Chapter 11 Chapter 11 The struggle ended in failure

Without hesitation, Thomas threw his elbow back, hitting the guard behind him in the face, and at the same time kicked the guard in front of him in the knee.Both guards fell to the ground, extremely shocked, but recovered quickly.Out of the corner of Thomas' eye Thomas saw Newt knocking one guard to the ground while Minho beat another.But the fifth guard, the woman, was not shot, and was now raising her launcher. Thomas rushed over and slammed the end of the launcher into the ceiling before she could pull the trigger, but she swung it back and slammed it into the side of his head.His cheeks and jaw suddenly hurt sharply, he lost his balance, his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground.He tried to push himself up on his hands, but something heavy landed on his back, slamming him against the hard tile, pushing almost all the breath out of his lungs.One knee pressed against his spine, and a solid piece of metal pressed against his head.

"Order!" the woman yelled, "AD Jenson, give me an order! I'm going to smash his brains out." Thomas couldn't see anyone else, but the fighting had stopped.He knew that this meant their rebellion was over, that all three were subdued within a minute, and his heart ached with despair. "What are you guys trying to do!" Jenson yelled behind Thomas, and Thomas could imagine the fury on that man's cunning face, "You really think the three of you... little hairy kids can beat five fully armed Your guards? You little kids should be geniuses, not idiots... Whimsical rebels, maybe the Flare virus has really entered your brains!"

"Shut up!" Thomas heard Newt scream, "Shut up your..." Something stopped him, and Thomas shuddered at the thought of the guards hurting Newt, and the woman pressed the weapon harder against Thomas's head. "You...don't even think about it." She whispered in his ear. "Pull them up!" Jason roared, "Pull them up!" The guard pulled Thomas by the back of his shirt, pulled him up, and put the muzzle of the launcher to his head.Newt and Minho were also at the gunpoint of the launcher, and the two remaining guards aimed their weapons at the three Gladiators.

Jason's face flushed red. "It's ridiculous! We will never allow this to happen again," he said around Thomas. "I'm just a kid," Thomas said, surprising even himself. "What did you say?" Jason asked. Thomas stared at the Ratman: "I'm a kid, and they brainwashed me to do these things—to help." Since his memory began to come back, since he began to be able to connect many nodes, this matter It is slowly eating away at him. "I wasn't there at first," said Jenson in a deadpan tone, "but after the original creators were purged, you yourself allowed me to do so. And, you should know, I've never seen anything as active as yours. Yes, whether it's a child or an adult."

"I don't care if you are..." "Enough!" Jenson yelled, "Let's do it for him first," he motioned to one of the guards, "call a nurse over here. Brenda's in there, and she's been insisting on coming to help. If she comes as a technician, He might be easier to deal with. Get the others into the waiting room and I'll deal with them one by one. I have another thing to check, so I'll see you there." Thomas was so distraught that he didn't even notice Brenda's name.Another guard joined in, and the guard behind him grabbed one of his arms.

"I won't let you get away with it!" Thomas screamed almost hysterically, terrified at the thought of knowing who he was before, "You're not going to put that thing in my face!" Jansen ignored him and said directly to the guard, "Make sure to let her calm him down." Then he walked away. Two guards dragged Thomas to the door. His legs dragged behind him, and he struggled desperately to free his arms, but their hands held him like steel manacles, and he finally gave up to save his life. energy.He suddenly realizes that the fight is doomed and that his only hope is Brenda.

Brenda stood beside a bed at the end of the room, expressionless.Thomas stared into her eyes, but couldn't decipher any information. The guard who captured him dragged him into the room. He really didn't understand why Brenda was there to help WICKED do these things. "Why are you serving them?" His voice sounded very weak. The guard turned him around a few times. "You'd better keep your mouth shut," Brenda replied. "You've got to trust me like you did back in Scorched Earth, and that's the best." He couldn't see her, but there seemed to be some message in the voice.It sounded warm despite what she said, would she be on his side?

The guard dragged Thomas to the last bed, and then the female soldier let him go, but the transmitter was still aimed at him, and another guard pushed Thomas to the edge of the mattress. "Lie down," said the guard. "No." Thomas growled. The guard turned sharply and slapped him across the face. "Lie down! Quick!" "no way." The man grabbed Thomas by the shoulders, lifted him, and threw him hard onto the mattress. "This has to be done, so you better stop resisting!" The metal mask full of wires and pipes hung over his head like a huge spider, suffocating him.

"Don't you even try to put that thing in my face." Thomas's heart was beating hard now, and the sense of cornered terror that was overwhelming him was beginning to take away his composure, making it impossible for him to find a way out. The male guard grabbed both of Thomas' wrists and leaned over with all his strength, pressing him firmly against the mattress to make sure Thomas couldn't break free. "Sedate him!" Thomas forced himself to be quiet, trying to gather strength for the final escape.Seeing Brenda almost broke his heart: he hadn't even realized how close he was to her.If she helps them to force him to do these things, it means she is also the enemy, and it feels sad to think about it.

"Please, Brenda," he said, "don't do it, don't make them do it." She approached him and gently stroked his shoulder: "Everything will be fine, not everyone wants to torture you, and you will thank me for what I'm going to do next. Now, don't howl and relax." He couldn't understand what she meant anyway: "That's it? Don't think about everything that happened in the Scorched Earth area? How many times did we almost die together in that city? We went through so much, and you actually Abandon me like this?" "Thomas..." she broke off, making no secret of her frustration. "That's my job."

"I was telepathic with you! You warned me that things were going to get worse. Please tell me you're not on their side!" "When we came out of the Scorched Earth and came back to headquarters, I went into the telepathic system because I wanted to warn you and prepare you. I never expected that we would be friends in that hell." In a way, hearing her say she felt that way made things easier to deal with, and now, he really couldn't help himself. "Are you infected with the Flare?" he asked. She replied hastily, "I was doing business, and Jorge and I are both immune, and we've known this for a long time, so they're using us, now please be quiet." Her eyes turned to the guard. "Get started!" the male guard suddenly yelled. Brenda gave the guard a cold look and said nothing.Then she stared at Thomas and gave him a slight wink, surprising him. "After I sedate you, you'll be falling asleep within seconds, you understand?" She emphasized the last words, blinking slightly again.Fortunately, those two guards were focused on their prisoner and not her. Thomas was bewildered, but hope filled her body, and she had a plan. Brenda went to the counter behind her and began to prepare what she needed. The guard continued to exert all his strength and leaned on Thomas' wrist, blocking the blood from him.Sweat was beading on the man's brow, but apparently he would only let go once Thomas passed out.The female guard was standing next to him, the transmitter aimed at Thomas' face. Brenda turned around, holding the syringe in her hand, with the needle pointing upwards, pressing the syringe with her thumb, and a pale yellow liquid could be seen inside. "Okay, Thomas. We'll be done with the shots soon, are you ready?" He nodded at her, not sure what she meant, but determined to be ready. "Well," she replied, "you'd better be ready."