HLM -Chapter 1151 Militia

Sheriff Smith arrived with a large group of police officers.

Wang Bo knew why they had come so late. These guys were scared of dying—they had actually gone to a nearby New Zealand army base near Oamaru to borrow military-grade bulletproof vests and helmets before daring to continue the pursuit.

The arriving officers, including Sheriff Smith, were armed to the teeth. Aside from the bulletproof vests and helmets, they even had ballistic masks, and even the military dogs were wearing bulletproof vests!

Their weapons were equally formidable. In addition to police shotguns and semi-automatic rifles, some rifles were equipped with grenade launchers, and several officers had flashbangs and smoke grenades hanging from their waists. They looked ready to march into a battlefield.

Looking at the six crouching and two lying down robbers, the rushing officers formed a circle around them, their expressions filled with astonishment.

Sheriff Smith pushed past a few officers and walked in, then asked Wang Bo in surprise, “You caught all of them?”

Wang Bo rolled his eyes. “If there were only eight robbers, then yes, we caught them.”

Spent shell casings were scattered on the ground, their yellow-orange surfaces reflecting the sunlight, almost blindingly.

Sheriff Smith exclaimed, “My God! How did you do this? I honestly don’t know what to say. My heavens, these guys had such heavy firepower!”

Wang Bo looked for Suladi. This time, the Somali “Uncle Black” was the hero of the day. He had first suppressed the robbers and then driven away the car they had been using for cover. Even combined, the police hadn’t contributed as much as he did.

Suladi was crouched at the front of the garbage truck checking the damage. Wang Bo pointed to him, and all the officers turned their heads in unison.

Suladi was shocked and quickly waved his hands. “It’s not my doing! I didn’t harm them—I just fired to scare them and drove the car away.”

Atulu shivered, waddled over, and hugged his shoulder warmly. “My brother Suladi, how can this not be your doing? We all saw it—you’re the hero of this battle!”

“Yeah, buddy, you’re a hero,” Uncle Bing gave him a thumbs-up.

Wang Bo said, “I’ll reward you handsomely. Tell me, buddy, what reward do you want?”

“I want a pickup truck. I’ve been saving, but with my kids to feed and send to school, I haven’t been able to save much,” Suladi said happily.

Wang Bo tapped him on the chest. “The Ford F450 is a good truck. It suits you well.”

Suladi’s face lit up. “Really, boss? You’re giving me a Ford F450?”

“It’s not me—it’s the town. The town wants to give you a car to thank you for your efforts in the town’s defense just now. Of course, it’s what you deserve,” Wang Bo explained.

Sheriff Smith beside him looked puzzled. “Hey, what’s going on? What did this cleaner do to deserve credit?”

There were cameras on the police cars. Sam played the footage for everyone to watch.

Wang Bo looked along and said, “I must say, Sam, the footage is very clear, and the angle tracked well.”

Sam smiled. “Yes, I’ve been taking some risky shots.”

Wang Bo, annoyed at his smugness, snapped, “Do you think I should praise you? Shit, I just said we all shoot and charge together—why didn’t you follow my orders?”

An officer said in grievance, “Boss, their firepower was too heavy. We couldn’t stick our heads out, let alone charge.”

Wang Bo looked at Sam coldly. “So, filming the video doesn’t require sticking your head out?!”

Sam awkwardly scratched his nose.

Wang Bo roared, “You’re still a member of the AOS team—how can you behave so poorly?”

Sam replied defensively, “I’m PNT, responsible for negotiation and command. Charging into battle isn’t my expertise.”

During this battle, the police performed very poorly. Of course, Wang Bo himself didn’t do much better.

He didn’t pursue blaming his subordinates because he understood the feeling of being on a battlefield.

Bullets whizzing overhead and at your feet is a terrible feeling. Everyone has family and values their life. Except for people like Uncle Bing, who, trained in special forces, are immune to fear of casualties, New Zealand police officers are not much different from ordinary people.

In such circumstances, Suladi stood out for his courage. He was the first to rush out, without a second thought, truly disregarding the risk of death.

After watching the video, the officers applauded Suladi. The cleaner waved his hands awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable being the center of attention.

The ambulance had followed along—a feature of New Zealand armed conflicts. Ambulances accompany police vehicles, treating injured officers and criminals alike.

Sheriff Smith’s team cleaned up the aftermath. Wang Bo asked, “What happened here?”

The sheriff sighed, holding his hat. “A few days ago, Oamaru held an Oceania jewelry exhibition. Some Russian bastards tried to rob it. Luckily for you, otherwise, it would have been serious.”

Wang Bo knew about the exhibition. It was quite grand, attended by most of the world’s famous luxury brands. He had even thought of taking Eva to see it.

Suddenly, he remembered something. “Damn, there must have been a lot of reporters there, right? Why didn’t any follow?”

The sheriff replied, “They didn’t dare. These eight guys were desperate criminals. They opened fire when entering the venue, injuring people. So the reporters didn’t accompany them.”

Wang Bo understood. Even New Zealand journalists aren’t people who risk their lives for big news. People in this country seem to really value their lives.

But reporters are clever. They stay in contact with the police. When they learned the eight robbers were caught, they rushed to the scene.

The crashed vehicles and spent shells couldn’t be moved—they were photographed as evidence.

The robbers would either be sent to the police station or hospital. Those hit by Suladi were in life-threatening condition and were first sent to Sunset Town Hospital, then to Dunedin for further treatment.

On the way back, Wang Bo asked Suladi, “Buddy, I saw you handle a gun pretty skillfully. Have you used one before?”

He realized this afterward. Uncle Bing had mentioned that Suladi’s controlled bursts were very experienced. He had targeted potential openings where robbers might peek out—something not just anyone could do.

Suladi rubbed his hands and said, “Back in Somalia, I was a militia. You don’t know, Mayor, it was like hell there. We fought regular armies, rebels, bandits—even each other.”

Wang Bo was shocked. “Ah?”

Suladi gave a bitter smile. “Really. Whether government forces or rebels, they were no different from bandits. To protect your family, you had to fight.”