The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 182 Torture from the Mentally Abnormal
In some ways, social media is a bit like celebrities. They are not afraid of heated debates on the topic, but they are afraid of no one paying attention.

Under Hawke's deliberate instigation, the men and women started quarreling, and the topic soon shifted away from the Hawke incident itself and quickly developed in the direction of confrontation between men and women.

The war of words spread from Twitter to the North American Internet, with many print media also joining in.

Even some European media outlets were caught up in the action.

In real life, it may not be very obvious.

But Twitter became a battlefield for both sides. A large number of people rushed to Twitter to register, joined one of the camps, and started fighting with the other side.

As we all know, there is no winner or loser in online debates, and one group of argumentative people cannot defeat another group of argumentative people.

There is also a group of people who don’t speak much after registering, but they enjoy watching the show.

The biggest beneficiary of this debate between men and women is only one company: Twitter.

Twitter took the opportunity to launch a Spanish version for all Spanish-speaking markets.

Including Spain in Europe and Latin America from Mexico to the south, all are included in Twitter's territory.

The latter belongs to America's back garden.

However, in just a few days, Twitter's global user base increased by more than 300 million.

Twitter has nearly 2500 million users worldwide.

Caroline called Hawke from Australia and said that because of these hot topics, her promotion work saved a lot of trouble and she successfully signed contracts with telecom operators in Australia and New Zealand.

She almost sang "Sheep Song" for Hawke on the phone.

Hawke is going to work with Brian to deal with the bastard hiding behind the scenes, and the company needs someone to take charge.

He said on the phone: "When you finish your work over there, come back immediately."

Caroline immediately said, "I'll have someone book a plane ticket now."

Hawke turned on the PUA mode again: "Ms. Baa, the company can't live without you."

Caroline wanted to turn into a flying goat and fly directly back to Los Angeles: "I'll go book the nearest flight."

In the afternoon, Erica called and asked Hawke to go to St. Mary's Psychiatric Therapy Center with her. She had someone set up a good show.

Hawke has been waiting for the scene designed by Erica these days so that he can find out who is behind Bella.

Bella Sean is temporarily detained there because of mental problems. The LAPD temporarily refuses her bail on the grounds that she may endanger herself and public safety and must undergo a mental evaluation.

Tonight, two medical experts in the field will conduct a psychiatric evaluation on Bella Sean.

When Hawke came out of the company, Erica's Mercedes-Benz G was already waiting at the entrance of the office building.

Hawke went out and got in the car and asked, "Can I watch it live?"

Erica drove onto Pacific Coast Boulevard and said, "It is your legitimate right to have the client or his lawyer supervise and observe. I have completed the formalities for you."

"Brian is going too?" Hawke was a little worried. "He is the leader of the cursed sect and has a bad mouth. I'm worried that if he says something there, the patients in the mental treatment center will riot."

Erica said, "Brian is your lawyer. I called him."

Hawke asked, "Did you bring your rifle?"

Erica pointed to the back: "The gun bag is over there in the back seat."

Hawke went to get the gun bag just in case: "It's best to take it with you when you get off the car."

Erica thought of the blessing that bastard Brian had given earlier, and felt that it would be safer to carry a spear.

Hawke opened the gun bag and found a tactical vest, an AR-15, a shotgun, magazines and a bandolier.

He checked them one by one to make sure they were ready for use.

The car drove for more than forty minutes and finally stopped in front of an old building with an electric fence.

There are electric fences on top of the tall walls, and watchtowers are erected near the sturdy iron gates. All the guards are armed and their uniforms clearly show they are not from the LAPD.

Hawke looked around for a moment and said, "Their uniforms look a bit strange."

Erica parked the car in the parking lot in front of the door and replied, "Originally, this place was managed by the Los Angeles City Hall, but the number of prisoners... criminals with mental illnesses is increasing. According to the law, these people cannot be locked up with ordinary prisoners and can only be locked up here. As a result, the expenditure is increasing every year. The City Hall simply outsourced the St. Mary's Physical Therapy Center to a private organization."

Hawke has this impression: "A lot of prisons are outsourced, too."

"Yes, some prisons in California have also been outsourced." Erica said simply: "On the one hand, the number of criminals is increasing, expenses are constantly increasing, and finances are tight. On the other hand, many states, including California, rarely impose the death penalty, and even if they are sentenced, it is difficult to execute them. The number of serious criminals is also increasing. According to regulations, these serious criminals need to be held in solitary confinement, which is more expensive."

Hawke asked, "What tricks have you planned? You never tell me."

"An accident, a little surprise." Erica has been busy with this matter these days: "A scene that can make Bella Sean speak."

Several cars drove over and several LAPD officers, including Julian, got out.

Brian Crow's Mouth got out of one of the Mercedes Benzes.

Hawke and Erica also got out of the car. Erica put on her gun bag and followed Hawke and Brian, walking towards the gate together.

After everyone showed their credentials, Vice President Nathan let them in through the gate.

Julian always carries a gun with him.

Erica showed her police ID, and the people here took a look at the gun in the bag and didn't say anything.

Nathan asked someone to lead the way, and he came to Erica and whispered a few words.

Erica nodded: "Don't use real prisoners."

“No.” Nathan smiled. “They stay here all year round, guarding those mentally ill people every day, so they know how to act.”

Erica lowered her voice and said, "The work is done, and someone will send the rest to you."

Hawke heard it too, but Erica had arranged it, so he didn't ask any more questions.

They turned into a corridor and walked towards the inpatient area. There was an iron door every few steps.

The tight security reminded Hawke of the movie "Terminator 2".

The mental hospital where Sarah Connor is located is no different.

Erica and he had a tacit understanding. She seemed to have guessed what Hawke was thinking and whispered, "Part of the scenes of Terminator 2 were shot here."

Brian automatically replied, "Why, after listening to you, I feel like I've switched from a horror movie to a science fiction movie."

Hearing that it was both a horror movie and a science fiction movie, Hawke warned solemnly: "Speak less and don't mention any nonsense."

Brian protested: "I just said it was a bit like a horror movie..."

"You can shut up now." Hawke said very seriously: "From now on, you only need to wear glasses and forget that you have a mouth."

Brian understood what Hawke meant, so how could he keep quiet? "You two bastards, stop accusing people."

He opened his mouth and was about to use his ultimate move: "This place is heavily guarded, how could an accident happen..."

Before he could finish his words, Brian felt something hard pressing against his waist, and he quickly shut up.

Looking down, he saw it was Hawke's finger and breathed a sigh of relief.

The group came to the evaluation room and entered the adjacent observation room. The two rooms were separated by one-way glass, and every move in the evaluation room could be seen from the observation room.

Two professionals who are assessing Bella Sean's mental condition are on their way.

Blaine pointed to his mouth.

Hawke reminded, "Speak seriously."

Brian whispered, "If the mental evaluation shows no problems, Bella Sean can be released on bail, but her activities will be restricted and she cannot leave Los Angeles. With what she has done, I am sure she will be convicted of false accusation and sentenced to more than a year in prison."

Hawke frowned, "Only a year?"

"She's a woman." Brian didn't have a good idea: "Women are more likely to win sympathy and receive preferential treatment, and the same is true in court."

Hawke looked at the others and lowered his voice: "Which is more suitable, the women's prison or St. Mary's Physical Therapy Center?"

Brian said: "If a normal person is locked up here for a long time, they will have mental problems, and some are very serious."

Hawke never showed sympathy to his enemies. He said, "Then find a way to let her stay here for a while longer."

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Inpatient area, criminal detention area.

It was getting dark and the lights were not turned on yet. Bella Sean, who had been living here for several days, was extremely nervous.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep since she came here.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came from the wall separating each room.

The bastard next door is scratching the cement wall with his fingernails again.

The sound was not loud, but it made the hair on the body stand up and was unbearable.

Clang! Clang——

In the other room next door, he started banging his head against the iron gate. He banged it in a very rhythmic manner but without much force, so he wouldn't get hurt and the sound could be heard far away.

Combined with the sound of nails scratching the wall on the other side, it sounded like one was beating a drum and the other was playing the violin.

Still the worst kind.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the iron door from the opposite side.

Only then did Bella realize that there was a new resident living opposite her.

The man waved his finger at her across two iron doors and the corridor.

Bella wanted to communicate with a normal person, so she walked over step by step and found that the person opposite her was very clean, well-dressed, and looked very much like a normal person.

The man asked, "Beauty, why are you locked up here?"

Bella saw that he was speaking and acting normal, so she said, "LAPD said I'm mentally ill and have a serious tendency to self-harm..."

"Self-mutilation?" The man was quite curious: "Where did you cut off?"

He suddenly turned sideways and pulled up his clothes: "Like me?"

Bella discovered that the man had a huge scar on his waist, which was as hideous as a centipede.

But having injuries on the body is better than having holes in the head, so she asked, "Do you also hurt yourself?"

The man chuckled and said, "I like to eat animal organs, but the food here is too bad and they don't provide any. So I found an opportunity to get a knife, dug it out and ate it."

Bella stepped back unconsciously after hearing these words.

The sound of nails being scraped became even sharper. The man next door crawled to the door and scraped the iron gate bars, saying, "I saw you being taken away, and when you came back you were in such a mess."

But the man said, "What can a blind man see?"

The nails stopped and a voice spoke: "I was not blind before."

Bella graduated from Stanford and worked in Silicon Valley. She is a senior white-collar worker. If someone hadn't caught her with a fatal handle, she would never have come to Los Angeles.

After these few days, she found that reality was completely different from what she had imagined. This kind of place was not a place for human beings to stay.

The sound suddenly stopped at this time, footsteps were heard, and several guards came to the door with two strong female nurses.

They opened the door, handcuffed Bella, and marched her out, quickly into the assessment room.

The nurse locked Bella in an iron chair and locked it.

(End of this chapter)