I want to be a warlord

Chapter 125 The Journey of Mental Illness

Time back to half a month ago.

Frank was excited when he first arrived at the mental hospital. He didn't expect that 8 dollars would release him from that damned prison. He was rescued from this sea of ​​suffering.

The mental hospital arranged for him a double room, no TV, no mobile phone, not even a radio, and only a mental patient nagging all day long, the worst thing is not this.

I can imagine that a person suddenly sat up from the bed in the middle of the night, giggling and laughing endlessly, sitting on the boat, looking at the dark window... chatting, God! !
Who can stand this!

Frank has been on the battlefield and killed people, but he can't stand doing it in the middle of the night.

It made him nervous in one day, and he was furious in two days.

There is a saying, if you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore!

On the third night, Frank beat up the psychopath. After being beaten up, he didn't cry or cry, just watched Frange giggle...

Frank went crazy.

The doctor judged that Frank was relatively aggressive, and changed him to a private room, but there were still chains on his hands and feet.

No TV, no cell phone, no radio, nothing to do, no door to go out, no one to talk to, worse than a fucking prison.

After suffering for a week, Frank felt that he was really depressed.

Damn Falk, damn Derek, damn Wang, where are you, save the child!
His hero didn't come to rescue him, and he was mad. Frank told the doctor more than once that he was not mentally ill, it was a lie, I want to go back to prison, I don't want to stay in this ghost place!

From kind words to yelling, from physical threats to begging, the spirit gradually collapsed.

Doctor: "Increase the dose, the situation is getting worse!"

Not only that, but Frank was also put on a restraint belt, and now he can't move at all. There is a basin under the stool and a pipe for urinating.

""Let go of me, I'm not sick, you lunatics, wow hahahaha, lunatics, you are the lunatics!

"Continue to increase the dose, the patient is very aggressive!" said the doctor.

Then, Frank had no reaction to someone coming in, collapsed, destroyed, and completely gave up.

The evaluation given by the doctor is, "The patient has a tendency to self-destruct, and his ability to move must be controlled and his actions continue to be restrained."

So much so that when Wang Zhen saw Frank who was tied to the bed with a restraint belt, he was stunned. What's going on?
Also, why didn't this guy respond?

Isn't it dead?
Walking in, bowing his head, confirming that it was Frank, Wang Zhen took off his mask and said in a low voice, "Frank, what's wrong with you?"

The call in his ear brought Frank back to his senses, his pupils refocused, and the face of the colorful hero who said he was going to rescue him from prison appeared in front of him.

Blinking, in disbelief, I reached out to rub my eyes but found that I couldn't even move my hands.

"Wang... woo woo woo..."

The shrill voice was only half shouted, and Wang Zhen covered his mouth.

"Shh, keep your voice down, why did you act like this?" Wang Zhen couldn't understand, and was greatly shocked.

"I..." With just one word, Frank burst into tears.

That expression makes anyone sad to see it.

"Okay, time is tight, let's go out and talk, listen to me." Without delay, Wang Zhen untied the restraint belt, and the donkey next to him took off his white coat.

"Put it on." Wang Zhen said something, then pulled out the rope and shook it, tying the donkey up.

Turning his head, he found that Frank was still holding the white coat in a daze. Wang Zhen suddenly became anxious, "If you put it on, why are you in a daze? Are you really mentally ill?"

"Ah, oh oh, he..." Frank raised his chin to signal the donkey while wearing the clothes.

Wang Zhen tore off the donkey hat and mask and threw it to Frank.

"Mountbatten!" Frank was shocked.

The donkey nodded to Frank, sat on the ground with his hands behind his back, and asked twitchingly, "Are you sure you're okay."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Zhen waved his hand.

"Now you are Doctor Mandela." Wang Zhen pointed to Frank's job badge, "Let's go."

As he spoke, he gave Frank a slight push.

He walked out generously, but the policeman at the door just glanced at him and ignored him.

Patient is trapped in restraints, what can be the problem.

The two entered the elevator, pressed the first floor, and the elevator door closed. Frank was nervous and excited, and his chest kept rising and falling.

To be honest, he had never been so nervous when he came out of prison.

Damn, the mental hospital is really terrible!

No wonder many horror movies in the United States use mental hospitals as scenes.

Art comes from life!

Go downstairs, go to the bathroom, take off the white coat, change your body and walk out of the hospital.

When he got to the parking lot and opened the car door, Frank saw the poet at a glance, shaking with excitement...

Hit him with one punch!

"Why did I think you guys forgot about me and stopped coming!"

With that said, tears came down.

On one side, the vehicle drove out of the hospital. On the other side, the donkey calculated that the appointed time had come, so he yelled loudly, "Help, help, Fake, the patient has escaped!"

Seeing that the policeman at the door was indifferent, the donkey suddenly panicked, "Hey, that guy at the door, are you deaf, can't you hear me, I'm Doctor Mandela, damn it, come in!"

With this shout, the policeman at the door finally felt that something was wrong. He got up, opened the door and walked in. At a glance, he saw the tightly bound donkey sitting on the ground, and there was no one on the bed.

The policeman suddenly panicked, "You...he, I..."

"Are you fucking in writing class?" The donkey yelled, "Don't worry about me, go chase someone, just get out!"

"Oh oh oh." The policeman reacted immediately, turned around and rushed out.

The situation was urgent, and he didn't pay attention to whether the donkey was really a doctor.

It wasn't until the policeman ran out that the donkey pulled off the loose buckle, struggled a few times to loosen the rope, got up and walked out Shi Shiran.

As he walked, the donkey sighed, "I'll just say, Wang is a bad guy, the kind he was born with!"

Wang Zhen told him before that once the police come in, don't give him any time to think, scold him, and then let him chase people.

People have behavioral logic, especially grassroots civil servants and soldiers, when faced with a choice, they will subconsciously choose to obey orders.

Twenty minutes later, at the agreed gathering place, the donkey wobbled from side to side and walked over with a pace that no relatives recognized.

Frank came over and gave the donkey a big hug, with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, man, I missed you countless days and nights, and I thought you guys just forgot about me!"

Wang Zhen laughed loudly, "How could I forget you, just kidding, will you forget after spending [-] dollars?"

Frank thought for a while, "No!"

The poet and the donkey turned their heads to look at Wang Zhen, their eyes full of doubts, laughing so loudly, there must be something wrong!
"You are a wanted criminal. In fact, everyone understands what's going on. As soon as you disappear from the hospital, the police will respond immediately. It will be very troublesome, so we can't rescue you so early." Wang Zhen explained solemnly: " Now the time is right, we will leave for Iraq tomorrow, there is less time for the police to react, and it is safer."

"I say so, you can understand."

Frank was stunned, and nodded in agreement, "I said, you can't forget me, you can't even imagine what it's like to pretend to be mentally ill, no wonder no one pretends to be mentally ill to escape from prison, I think I've really It's mentally ill!"

"Ahem, is that right?" Wang Zhen lowered his head and coughed softly, "Get in the car first, we will talk as we walk, today we are going across the three states, we have plenty of time for you to confide in slowly."

A group of people got into the car and started it. Frank finally found an opportunity and began to talk about what happened these days, as if he wanted to finish the words that he had held back for more than half a month.

"Those doctors are all lunatics, do you understand? He asked me how you can prove that you are not mentally ill, and you still say that you are not mentally ill." Frank, who was sitting in the co-pilot, waved his arms with an exaggerated expression, "I can only say, Well, then I'm mentally ill."

"Guess what that shitty doctor said."

"He said, you're locked up here because you're mentally ill!" Frank said with a broken face, "I'm faking his whole family!"

Three people: Hahahaha.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"

"No, we just thought of something happy."

The doctor actually knew everything, so, no matter what, Frank would be locked up there.

Talking and laughing all the way, everyone soon became familiar with each other. Wang Zhen found that Frank was indeed a very emotional person, with particularly rich body language.

……

military airfield.

Wang Zhen, the donkey, and the poet each carried a huge backpack and were queuing up to board the plane. The golden retriever came to see him off in a wheelchair.

It was still a channel for the imperial barrier, and Wang Zhen refused at first.

But after looking at the expensive air tickets and considering the benefits of carrying 2 rounds of ammunition, I decisively put aside the shame of bullshit.

Make money, not shabby.

As for Shrapnel (Frank), Wang Zhen arranged for him to take a private jet.

Yesterday, Wang Zhen called Green Booker and took the time to meet and contact him.

Now that he owns a defense company, and Green Booker specializes in being a "white glove" intermediary, the two parties will definitely cooperate in the future, and they must contact each other.

How could it be possible for Wang Zhen to let him pay back hundreds of thousands of dollars for such a life-saving favor?

After dinner, when they broke up, Wang Zhen offered to borrow Green's private jet. He didn't hide anything, and just talked about the situation of the shrapnel, and Green agreed indifferently.

As long as it is not a few famous airports in the United States, ordinary airports, private jet inspections are very lax.

In fact, it’s okay for Shrapnel and Wang Zhen to fly on a military plane, but communication is all about communication.

Sometimes asking someone for help may not mean that the other person really can't do it by themselves.

(End of this chapter)