HLM -Chapter 1231 Write Your Last Will

Seeing this scene, every police officer on the minibus was stunned. Some of the female officers clamped their hands tightly over their mouths—they were terrified.

The officers who had come back for this training were all new cops. They had only been on the force for a year or two, usually dealing with neighborhood disputes or, at most, catching petty thieves. How could they have ever seen anything like this?

Sarinch pumped his fist. “Wang, well done!”

He turned and pointed at the officer who had fired the earlier sneak shot at the robbers. “That’s Officer Wang Bo from our 180th Unit. I’m sure many of you have heard his name. He also just rushed in as reinforcements, same as you—but he’s already taken down two robbers. So those bastards over there aren’t nearly as terrifying as you think.”

“Really… really killed them?” someone asked with a mournful face. “I’m a Buddhist. I can’t kill people…”

Wang Bo rushed over and shoved Sarinch aside. “What are you still doing here? Get off the bus! Are you waiting for those assholes to open fire on it?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than gun barrels extended from the distant bank, spraying bullets in their direction.

Crash! The bus windows shattered. The driver in the front seat convulsed twice, then toppled headfirst out of the window, his snow-white uniform soaked crimson at the shoulder.

Seeing this, Sarinch roared, “Officer Russell!”

Wang Bo pushed him away. “You go check on Officer Russell! Everyone else, follow me—now! Move, follow me!”

Chaos erupted inside the bus. Screams mixed with heavy panting. Wang Bo cleared the doorway, and everyone scrambled to get off.

After all the officers were down, Wang Bo jumped off as well and waved at them. “Shit, what are you hiding here for? Go to the convenience store behind us! Haven’t you learned anything? Bullets can punch straight through a vehicle!”

Hearing that, the officers scattered in panic and ran toward the convenience store.

Wang Bo was the last one inside. The store was empty. He said, “The staff have already been evacuated. Everyone grab a piece of paper and a pen—write your last will.”

“What?!”

Another group froze on the spot.

Wang Bo snapped impatiently. “What the fuck are you all ‘what’-ing for? Write your wills! Write them! Write them! Do I have to say it a hundred times before you understand?!”

“You—go get notebooks and hand them out. Find pens on the shelves. Hurry up and write. Everyone has five minutes. Don’t dawdle. Write down what happens after you die and hand it to me.”

“If you’re still alive later, come get your will back from me. If you die in action, I’ll personally deliver it to your families!”

“Officer… have you written yours?” someone asked timidly.

Wang Bo ripped off his police cap and slammed it to the floor, snarling, “Of course I have! Damn it—my wife’s only a few months pregnant! I suggest you all write quickly and write as much as you can. Don’t end up like Officer Russell…”

Just then, Sarinch hurried in. Wang Bo looked at him. “How is Officer Russell?”

Sarinch lowered his voice. “Shot in the neck. Carotid artery shattered. The doctor arrived and he was gone.”

Wang Bo kicked the cap on the floor and roared, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What are you standing around for? Hurry up and write!”

Another officer rushed in, shouting as soon as he entered, “Wang! Where the hell are the reinforcements?!”

Wang Bo replied, “Writing wills.”

The officer yelled, “Hurry up! Those sons of bitches across the street are about to rush out again! AOS those idiots still haven’t arrived—we have to hold them!”

“Where are the heavy weapons? Have any been brought over?”

“No? Then what about these reinforcements—do you have automatic rifles? Sniper rifles? Or, damn it, at least a machine gun…”

A trainee shouted, “Officer, we don’t even have pistols!”

The newly arrived officer froze. “What? You don’t even have pistols? Then how are you reinforcing us?!”

Wang Bo grabbed one of them by the collar. “You don’t have pistols?! Then what the hell do you have? How did you come as reinforcements?!”

Buckerd stepped forward. “Hey, calm down, calm down. We’re trainees from the 181st Unit. Officer Wang, you’re from the 180th, right? When you came for training, did you bring your guns?”

Wang Bo shoved him aside. “Speak properly! And you’re still asking counter-questions at a time like this?!”

Sarinch clawed at his hair with both hands and shouted, “Then what do we do?!”

Wang Bo said, “It’s fine. The convenience store has toy guns. In Chinese history there’s a famous tactic called the Empty City Stratagem. Maybe we can use it here too.”

“How, Wang?” someone asked.

Wang Bo pointed toward the street. “Very simple. Have them hold the guns and show themselves on the street. The robbers will definitely be scared—so many police officers, so many guns. They won’t dare rush out again. All we need to do is keep them pinned until AOS arrives.”

Another person rushed in—it was a doctor, his white coat stained with blood. He ran in and said, “Officer Billy isn’t going to make it. You’re his partner—go see him one last time…”

Wang Bo staggered back two steps and cried out in despair, “How could this happen? He was shot in the leg…”

“Femoral artery. The bullet’s lodged in the pelvis. He lost too much blood during extraction. Unless we give him massive transfusions right now—AB blood,” the doctor said.

Several officers immediately dropped their pens and stood up.

“I’m AB.”

“No problem, me too.”

“I can—right now!”

At that moment, a voice came over the radio: “Look at the bank entrance!”

Two people walked out of the bank. One was huge, wearing a demonic mask. He was over 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered, thick-set, with a shiny bald head—terrifying to behold.

The big man dragged a bank employee with one hand and shouted, “Police outside, listen up! Get the hell out of here immediately! Otherwise, we kill one hostage every minute!”

With that, he cruelly pulled the trigger. The bank employee collapsed to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Wang Bo slammed his fist onto the table and shouted, “Are your wills finished yet?!”

A female officer said in horror, “It hasn’t been five minutes yet…”

Wang Bo barked, “Write faster! Hurry up! We don’t have that much time! When you’re done, grab the toy guns and get out there and fight!”

“That’s just sending us to our deaths!” the officers protested.

“I’m not asking you to charge head-on,” Wang Bo said. “Just scare them. Besides, we’re police officers. If we don’t risk our lives, are we supposed to let civilians die?!”

One by one, the wills were finished and handed in. Just then, the bank doors burst open. The robbers charged out, clutching rifles and submachine guns, rushing straight toward the convenience store.

Seeing more than a dozen armed robbers charging at them, the officers inside the store panicked.

“What do we do? What do we do?!”

“Shoot! You’ve got guns!”

“Holy Mother Mary, please forgive my sins…”

Wang Bo sighed and said, “I’m very sorry, everyone. I think I should say one thing to you—”

“April Fools’ Day!” Sarinch shouted together with the police officers and doctors.