Chapter 35 Chapter Thirty-Fifth: Finding the Nearest Vertigo Palace

Before long, they all sat together and wanted to discuss the next step, but they really had nothing to say.The four of them just stared at the floor without saying a word.For some reason, Thomas kept thinking about Jenson.Can going back really save Newt?He's totally against the idea of ​​going back to WICKED, but if he does, and he can complete the experiment... Minho broke through the oppressive dullness. "I want all three of you to listen to me." He stared at each of them for a long moment before continuing, "Since we escaped from WICKED, I've basically followed your idiots' final decisions Yes, and I haven’t complained, I haven’t complained much.” He smiled wryly, and looked at Thomas, “But at this moment, let me make a decision, and you all have to do what I say. If someone evades, To hell."

Thomas knew what his friend wanted to do, and he was happy to let him do it. "I know we have bigger goals," Minho went on, "we're going to hook up with the Justice Force and figure out what to do with WICKED—all that world-saving crap. But only if we find Newt Well, there's no need for an open discussion. The four of us — all of us — wherever we fly, we're going to find Newt and get him out." "They call that place the Palace of Insanity," Brenda said, and Thomas turned to see her staring blankly. Found Newt, saw he was infected, they told him to leave us a note. That's what happened, no doubt."

"Sounds very imaginative," Minho said, "Have you ever been there?" "No, every major city has a Palace of Vertigo - a place where they transport infected people to make them feel better before they get out of control. I don't know what they do with those people next, but whoever you are , probably wouldn't think it was a good place, so I can only imagine. Immune people manage there, and the pay is good, because a non-immune person would never want to risk the flare. If you want to go , we first have to take time to think about it. We've run out of ammo, so there won't be any equipment."

Despite hearing these ominous descriptions, Minho still had a gleam of hope in his eyes. "Have taken the time to think about it, do you know where the nearest palace of vertigo is?" "Yes," replied Jorge, "we've passed on the way here. It's at the end of this valley, facing the mountains to the west." Minho clapped his hands and said, "This is where we're going. Jorge, drive your shit, let's fly over there." Thomas was counting on the slightest argument or objection, but there was none. "A little adventure, I'd love to, brother," said Jorge, standing up. "We'll be there in less than twenty minutes."

Jorge's timing was accurate, and his Berg landed in a clearing at the edge of the forest, which, surprisingly, stretched all the way to the green hillside.About half of the trees were dead, and the other half looked like they had just recovered from years of horrific heat waves.The thought that one day the world might recover from the glare of the sun, only to find that it was deserted, made Thomas feel sad. He walked down the gangway and took a good look at the wall a few hundred feet away. It should be the area of ​​the palace of madness. The wall was built of thick planks.As soon as the door closest to them opened, two men, supposed to be guards, appeared with giant launchers in their hands.They looked exhausted, but wearily put on a defensive stance and aimed their weapons—they had obviously heard or seen the Bergs approaching.

"Not a good start," Jorge said. One of the guards shouted, but Thomas couldn't make out what he said. "Let's talk to them in the past, they are holding these transmitters, they should be immune." "Unless those lunatics take over this place," Minho suggested, he glanced at Thomas and grinned strangely, "We'll go in anyway, and we won't leave until we find Newt." Heads held high, a group of people walked slowly toward the gate, making sure not to make any movement that would cause them to panic, and the last thing Thomas wanted was to be hit by another launcher grenade.They got closer and it looked even worse to see the two guards up close.They were dirty, smelly, and covered in bruises and scratches.

At the door, they stopped and a guard stepped forward. "What the hell are you guys?" he asked.He has black hair and a beard, and stands several inches taller than his peers. "You don't look like one of those science nerds who come here every once in a while." Jorge was in charge of talking to them, as they had done the day they arrived at the Denver airport. "Of course you don't know we're coming, buddy. We're coming from WICKED. One of our buddies was captured and sent here by mistake. We're here to pick him up." Thomas was taken aback, but thinking about it, Jorge was basically telling the truth.

The guards seemed unimpressed. "You think I'm going to believe your crap? And your weird WICKED job? It's not the first time we've seen you smug bastards like it's your place. You want to talk to Dazzling Patient playing together? Come and be a guest, especially after recent events.” He stepped aside and made an exaggerated gesture of waving, “Enjoy your stay in the Palace of Madness. If you fall If you lose an arm or an eyeball, there is no refund or replacement.” Thomas could almost feel the gunpowder in the air, and he was worried that Minho would say something smart and make those guys fly off, so he said hastily, "What do you mean 'what happened recently'? It happened What's the matter?"

The guy shrugged and said, "This is not a happy place, that's all you need to know." He didn't say anything more. Things have turned out like this, and Thomas doesn't like it very much. "So... you know there's been a new one in the past two days..." Thomas felt that it was not good to say that the lunatic was wrong. "Has anyone been brought here? Do you have any records?" The other guard was shorter and had a shaved head. He cleared his throat, spat and said, "Who are you looking for? Is it a man or a woman?" "Male," Thomas replied, "his name is Newt. Taller than me, blond, a little long, and a little limp."

The man spat again. "I may know something, but knowing and saying it are two different things. You little kids seem to be rich, want to share with us?" With a glimmer of hope, Thomas looked back at Jorge to see his face tightened with anger. Minho didn't wait for Ruo Heat to speak, and said, "We are rich, you stinky face, tell us first, where are our friends?" The guard pointed at them with the launcher even more viciously. "Take out your cash card, or you won't be able to talk about it. I want at least a thousand." "He has as much as you want," Minho said, pointing his fingers at Jorge, his eyes scanning the guards, "greedy guy."

Jorge drew his card and waved it in the air. "You can kill me to get this thing, and you know it's useless without my fingerprints. You'll get your money, buddy, show us the way now." "Well then," said the man, "come with me. Remember, if you have the misfortune to meet a demented man who loses a part of his body, I strongly advise you to leave that part alone and run as fast as you can. .Unless, of course, it's a leg." He turned and stepped, through the open door, and entered.