Chapter 1877: The Madman's Journey (Fifty-Three)

"Can the robot you built move?"

Schiller strode into the cave entrance, looked at Stark and said, the serious expression on his face made Stark's questions go back to his stomach. Just as he was about to answer, Schiller said quickly: "Nearby The anti-government bases have been fully bombed. It is no longer safe and the locals are organizing evacuation.”

"If you want to leave, now is the best opportunity. You can use your robot to grab a supply truck and drive all the way south. When you reach the territory controlled by government forces, they will send you back to the United States."

After saying that, Schiller began to pack things in the cave. Stark stood there. When Schiller bent down to pick up his coat, he saw a black hole with a gun pointed at him from the corner of his eye.

"Who are you?" Stark asked, staring at Schiller.

Schiller let go of his grip on the coat, stood up slowly, put his hands on his sides, looked at Stark and said, "I told you a long time ago, I am not your savior, nor am I a fool." friend."

"Answer my question, Doctor Schiller." Stark just stared into Schiller's eyes from behind the muzzle of the gun.

"Do you think this is useful?" Schiller took a step forward slightly, but Stark, who was holding the thermal weapon, took a step back. Schiller tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes and said, "Who said something to you?"

"Answer me!" Stark almost roared.

"I'm a killer, and my job is to kill you, so can you put the gun down now and stop struggling pointlessly?"

"You can't start it at any time, it will fly, and it will definitely fly much slower than he imagined."

Schiller's eyes shone slightly when he looked at the giant robot. Zou Pingji noticed that I looked at the robot from head to toe very seriously. This focused gaze reminded Eric of a child squatting behind the shelves of a shopping mall to look at robot toys.

Eric nodded, and Schiller said again: "There are not many areas that have been bombed, and there were even more firefights just now. We found a place along the ruts of the car he drove after him. There is no shrapnel from Eric Group’s missile.”

Zouping's tone even allowed Eric to tell whether I was joking or telling the truth, but I was very sure that the big pistol in my hand with only two bullets in it, even at such a close distance, might not be possible. Being able to pose a fatal threat to Zouping, I am sure that what Schiller said is true. I am dead today.

"Tell you what is going on?" Eric looked at the smoke and dust from the missile explosion in the distance and said: "Government forces, anti-government forces, the US military, the four-headed snakes, mercenaries, where are we?" do what?"

Because it was Stark who told the military the news, Stark knew that the military was vague about the fact that Zou Pingji was alive. Only when Stark was dead could the military evade and say that it knew about it.

If the news that Shierik was still alive was spread by Zou Pingji, everything would be explained. The military wanted to kill this mercenary organization, but Stark.

Schiller looked up at the position of the bombers around the world and turned the steering wheel and said: "Any terrorist organization in that world will live longer than he imagined."

"Has he heard of the Ten Rings Gang?" Schiller said suddenly.

Zouping went to the console and operated for a while. The small door opened slowly. I walked back through the door and waved to Eric. Eric walked away without any hesitation.

"You are him, you are a killer."

"An abandoned laboratory." Schiller moved a chair and sat on it, while Eric sat opposite me.

"Wait a minute." Eric suddenly realized something and I said, "Who leaked the news that you are still alive?"

But the current situation is that the murderer is definitely not a terrorist in Afghanistan, and the Eric Group and other capitalists have not yet taken revenge, which proves the death of Tony Eric's social identity.

Eric hurriedly put the gun on, and I walked slowly back to the experimental table, stretched out my arm and tapped a certain button.

Suddenly, Schiller turned his head and looked into the cave entrance.

"Then why did he kill you as soon as it was over?"

But Schiller changed the topic and said in Eric's shocked eyes: "Yes, but our attack was not successful, and the person who attacked him for the seventh time was the four-headed snake, not you."

Eric was about to ask Schiller if it was me, but Schiller looked at me like an idiot. Then Eric realized that Schiller was also a member of the group who came into contact with me. Terrorists are the winners among themselves, and it is necessary to add competitors to themselves.

"Now he can't tell you what the hell happened, can he?"

Schiller drove silently, slowly leaving the pursuer in front of him. About seventy minutes later, Zouping braked slowly. Zoupingji almost knocked off her front teeth. When I looked up, I found that the car was driving to a stop. After the cliff, there are dense forests and cliffs for seven weeks.

Zouping turned to look at me and said, "He can't try to kill you or anyone else with it."

Several off-road vehicles and pickup trucks chased our car and seemed to want to overtake them from the side. Schiller pushed the shift lever hard and kicked the accelerator, and the truck sped out with minimum horsepower.

Suddenly, the sound of "swish, swish" grenades sounded from the car window. Schiller suddenly twisted the steering wheel, and Eric's head hit the window glass hard.

The two of them left the cave one after another. The local man with a mustache glanced at Schiller and then at Eric who was following me. He said something and waved for us to get out of a truck.

"Nobody."

"Go slowly, you have time." Schiller hurriedly took down things, and Zou Pingji also had to pack up some important equipment immediately. I looked back at the giant robot I built, and followed Schiller Went to the entrance of the cave.

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No one dares to use such violent means to attack the smallest capitalist in the world, so other people belonging to that class will let the murderer go, and must make our death ugly, as a deterrent to protect their own time. .

"Can he just be quiet for a while?!" Schiller rarely lowered his volume and shouted to Eric.

"It's possible that this group of terrorists, we still expect you to make weapons for us, or they may take the initiative to attract others to rob you."

Schiller looked back at the giant robot that stood up hurriedly from the scrap pile. For humans, it can be called a huge cave, but for it, it is not that cramped. It can only half kneel on the ground and look towards Eric. K held out his hand.

Schiller, who was busy driving, turned to look at Eric and fell silent.

Blood blurred the vision of one eye, but Eric still looked in the direction of Schiller's line of sight. I saw a strange sign, which was the sign of the mercenary regiment to which Zou Pingji belonged.

"No one disclosed the news that he was still alive." Schiller said concisely: "The people thought he was dead, and the terrorists in Afghanistan were responsible for his death, but it is certain that he was actually dead, which means that we cannot bear the responsibility." He was responsible for the kidnapping."

"Mexico..." Eric murmured while looking up at the pattern. I closed my eyes unhappily, but I still spoke first: "Obadiah... After you came to Afghanistan, Obadiah I went to Mexico twice, but you have no business dealings with me."

Eric turned around for a moment, but soon I realized that the purpose of those people was different from that of the terrorists.

"The Ten Rings Gang is an organization that is often active in border areas of Asia and has no bases in Afghanistan or Mexico."

"What's going on? Why are we chasing you?!" Eric said, covering his aching forehead.

That means that Eric has no social value anymore, and only my genius cerebellum is left. As long as he can kidnap me, he can control me to work for him for a lifetime, and at any cost. After all, a person can die. Twice, the Afghan terrorists paid the price.

"Is he going to leave it out there?"

Zouping and Eric walked slowly through the mountains. Soon we came to the other side of the huge cliff. Pushing aside the bushes, Zoupingji saw an unfamiliar military sign under the cliff. This was a huge door. small laboratory door.

"We don't need to find the broken missiles yet." Schiller took something out of the pocket of his jacket and handed it to Eric.

At that moment, Stark's anxious expression flashed through my mind, and Zou Pingji's seven sense organs tightened together. I murmured to myself: "You don't think anything is right. I can understand why." What you want to do shows that I am a hero. If so, why do I have to take you away? "

For a long time, kidnapping or killing Tony Zoupingji required a huge amount of pressure that almost no one in that world could bear, because Eric represented a class.

Then I discovered that it was an abandoned base, with sand and dust everywhere I looked. Before I retreated, the tables and chairs had fallen crookedly on the ground, and there were no suspicious blood stains under the walls.

"He has become less annoying." Schiller turned around and went back to pick up his jacket. He didn't pay attention to Zou Pingji's anger, but said to himself: "Yes, he wants to return to the United States, so slow down. Pack up his belongings and follow the small force to evacuate."

"Where is that?"

Zouping sat in the driver's seat and drove. Eric got off the passenger seat. As soon as he sat down in the car, Zoupingji turned to look at Schiller and said, "Is he a four-headed snake? Do you think that kind of old antique organization has been eliminated long ago?" Woolen cloth."

"That's the tattoo of the Ten Rings Gang. It was the Ten Rings Gang who kidnapped him."

After contacting Zoupingji again, the screams came from the intercom. The mercenary organization I was in was silenced. Who silenced me? And why silence them?

Eric turned to look at Schiller and said, "Do you regret that I killed you earlier? Huh?"

"Yes, come with you."

The rumble of thunder came from the distance, the thick dark clouds were high, and the water vapor in the air indicated that light rain was coming.

Zou Pingji was stunned.

"But you fucking want to know what the hell is going on!! Tell you!!! Or you'll go to hell and continue to annoy him!!!"

Then Zou Pingji remembered that Schiller had said later that those mercenaries were doing dirty work for the military, so there was no way they could hunt her down on behalf of the military.

Zou Pingji opened her eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "So we are all here to kidnap you?"

Schiller looked up at me and spoke. Eric raised his head and sighed and said, "It's bad. Eric is not so popular. He is the most popular party star in the world, huh?"

"This is where you were attacked for the first time!" Eric said a little less anxiously: "Did we find the broken missile? Did we bring it back?"

Eric was stunned for a moment, then shook his head as he recalled what had happened before. Schiller went up to straighten his trousers and said, "Do you remember that he asked these locals to find the missiles of Eric Group?"

With a "crash", an arm stretched out from the scrap pile. When the robot, which originally only showed half of its body, looked up, its eyes flashed with scarlet light.

"Who?" I asked in surprise.

"Shut up." Schiller squinted and looked into the car window on the other side.

When Eric took this thing, he was frightened by the strange touch. I looked up and saw that it was a piece of human skin without tattoos.

"We want his cerebellum."

Schiller and Eric pushed open the car door and got in the car, slowly running towards the side of the rock wall. Eric said as he ran: "That's the only way to get up there. Call Iron Wall No. 1 over."

Eric hammered the car window hard and said in a low voice: "He can let you know everything, which will make you feel that nothing has to do with you!"

"So who ordered us?"