HLM -Chapter 1205 Sweet Guy

Little girls need proper guidance, and Eva could handle that. Wang Bo put on his police uniform, strapped on his badge, and, along with the equally decked-out Atulu and Uncle Bing, set off for Wellington.

Wellington and Auckland were preparing to open flights to Sunset Town. Since there were many tourists, it was a lucrative route, and several airlines were interested. The only hurdle was route approval. Once approved, national carriers and other companies would begin flights. That would make trips from Wang Bo to Wellington and Auckland much easier—just a proper flight, taking only about an hour, even more convenient than going to Auckland city.

The helicopter was left for Eva, so they took a coach to Wellington. It was Wang Bo’s first time in a long while riding a bus, and he found it surprisingly comfortable.

Upon arriving in Wellington, they couldn’t head straight to the police academy—they first had to go to the airport. The academy had arranged a bus there, and everyone would take it together to the school. The distance from their bus station to the academy was much shorter than the trip to the airport.

The academy’s bus was conspicuously parked at the lot’s exit. Atulu hoisted his bag and boarded. Wang Bo, full of irritation, muttered, “Fuck, who the hell thought of this? Why not just go straight to the school to register? Now I’ve had to travel all this way!”

A large Maori man blocked his view, so he couldn’t see anyone, assuming he was alone. The moment Wang Bo finished speaking, Atulu quickly saluted and said, “Sir, our boss means no disrespect. He was just expressing a habitual complaint—he isn’t questioning the academy’s arrangements.”

At that moment, Wang Bo got on the bus and noticed a thirty-something police officer sitting in the front row, glaring at him. The officer had no shoulder insignia and wore a stern expression.

Wang Bo panicked. What? Instructor personally coming to pick up students? And what does “habitual complaint” mean? Instructor is usually such a positive, upright guy.

There was no time to explain. Wang Bo saluted and, seeing the instructor remain silent, slunk to the back and sat down.

Atulu leaned over and whispered, “Boss, as the saying goes in Chinese, ‘Better not owe favors than bite the hand that feeds.’ To avoid future trouble, should we approach him?”

Wang Bo rummaged through his bag. The academy provided food and drink, so he grabbed some coffee and tea to offer. He ended up giving the officer a bottle of coffee.

“Sir, this coffee is from my friend in Brazil. It’s really good—please try it,” Wang Bo said with a flattering smile.

The officer accepted it seriously and said, “Thank you,” then fell silent.

Wang Bo blinked. What does this mean? Did he think the gift was inadequate? Well, since he accepted it, there should be no problem. If anyone tried to mess with him later, the officer could report it to the commissioner.

Other trainee officers on the bus either read or scrolled their phones, no one speaking. Wang Bo took out his phone to report to Eva. Just then, the officer who had received the coffee approached and handed him a pack of sausages.

“Sir, these are beef sausages I brought back from Afghanistan. You should try them too.”

Wang Bo and the others were stunned. He instinctively took the sausages and asked, “Aren’t you an academy instructor?”

The officer shook his head. “Huh? Of course not. I’m Sweet Guy—Luchi. I just got accepted into Wellington Police and am here for training.”

Wang Bo was frustrated. “You’re a trainee like me? Then why no shoulder insignia? And why were you glaring at me so seriously just now?”

Atulu relaxed. “Phew, good—it’s a relief he’s not an instructor. A misunderstanding is better than angering an actual instructor.”

Indeed. Unfortunately, that bottle of coffee was from Williams, a wealthy second-generation friend—it was top-notch coffee.

Sweet Guy, here to make friends, sat down beside them with his luggage.

Wang Bo curiously asked, “Sweet Guy—is that your real name or a nickname?”

Sweet Guy smiled wryly. “Many ask that. It’s my real name, though the pronunciation differs—‘sweatmon,’ or ‘Sweitman.’ Of course, you can call me Sweet Guy. In the army, everyone called me that.”

“You were in the military?” Atulu asked.

Sweet Guy nodded. “Yes, I enlisted six years ago. Last year, I served six months in Afghanistan as a field medic with a patrol team. Now I’m retired and want to be a police officer.”

Wang Bo said, “That’s great. At least you have an edge in combat and shooting—and battlefield first aid knowledge too.”

Father Bing examined him closely. “Oh, you’ve been awarded medals, right? I’ve read the reports.”

Sweet Guy’s stern expression finally vanished, replaced by a proud chuckle. “Not a big deal. Haha, our squad ran into a local faction in Herat. We were ambushed, and four of my brothers were injured. I was scared but couldn’t leave them outside, so I dragged them indoors. God protected them—and me—from bullets flying overhead. I administered first aid to all four of them.”

He shrugged. “The army and parliament awarded me a medal. Also, since I wanted to join the police, they recommended me directly—no exam required.”

Wang Bo said, “That’s excellent.”

Sweet Guy asked, “Guys, is the exam difficult? I regret missing the chance. I love exams, challenges, and showing what I can do.”

Wang Bo looked at the others. “Is it hard?”

“No idea, we didn’t take it,” Atulu replied. “Boss, what are you thinking? We were just assigned for training—we’ve been cops for four or five years!”

Wang Bo said, “Right, we’re already police officers.” He flashed his badge—still a sergeant.

Sweet Guy was talkative but friendly and honest. Wang Bo was curious, “Why were you so serious earlier? It doesn’t match your personality.”

Sweet Guy sighed. “In Afghanistan, you have to be serious. If you joke around, the local scum won’t fear you!”

As they chatted, more trainees boarded, filling the bus. The bus departed, heading along the airport road toward Wellington.

Someone asked, “Sir, shouldn’t we take attendance? What if someone’s missing?”

The instructor in the driver’s seat barked, “Anyone missing can just turn back!”

Hearing this, Wang Bo realized this training wouldn’t be easy.