HLM -Chapter 1213 The Iron Cable Across the Sky

Besides culture classes and skills training, they had many other courses.

In the following days, Wang Bo and the others went through all the courses. Needless to say, everyone’s favorite was physical education.

He noticed that almost all New Zealanders were rugby fans. In PE class, after changing into sportswear, everyone would start running on the rugby field. Wang Bo ran so fast that he ended up playing halfback.

This position required the athlete to run fast and be physically strong, with the main responsibility of catching passes from the quarterback and charging into the end zone to score as quickly as possible.

Wang Bo undoubtedly ran fast, but many people doubted his physical strength. In just ten minutes, he dispelled all doubts. Several times during collisions, he barreled through like a human battering ram, sending opponents flying and rolling across the grass. He was simply unstoppable!

On Friday, they began courage training. There was a special training area. Following the instructor, they entered and first saw a steel cable stretching from a high tower down to the ground.

The instructor pointed at the tower and said, “Later, each of you will climb up in turn, grab the rings on the cable, and slide down along the cable.”

Sweet Guy exclaimed in surprise, “This is an exercise for aviators and paratroopers. Are we really doing this too?”

The instructor glanced at him and said, “Have you served in the military? Then this will be easy for you. Compared to military paratrooper training, ours is nothing—the highest is only twelve meters.”

Sweet Guy’s expression shifted to sudden realization, and he muttered in frustration, “We’re at a police academy. I keep forgetting and thought we were still in the army.”

Of course, he was showing off.

Wang Bo found this guy amusing—he always liked boasting about his military achievements, like just now, pretending he forgot he was at a police academy. After a few days together, everyone had noticed this and mocked him by raising their middle fingers.

Sweet Guy didn’t get angry. He just laughed, “I really did forget.”

Atulu looked bitter. “Instructor, what if I’m afraid of heights?”

The instructor smiled faintly and asked, “At what height do you get scared?”

Atulu thought the instructor was going to go easy on him, so he quickly said, “Four meters—ah, no, three meters. I get scared at three meters.”

The instructor said, “Good. This cable is attached to an eight-meter tower. You’ll go first to demonstrate for everyone.”

Atulu was stunned. “Instructor, I get scared at three meters.”

The instructor said, “Don’t worry. Every squad has a training mortality benchmark. At worst, you fall to your death—it won’t hurt.”

Everyone knew he was joking and burst out laughing.

But the instructor wasn’t kidding about one thing: Atulu was truly the first to try. As squad leader, he had to set an example.

The area under the steel cable was all airbags. The instructor said, “Don’t worry, the cable won’t break. Just grab the rings with both hands.”

“What if my hands slip?” Atulu asked with a frightened face.

The instructor shrugged, “Then you just—bang!”

Atulu almost cried.

The instructor laughed heartily. “Alright, alright, I’m not scaring you anymore. There will be two connecting loops on your back. Even if you can’t hold the rings, you’ll slide down safely onto the airbags—nothing will happen.”

Sweet Guy said, “Yeah, Atulu, don’t be afraid. Paratrooper training is the scary one—they land on sand, no airbags.”

The instructor demonstrated first. He climbed the tower, had two people adjust his training harness, fastened the rings, and grabbed two iron rings with his hands before sliding down the cable.

When he reached the airbag, he curled his legs, gradually letting go so that his feet touched the airbag midway, then quickly stepped forward and successfully landed.

The instructor said, “It’s somewhat like parachuting. Once you’re used to sliding on the cable, actual parachuting will be easy.”

He warned everyone, “Be careful not to keep your legs straight like chopsticks—that can easily break them.”

Trembling, Atulu climbed the tower. “Guys, I weigh 250 kilograms. How much weight can this cable hold?”

Someone replied, “Two tons.”

Atulu relaxed, but the person added, “But each ring can only hold 100 kilograms, so don’t let go with your hands.”

The Maori man nearly wet himself.

Another instructor laughed, “Stop joking! Haven’t you seen how scared he is? The rings actually support 500 kilograms—there’s no problem.”

This gave Atulu some courage. But standing on the platform and looking down, his legs went weak. He shivered, “Maybe… maybe I really can’t do this.”

The two instructors coaxed him repeatedly, but the more they persuaded, the more scared he became. He shook his head and tried to back out.

One instructor placed his hands on the rings. “Grab them first and feel it.”

Trembling, Atulu raised his arms and grabbed the rings. The instructor behind him gave him a push. “Go!”

“Ah! F**k!”

A sharp scream echoed through the air.

Atulu slid down like a parachuting pig, forgetting all landing techniques, and crashed onto the airbag. Two students tried to lift him, but he was so heavy that the soft airbag caused them to fall on top of him.

Wang Bo chuckled and helped him up. Someone exclaimed, “Wang really is naturally strong!”

If even a weakling like Atulu could manage, the others had no trouble at all. His example reassured everyone, and the training no longer seemed so terrifying.

The instructor lowered the cable from the eight-meter tower to 2.5 meters. This height was like a playground slide—except you grabbed the rings with your hands instead of sitting on your bottom.

As long as you stabilized yourself at the landing, the exercise was easy. Wang Bo tried it and found it fun, flying down like the wind.

Soon, some show-offs started performing tricks. Sweet Guy, sliding from the six-meter tower, grabbed the rings midair and did pull-up maneuvers.

It wasn’t difficult, so everyone relaxed. The instructor laughed, “Train plenty. Master the landing technique at the end. I’ll also teach you how to control speed with your muscles.”

“Control sliding speed too?”

The instructor smiled, “Of course. In the final assessment, there won’t be airbags. If you slide down at full speed like this, even with iron legs, you’d break them!”

“I’m fine. I can do it,” Sweet Guy boasted proudly.

The instructor nodded, “One of my companions once said the same thing. Every time he recalls that decision, he gets so excited he wants to stand up from his wheelchair.”