local house to get medicine, turned a corner, 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 and picked up the satellite phone, and said to the other side of the receiver:

"Stark will make a big scene here. He won't let go of any U. S. military base. The military system that the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the military have operated here for more than ten years will be completely destroyed. They will lose a large amount of equipment and manpower."

"Once a vacancy appears in the position, you can transfer your people in. But it's better not to be too aggressive. The locals aren't vegetarians either. That's it, our transaction is completed."

"Goodbye, Baron. Hail Hydra."

Hanging up the phone, heavy shadows appeared outside the door. A local man with a big beard brought several other people in. The small house was almost crowded by them.

Schiller nodded to them and said: "The plan is going very smoothly. Once Stark destroys the U. S. military system in Afghanistan, you will have the opportunity to take back your country and land."

The leader walked up and shook hands with Schiller.

"Long live Afghanistan's national sovereignty and territorial integrity."

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