HLM -Chapter 1389 Someone Causing Trouble

Doctor Yi had been right. In just two days, Little Wang’s mouth ulcers were almost completely healed, leaving only a few dark-red spots that were still recovering.

Little Wang was lively and full of energy again, but it didn’t have many playmates anymore. Zhuang Ding, Queen, and the other Rottweilers and Chinese village dogs had all been dispatched to help maintain public order.

Wang Bo had mobilized every force he could to keep things under control. By mid-month, the second weekend arrived, and the boxing tournament jointly planned by the International Boxing Federation and Sunset Town—after nearly half a year of preparation—finally opened.

At this point, the number of visitors to Sunset Town broke the 100,000 mark in a single day. Tourists numbering ten times the local population poured into the small town, along with countless media outlets.

The New Zealand Herald, Radio New Zealand, New Zealand Cable Channel, World Sports, the Manchester Guardian, the Guardian, The New York Times, Forbes Sports, and virtually every boxing-related media outlet all descended on Sunset Town.

The town was now under heavy security—posts every ten steps, patrols every five. Public safety inspections were tightened across the board.

Four AOS tactical teams from the South Island were deployed to Sunset Town and its surroundings to handle any emergencies. In addition to police reinforcements from Oak City and Cromwell, Lewis Town, Wanderer Town, and others sent over all their available officers.

The police force from Wanderer Town arrived early that morning—five patrol cars in total, from which stepped out fifteen burly Māori men.

When Wang Bo saw the leader, the Radiant Hero, he went up to him and greeted him with a traditional nose-touch, saying excitedly, “Hey, buddy, thank you so much!”

The Radiant Hero laughed heartily. “Don’t be polite, Wang. If you are, it makes us feel distant. Honestly, we should be thanking you—Sunset Town has driven development in Wanderer Town too.”

That was true. This boxing tournament didn’t just bring massive traffic to Sunset Town; Oak City, Wanderer Town, and even the entire South Island benefited to varying degrees.

Wang Bo asked, “But you’ve sent all your police here—what about your own town?”

The Radiant Hero puffed out his chest proudly. “Our town has 2,400 excellent warriors. If anyone comes looking for trouble, they’ll regret it!”

That wasn’t an exaggeration. Māori people were naturally combative and fearless; in their tribes, nearly every person was a warrior. Very few dared to provoke them.

After a brief exchange, Wang Bo parted ways with the Radiant Hero—he had far too many things to deal with today.

Wang Bo deployed the sand table and focused closely on the Heart of Vigilance.

The Heart of Vigilance pulsed continuously, and the moment it detected a problem, it would drag his field of vision straight to it.

Wang Bo was getting a bit irritated. Many people driving into town had fruit knives or self-defense stun batons in their cars, and the Heart of Vigilance classified all of these as dangerous items.

Threats entering via vehicles weren’t common, though, since Highway No. 8 and the road connecting to Lewis Town had been sealed off. Every vehicle entering had to undergo strict inspections.

Zhuang Ding and the others stayed by the roadside to help the police search cars. Oak City had also sent over all its drug-sniffing and patrol dogs, locking down the checkpoints tightly.

The real work was done by the drug dogs, Zhuang Ding, and Queen. The Rottweilers and village dogs mainly served as a deterrent.

The Heart of Vigilance suddenly darted toward the grassland beside Highway No. 8 again. Wang Bo zoomed in on the sand table to take a closer look.

Previously, it had mostly focused on the highway, with threats coming from vehicles—and none of those had been serious enough to worry him.

But this time it was heading into the grass, which immediately caught his attention. He enlarged the sand table and studied it carefully.

On the uneven grassland, an ATV was moving slowly forward. It had been modified—not open-air, but camouflaged with plastic plants and fake grass, blending in with the surroundings.

Seeing this, Wang Bo became even more alert. There was clearly something suspicious about this vehicle. Otherwise, why not enter town via Highway No. 8? And why disguise it in such a bizarre way?

He looked inside the vehicle. Two young men were sitting in it, and on the back seat were two rifles—M14s, by the look of them, military versions. No idea where they had gotten them.

Wang Bo’s expression turned grim. These guys were definitely here to cause trouble—and big trouble at that. They had to be dealt with immediately.

Watching the ATV bump along awkwardly, an idea struck him. He dug a large pit near a small hill ahead.

As the pickup moved forward and approached the hill, the drivers naturally veered around it. At that moment, Wang Bo gave the vehicle a push from behind, helping it accelerate.

The two young men inside changed color instantly. Before they could react, four or five seconds later—crash!—the ATV plunged straight into the pit.

ATVs didn’t have airbags. The fall left both men battered and filthy. One of them hit his head on the car door and was already dizzy and disoriented.

Seeing this, Wang Bo grabbed one of the rifles from the back seat, raised it, and pulled the trigger—pa pa pa pa—firing a shot.

He was even more shocked afterward. The rifle was capable of continuous fire—a semi-automatic weapon. If it had entered a crowd, it could have been used for sweeping fire!

The gunshot was crisp and loud, echoing far across the wilderness.

The police manning the highway checkpoint all heard it and immediately turned toward the sound.

The officer rolling up his sleeves while checking a driver’s license reacted at once. He shouted, “Sweet Boy, take two people and hold this position. No one gets through. If anyone tries to rush the checkpoint—open fire!”

Today, the police were also carrying firearms on duty. Sweet Boy calmly drew his pistol and replied, “Yes, Captain. No problem!”

The officer called over the radio, “Sam, Flower Road–Purple Rose area, gunshots heard. Send immediate support. I’m taking people over to investigate!”

At the town’s airport—now serving as the police command center—

Sam rushed in to report, “Boss, there are gunshots!”

Wang Bo nodded. “Deploy support immediately!”

A helicopter roared into the air. Inside sat a squad of AOS members, armed to the teeth, all carrying semi-automatic rifles.

The two young men were so badly shaken that they had almost lost the ability to resist. One was still conscious but had injured his leg—his knee had slammed into the dashboard, and his pants were already stained with blood.

The helicopter arrived first, circling overhead before locating the ATV in the pit, then guiding Officer Uncle Bing and the others to the exact position.

Uncle Bing led his men and dogs forward. The grassland terrain was too rough for vehicles, so they sprinted at full speed all the way.

As they got close, Uncle Bing waved his hand, and five officers dropped prone to the ground. He said, “Careful. I’ll go take a look.”

The helicopter descended, switched on its searchlight, and flooded the pit with blinding light, disorienting the suspects inside.

Uncle Bing crawled forward cautiously, extended his phone with the camera on, and quickly completed a full recording sweep.

After confirming the situation, he let out a breath of relief. Standing above them, he aimed his pistol downward and shouted: