HLM -Chapter 1206 Big Brother Atulu

Like a bolt of lightning, the bus hurtled toward the small suburban town of Sadler, where the Police Academy was located.

Because it was a town built around the Academy, the place was very safe, and the locals were simple and kind-hearted. Red-roofed, white-walled townhouses dotted the streets, greenery was well-maintained, and apart from stretches of pastures and farms, everywhere else was lush grass and blooming flowers.

The bus stopped at the Academy’s entrance, and when the doors opened, a hulking police officer wearing T-Rex sunglasses waited below. Wang Bo looked out the window and saw the officer standing with his hands in his pockets, expression cold and unyielding like a stone statue.

The cadets got off the bus one by one and automatically formed a line.

The big officer walked over with a grim face, tapping each of them on the chest with his finger, then shouted angrily:

“F*ck! Look at you sorry excuses! Damn it, why is your uniform so wrinkled? Where are your handcuffs, walkie-talkie, and baton? Did you make that belt yourself? Where’s your police belt?!”

Gerald frowned, his proud temper rising.

Wang Bo quickly grabbed him. Even a strong man must respect the local authority—this was military-style training, after all. They were rookies; this was just part of the process. Wang Bo took it in stride.

The big officer swore and shoved them around for a while. Finally, someone couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Sir, you can’t physically punish us!”

The officer removed his sunglasses, leaned in, and snarled, “Who said I’m punishing you? I’m helping you! Helping you get on the bus! Who told you idiots to get off? Huh? Who told you to get off at the gate?!”

Wang Bo was momentarily stunned. Indeed, no one told them to get off, but then why open the door? And standing there, they looked ready for inspection anyway.

They had no choice but to get back on the bus. This time, everyone looked unhappy.

The big officer climbed into the driver’s seat, and before the door could even close, he slammed the gas pedal. The bus surged forward with a roar.

“F*ck!” Wang Bo cursed. He hadn’t even sat down properly before being thrown against the seat.

Atulu was big, and with his mass, the impact threw him hard to the floor. Sweet Guy quickly reached to pull him up but couldn’t budge him.

The Academy gate opened, and the bus drove in. Inside, the roads were lined with many speed bumps, some oddly dense for no apparent reason.

The bus sped along, braking and accelerating over the bumps, tossing everyone around like rag dolls. The worst part—there were no seat belts. Wang Bo held onto the handrail to stabilize himself. Poor Atulu became like a roly-poly, spinning and bouncing around the bus.

After nearly circling the campus, the bus finally stopped in front of several small buildings.

As soon as the bus stopped, Atulu flopped back into his seat, gasping heavily. “Huff…huff…we…we survived!”

One cadet leaned over the seat and vomited—clearly motion-sick.

The big officer turned back with a grim face and cursed, “F*ck! Motion-sick and you didn’t take your meds? What’s your name? You’ll register with me later. After class tonight, you’re washing the bus!”

“What did you say?” Atulu jumped up.

This instructor had gone too far. His reckless driving caused someone to get sick; otherwise, no one else had.

The cadets were adults, all training to become police officers, capable of distinguishing right from wrong. Seeing Atulu stand up, many followed his lead.

“Why should he wash the bus? You drove like a tank; who wouldn’t get motion-sick?”

“I’m filing a complaint, instructor! If it comes to it, I’ll quit being a cop!”

“My girlfriend’s a reporter. Don’t think you can do whatever you want here…”

“Why the glare? You wanna fight? Look at our leader! His fists are bigger than your head!”

Atulu quickly waved his hands to explain, but the big instructor gave him no chance. He got out of the driver’s seat and left, slamming the bus door loudly.

The cadets immediately cheered. Sweet Guy gave Atulu a thumbs-up. “Now that’s a real tough guy!”

Wang Bo was astonished. “Buddy, when did you get so brave?”

It was normal for Atulu to have a sense of justice, but for him to actually lead the cadets in resisting the instructor’s pressure—that surprised Wang Bo.

The Māori giant looked at him anxiously. “Boss…what just happened? I wanted to ask—did you say we still have classes tonight?”

Gerald waved him off. “Don’t explain. You’re a hero now; explaining will make you a coward.”

Atulu panicked. “So…do you think I should apologize to the instructor? They won’t make my training miserable later, right?”

Wang Bo said, “Don’t worry—they wouldn’t dare. Boss, I…”

“Here, ‘boss’ is this Māori brother!” someone interrupted. “We might be leaders in our own turf, but here, there’s only one leader. That’s—you, what’s your name?”

“Atulu.”

“Atulu!”

Everyone on the bus shouted:

“Yes, Leader Atulu!”

“Big Brother Atulu, we’re with you!”

“Māori people really are born tough!”

And just like that, without fully realizing it, Atulu became the cadets’ leader.

Being the leader had its perks. Soon, one instructor assigned them dorms—six-person rooms with poor conditions.

Wang Bo inspected the room. About fifty square meters, with a big wardrobe, computer desk, water dispenser, bookshelf, and single beds.

The beds were small, like college bunk beds but only single-layered. Atulu, being so large, couldn’t fit. Two cadets pushed together two beds for him. “Big Brother Atulu, just make do with this.”

The Māori giant smiled warmly. “This is great! Thank you so much.”

So now he had the perk of sleeping in a bed meant for two.

Wang Bo and the Bing father-son duo occupied other beds, leaving one free. Sweet Guy moved in there.

The room had six desks. Wang Bo picked one and placed photos of Eva and his parents on it. Seeing Eva’s gentle smile lifted his mood. He figured the big officer was probably just a rogue in the instructor team—surely not all cops were like that. This wasn’t the military.

The room was dusty and messy. Everyone organized their belongings and began cleaning. Atulu, used to chores at home, quickly tidied up their dorm and then went next door to help the neighboring rooms.