Chapter 26 Chapter 26: A Warm Hearted Person

Brenda stood up. "Let's go, let's go now, come on." Jorge and Minho also stood up, and Thomas followed at the same time, finally realizing that Brenda was right.The current priority is to find Hans and let Hans take out the brain tracking device.Also, if those people were after Hans, they had to get to him first. "Gary, can you swear that everything you say is true?" "No lie," said the Glader, standing motionless on the floor. "The Righteous Forces are about to make a move. They're already making plans as we speak. They need information from WICKED, but there are Who better to help us than you? It would be great if we could still find Teresa and the others, we need every heart."

Thomas decides to trust Gary, and maybe neither of them likes the other, but they have a common enemy, so they stand on the same side. "If I were to join you, what would it be?" Thomas finally asked him. "Shall we come back here, or go somewhere else?" Gary smiled and said, "Come back here, wait another week, around nine o'clock. I should be here, and I don't think we'll do anything until then." "Action?" Thomas was curious. "I've said enough, come back if you want to know more, I will wait for you here then." Thomas nodded, then held out his hand, and Gary took it.

"I don't blame you for anything," Thomas said. "You saw what I did for WICKED when you went through the pain, and I didn't believe in myself, and I knew you didn't want to kill Chuck. Just Every time we meet, don't even think about hugging me." "I think so." When he turned to go out, Brenda was already waiting for him at the door.Before Thomas left, Gary squeezed his elbow and said, "Time is running out, but we can still do something." "We'll be back," Thomas said, and followed his friends out.He is no longer afraid of the unknowable future, and his heart is full of hope.

They went to Hans the next day. Jorge let everyone buy some food and clothing, and stayed in a cheap motel.Then Thomas and Minho used the computer in the room to search the Internet, and Jorge and Brenda made dozens of phone calls. Thomas had never heard of those people.After hours of tossing around, they finally found an address through what Jorge called "the friend of the friend of the enemy's enemy."It was very late after finishing, everyone fell asleep, Thomas and Minho fell asleep directly on the floor, and the other two slept on bunk beds. Waking up the next morning, they washed, ate and drank, and put on new clothes.They hailed a taxi and drove straight to what they said was Hans's residence—a slightly nicer apartment building than Gary's.They climbed to the fourth floor and knocked on the gray iron door.The lady who answered the door insisted that she had never heard Hans' name, but Jorge continued to pester her.Then a gray man with a broad jaw poked his head over the woman's shoulder.

"Let them in," he said hoarsely. About a minute later, Thomas and three of his friends were sitting at a rickety table in the kitchen, all staring at the gruff-tongued stranger named Hans. "It's good to see you're all right, Brenda," he said, "and you, Jorge, but I'm not in the mood for riddles. Why don't you just tell me what the hell you're up to?" "I think you should know the main reason we're here," Brenda answered him, before nodding at Thomas and Minho, "but we also just heard that WICKED had a big bounty on your head. Let's hurry up Now, you have to get out of here immediately."

Hans didn't seem to care much about the last sentence, and looked at his two potential customers at the same time and said, "You still have implants in your brain, don't you?" Thomas nodded, nervous but determined to overcome the difficulty. "I just want to take out the control device, I don't want to restore the memory. Also, I want to know how this thing works." Hans frowned, showing disgust. "What nonsense! Brenda, what kind of soft-boned coward have you brought to me!" "I'm not a coward," Thomas said without waiting for Brenda's answer, "I just have too many people on my mind."

Hans raised his hand, then patted the table and said, "Who said I'd mess with your brains? Did you think I'd like you to do that?" "Are there any good people in Denver?" Minho muttered. "In less than three minutes, you people will be thrown out of this apartment by me." "Everyone shut up, please?" Brenda yelled. She leaned towards Hans and lowered her voice. "Listen, this is very important. Thomas is very important, and WICKED will do everything possible to catch him." To him. We can't take that risk and let them get close to us to control him or Minho."

Hans stared at Thomas, examining him like a scientist examining a species. "It doesn't seem important to me." He shook his head and stood up, "Give me five minutes to get ready." After speaking, he disappeared into a side door without explaining anything.Thomas could only wonder if the man recognized him, if he knew what Thomas had done for WICKED before he went to the maze. Brenda sat back in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it's not particularly bad." Yeah, Thomas thought, something bad is about to happen.Hans was going to help him, he was relieved, but he looked around, feeling more and more nervous that he was about to let a stranger mess with his head in this dingy apartment.

Minho snickered and said, "Tommy, you look scared." "Don't forget, brother," Jorge said, "you're going to do it too. The gray-haired old man said five minutes, so get ready." "The sooner the better." Minho answered him. Thomas rested his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands—already throbbing. "Thomas?" Brenda asked softly. "Are you all right?" He looked up and said, "I just want to..." The words were stuck in his throat, and he felt an unbearable pain in his back as if someone had been stabbed.But the pain came and went quickly.Startled, he sat down on the chair, and then a spasm hit him, his arms straightened and his legs kicked, twisting his body, and he slid out of the chair and fell to the floor, all body trembling.His back slammed against the hard tile, and he screamed in pain, trying desperately to control his recalcitrant limbs, but he couldn't.His feet slapped the floor, his shins kicked the table legs.

"Thomas!" Brenda yelled. "What's wrong with you?" Although the body is out of control, Thomas' mind is still clear.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Minho beside him, squatting on the ground, trying to calm him down; Jorge froze there with his eyes wide open, motionless. Thomas tried to speak, but all he could do was foam. "Can you hear me?" Brenda yelled, bending over. "Thomas, what's wrong?" Then his limbs suddenly became stiff, his thighs straightened and stopped moving, his arms fell down feebly, and he couldn't move.He tried his best, but to no avail.He wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word.

Brenda's expression changed, almost to fear. "Thomas?" He didn't know how, but his body started to move forward, although he didn't let himself do it.His arms and thighs moved, and he stood up.He was literally a puppet.He wanted to scream, but couldn't. "Are you okay?" Minho asked. Thomas panicked when he found that he could not control his will and limbs.His head twitched, then turned, looking at the door through which the owner of the apartment had disappeared.Words began to flow from his mouth, but he didn't know where they came from. "I won't...let you...do this."