HLM -Chapter 1210 Physical Fitness Check

Superintendent Ferguson Brown was one of the top leaders of the academy—the deputy director and overall person in charge of the newcomers, with duties similar to a drill sergeant in a military boot camp.

Atulu slammed him to the ground with a single hand, and the handsome middle-aged superintendent nearly choked to death on the spot!

Wang Bo helped him up, following the flow of his breath. Ferguson, still shaking from the shock, said, “Just now, I thought I’d been stepped on by an angry elephant! Atulu, you’re really something. Alright, the captain duties of the 180th unit are yours now. From now on, if anyone messes up, deal with them the way you just dealt with me!”

A smile spread across Atulu’s chubby face, more awkward than crying.

This turn of events was actually a blessing in disguise. With Ferguson’s appointment, he officially became the head of the unit. Wang Bo was pleased to see this—now he’d have someone to cover for him whenever he needed to take leave or do something.

After participating in the prank, Ferguson left. In the morning, the newcomers had free time—they could explore the surrounding area or catch up on sleep.

The big guy really was named Beavis Kenneth. Ferguson hadn’t introduced him randomly the night before—before becoming a policeman, he had been a semi-professional martial artist, which was his strong suit.

Upon hearing this, Atulu patted his chest in relief. He had been lucky last night—if they had actually fought during dinner, his four hundred pounds probably wouldn’t have survived.

Someone complained, “You guys took the joke too far! We were all fooled. And that guy, the blonde—surely you knew it was a joke last night. Why didn’t you warn us?”

The blonde youth was the one dragged out for sitting early at the party. He laughed, “Sorry, I’m partly to blame too. I’m from the 179th unit, so I share some responsibility.”

A few others bumped fists and laughed.

Kenneth explained, “You can’t blame us—it’s a tradition at our police academy. Every time a new unit arrives, the old units are responsible for pulling pranks. If the old units aren’t around, the instructors handle it themselves.”

“You guys got off lightly because Superintendent Ferguson personally participated. Do you know what happened when we first arrived?”

The newbies shook their heads blankly.

The policeman who had served as their driver looked miserable: “F*ck, someone drugged our dinner with sleeping pills. When we woke up, we were scattered all over Wellington Cemetery, covered in mosquito bites!”

Wang Bo sucked in a breath. Damn, compared to that, their prank had been long but far less terrifying.

Besides, New Zealanders had a more relaxed attitude toward cemeteries. If Chinese people steeped in ghost and spirit culture had been part of that prank, waking up in a graveyard would probably have caused serious trauma.

Kenneth told Atulu, “You’re free to dismiss the newcomers now. This afternoon, the official induction training begins. I’ll give you the schedule shortly, and you’ll take everyone through it.”

Atulu instinctively looked at Wang Bo. Wang Bo smiled, “You’re the captain now. You can handle it. All of us support you.”

Those around nodded, “Yes, Atulu, we support you.”

The Māori big guy smiled happily—this was his first time in a leadership role.

The atmosphere became cordial. Several policemen came to take photos with Wang Bo and also with Uncle Bing, discussing some battlefield experiences with him.

The 180th unit newcomers were still puzzled, asking, “What’s special about this Chinese guy?”

Kenneth looked at them in surprise. “You don’t know? He’s the mayor and police chief of Sunset Town. He’s solved multiple major cases, including the recent Auckland jewelry exhibition robbery. If you don’t know that, what kind of police are you?”

After the introduction, more people surrounded Wang Bo for photos, networking, and even autographs. Wang Bo invited them to visit Sunset Town, promising free food, drinks, and fun—a warm welcome.

Everyone here was an adult, and their interactions were naturally interest-driven. Wang Bo was clearly the most influential and wealthy among them. Ferguson’s participation in the prank was also a way to get acquainted with Wang Bo.

Yes, Wang Bo was that impressive now.

The morning was left for rest, as most of the group had stayed up almost all night. They all ran back to sleep deeply.

Atulu went with Uncle Bing to prepare for the afternoon’s activities. Seeing him busy, not only the 180th unit but also many from the 179th unit admired him, saying he had boundless energy.

Of course, he did—he had slept soundly last night!

In the afternoon, they went to the gym for the induction and training oath ceremony.

Superintendent Ferguson presided again. This time, he didn’t appear as sharp as last night; he smiled warmly and even joked with a few newcomers before taking the stage.

On stage, he said: “Welcome, trainees, on behalf of the Royal Police Academy. Next is the oath ceremony, marking your official induction as New Zealand police officers.

“Remember your oath and let it guide your work and life. I also wish you all success in the upcoming month of training!”

After this brief welcome, four trainees from the 179th unit solemnly carried in the national flag. Ferguson raised his hand and led them in the oath:

“As a police officer, I will dedicate myself to serving Her Majesty, fairly and without malice, until I leave this position.”

“I will strive to maintain Her Majesty’s peace, using all my authority to prevent acts that threaten it.”

“As a police officer, I will do my utmost, remain loyal to my duties, and may God help me!”

After the oath, they proceeded to a physical fitness check.

Hearing this, Wang Bo was curious: “They even have this kind of check?”

Atulu handed out physical check forms, nodding: “It’s similar to a fitness test but includes blood and urine tests. The goal is to determine each person’s physical limits, so training can be personalized.”

Wang Bo realized New Zealand really had abundant resources for its small population—police training was remarkably thorough.

They first entered a classroom for a physical examination, where they had to remove their pants and wear only underwear.

Hearing the instructions, the “Sweet Guy” looked miserable: “Sh*t, I’m not wearing any underwear!”

Wang Bo looked at him sympathetically: “You’re really unlucky, buddy. We’re in for some entertainment.”