HLM -Chapter 1295 Joint Operation

Wang Bo quickly completed Rex’s onboarding procedures, officially making him a tour guide in Sunset Town.

This was exactly what Rex had hoped for. After thirty years of persistently searching for his son—and having traveled across New Zealand multiple times—Rex became a national figure in just a few days. He now had tremendous fame and topical appeal. Of course, fame and buzz are time-sensitive; in all likelihood, within a month or two, few people in New Zealand would still be paying attention to him.

But for Sunset Town, that was more than enough.

Seizing this opportunity, Sunset Town also enjoyed its moment in the spotlight. Its reputation soared across Oceania, especially after successfully helping Rex reunite with his son. That achievement put the town firmly in the public eye. When Rex chose to stay and work in Sunset Town, the story came to a perfect conclusion.

Wang Bo once said to Eva, “Giving roses to others leaves a lingering fragrance on your own hands,” and this was exactly what he meant. His decision to help Rex in the first place came simply from the perspective of a new father. In the end, he helped an old father fulfill a lifelong wish and also brought Sunset Town into countless news reports—truly a win on multiple fronts.

As spring arrived and the weather warmed, it was time for the ranches to shear sheep again.

Rex came over to help, assisting Peterson with the shearing. Watching him handle the clippers with impressive speed, Wang Bo laughed and said, “Hey, old buddy, you’re pretty good at shearing.”

Rex waved and replied, “Of course, boss. You know, when I was wandering around, I needed money to survive—and shearing sheep is one of the most common jobs in New Zealand.”

With the warmer season came all kinds of parties in Sunset Town; it had already become a local tradition. After being cooped up all winter, the town decided to throw a big spring welcome party. They started promoting it online a full week in advance.

That afternoon, Wang Bo went to take a look at the central square. It was now fully completed, with a huge musical fountain in the middle that could dance to wild music during nighttime parties.

Not long after he returned to his office, Sheriff Smith walked in, his police cap tucked under his arm. “Hey, Wang. Good afternoon.”

Seeing his old friend, Wang Bo arranged a seat for him and asked, “Today isn’t your day off. What brings you here? You must need my help with something.”

Smith laughed. “Ha, you really are sharp. That’s exactly right.”

“What is it?” Wang Bo asked, handing him a bottle of soda.

“I heard you’ve got a batch of excellent Rottweilers here,” Sheriff Smith said. “We need two good police dogs, so I came to see if I could pick a couple from you.”

Hearing that he’d come for his dogs, Wang Bo shook his head. “Sorry, sorry. My dogs are still kids—they can’t be separated from their mother.”

Smith chuckled. “How’s that possible? They’re already three months old. They’re juvenile Rottweilers now—hardly babies.”

Wang Bo continued to shake his head. “I can’t give them away. If the Queen finds out I sent her children off, I’ll be in trouble. I don’t want anything to affect our relationship.”

Smith said, “You just don’t want to lose these outstanding herding dogs, do you?”

Wang Bo grinned. “What are you saying? Of course I don’t want to lose them. Besides, didn’t Gerald just train two excellent police dogs for you not long ago?”

Smith said with a troubled expression, “Yes, but they were too good. They’ve already been transferred to the police departments in Christchurch and Wellington. Now we’ve got a shortage again.”

Wang Bo waved his hand. “I’m not being stingy, Smith, my friend. These dogs weren’t trained as police dogs at all. They’re just a bunch of goofy little troublemakers—not suitable for the police force.”

“That’s fine,” Smith insisted. “They’re still young. There’s time to train them.”

Wang Bo kept shaking his head. He really didn’t want to send those fluffy little guys away.

Smith said, “I understand you, Wang. You don’t want to give up these excellent herding dogs. But do you really think they should be tied down on a ranch like dumb dogs? They should go out and make a name for themselves!”

Wang Bo shot him a sideways glance. “What’s that supposed to mean? Dogs on a ranch are dumb dogs?”

“Cough, cough—no, that’s not what I meant. Anyway, I must have two dogs.”

Wang Bo finally told the truth. “Buddy, honestly, I don’t plan to send these dogs to the ranch at all. I want them to grow up alongside my daughter.”

The little baby had become braver lately, no longer so afraid of the furry youngsters, and she was especially fond of the young Rottweilers.

Sheriff Smith said helplessly, “But do you really need more than ten of them to keep her company?”

“I still think that’s too few,” Wang Bo replied.

Seeing how firm he was, Smith decided to play dirty. “Then how about you lend me some manpower to help out? We’ve got GHB showing up over there. I need an outstanding drug-sniffing dog.”

“GHB?” Wang Bo echoed.

Smith looked surprised. “You don’t know it? Then let me give you its full name—Gamma-hydroxybutyrate.”

It was the first time Wang Bo had heard of it. “What is that?”

Realizing Wang Bo wasn’t joking, Smith’s expression turned serious. “It’s a synthetically produced antidepressant and sedative. From a physiological standpoint, once GHB enters the human body, it slows the transmission of signals between the brain and the central nervous system.”

Wang Bo understood. “A new type of drug?”

“Yes—but strictly speaking, it’s a pharmaceutical,” Smith said. “In small doses, it acts as a sedative. In large doses, it becomes an anesthetic.”

Medicines and drugs are twin brothers separated by a thin line, and GHB was a prime example. It had hallucinogenic effects—nothing particularly remarkable in medicine—but in New Zealand’s underground drug market, it was shining brightly.

“It’s cheap, easy to obtain, fast-acting, and produces hallucinations and stress relief after use. It’s already spreading through the market. You really didn’t know? I’m surprised,” Smith said.

Wang Bo replied, “I’ve never received an order to investigate this kind of thing, so I didn’t pay attention to it.”

“Young people who party often hardly anyone doesn’t know about it,” Smith warned. “If you’re organizing a party, you’d better watch out for this stuff.”

Wang Bo said, “We’re having a party here tonight. Want to do a joint sweep?”

Smith nodded. “That would be perfect. At every large youth party in our city, I arrange undercover officers to participate—and we always get results.”

And just like that, a joint anti-drug operation was agreed upon in a conversation between the two police chiefs.

Afterward, Sheriff Smith called in his men for support, while Wang Bo arranged his own people to go undercover and conduct surprise inspections.