"The conditions are terrible. It's actually a double room. Whoa, this brother's dressed pretty retro."
Wade raised a hand and waved away the floating dust in front of him. He saw Loki dressed in a bizarre outfit, but didn't think much of it.
Where was this? A psychiatric hospital. Seeing someone in robes here was perfectly normal.
"Cough, cough, this is my brother." Thor coughed as he climbed to his feet, then went over to help Loki up and check whether he was hurt. "I didn't expect you to save me again. Thank you, Wade."
Wade sighed inwardly. Thor had said before that his father thought the second son was very smart. Well? He had ended up in a psychiatric hospital. How could he possibly be any better than Thor?
This whole family had to be insane, but who cared? All Wade knew was that getting Thor back meant getting seventy thousand dollars back.
"Forget that. Let's move. The police will be here soon."
Wade stepped aside, revealing the wilderness beneath the night sky behind him.
This psychiatric hospital was located in the suburbs. The police definitely couldn't arrive in under twenty minutes. But that was what he said—what, were psychiatric patients going to argue with him?
The evening breeze gradually scattered the dust. Screams and manic laughter could be heard from the hospital corridors. To the patients, the bomb had been like an alarm clock, and many of them had begun having episodes.
A full moon hung in the sky. The air was warm and dry, and stars glittered overhead. Everything tasted of freedom.
Thor didn't think too much about it. He hoisted the still-dizzy Loki over his shoulder and ducked through the hole Wade had blasted open.
They weren't the only ones who had been released. Wade had