HLM – Chapter 152 Officer Wang’s First Interrogation

Upon learning that the thieves had used anesthetic gas, the Auckland Police Department mobilized its largest task force, with Chief Smith personally leading the team. Four police cars arrived in full force.

An ambulance arrived first. Wang Bo stuffed the four cowboys into it. When one of the paramedics saw that some of the thieves were injured too, he said, “We’ll have to take them to the hospital as well.”

Wang Bo replied impatiently, “I know, but your two ambulances can’t fit everyone. Take my men first—they’re the victims here.”

The paramedic offered, “Then I’ll leave two nurses behind to administer emergency aid to the others.”

Wang Bo pushed him into the vehicle. “Relax, they won’t die. I’ve got battlefield medics here, and the wounded have already been treated.”

As the Maori thieves screamed for help, the ambulance drove off wailing. Hot on its heels came more sirens—the police had arrived.

Wang Bo shook hands with Chief Smith. “Thank you, Chief. I appreciate you coming to help.”

Chief Smith smiled. “No need to thank me, Wang. We’re neighbors. It’s our duty to assist in law enforcement. Come on, let’s get them to your police station.”

New Zealand has limited police manpower, so neighboring jurisdictions often collaborate on enforcement. This time, the Auckland Police were assisting as support officers.

Although Sunset Town didn’t yet have a formal police station, a holding cell had been improvised previously when Wang Bo had to detain a thug who had threatened him. That makeshift facility was now put to good use.

A total of twelve thieves were captured. Six of them, with fractures and other injuries, were sent to the hospital. The remaining six were locked up in the holding cell.

Chief Smith was a warm and helpful man. Knowing Wang Bo lacked investigative experience, he left behind Robert, someone familiar with such cases, to assist him.

After a flurry of activity, the Auckland officers didn’t leave until the middle of the night. Wang Bo brought Robert a hot cup of coffee from the convenience store and said, “I’m gonna owe you for this one, man.”

Taking a satisfying sip, Robert sighed in delight. “Shit, a hot coffee on a cold night hits the spot. Don’t worry about it, Wang. We’ve got to help each other. This is nothing—it’s no trouble at all.”

That may be true, but without Robert’s experience, Wang Bo would have been completely at a loss.

Robert didn’t sleep that night. He had to interrogate the thieves, process paperwork, and preserve evidence.

As both the victim and enforcer in this case, Wang Bo technically should have recused himself. But being the town’s only police officer, that wasn’t an option. So he took part in both the record-taking and the interrogations.

His statement was simple and already prepared: his dog had been staying at the ranch and, upon discovering the thieves, ran back to alert him. He brought people to the scene and captured the thieves, who had been injured by the cattle.

Zhuang Ding, now the town police dog, also had no time to rest. Wang Bo assigned him to guard the thieves.

The big mastiff now sat at the cell door, glaring into the room with fierce eyes and a solemn face. Every now and then, it let out a low, menacing growl to scare the occupants.

Robert helped Wang Bo file the reports, then began the interrogation. “I’ll be the lead officer. You’ll be the assistant—just handle the camera and audio recorder, okay?”

It was Wang Bo’s first time participating in an interrogation. He was eager and quickly agreed.

The town police station didn’t have a proper interrogation room, so Robert converted a room on the first floor, adding a table and three chairs.

After the makeshift setup, he shook his head. “This won’t do, man. You need to install iron chairs. If a suspect snaps, they could get violent sitting in a regular one.”

Wang Bo smiled. “No worries. That won’t happen.”

He fetched one of the thieves and brought Zhuang Ding along, instructing the mastiff to guard the door and report any trouble immediately.

These Maori thieves were all burly men, each at least 1.85 meters tall and likely over 120 kilos. The one Wang Bo brought in looked indifferent, swaggering with each step. He showed no fear when Wang Bo displayed his badge—clearly a seasoned ex-con.

Upon seeing the ordinary chair in the room, he raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, “Wow, this is the most stylish chair I’ve ever sat in at a police station.”

The two officers sat behind the desk, the suspect’s chair placed in front. Zhuang Ding was told to sit beside the suspect.

Wang Bo pointed at the chair and said coldly, “Sit.”

The man looked at him challengingly. “Sorry, Officer Yellowface. I’ve injured my ass and can’t sit down. You can check if you don’t believe me.”

As he spoke, he actually stuck his butt out.

Wang Bo kicked the back of his knee and grabbed his shoulder with one hand, forcing him down into the chair.

The man’s face turned purple. He tried to resist, but Wang Bo held him firmly. As Wang Bo’s grip tightened, the man cried out in pain.

For safety, Robert cuffed the man and then linked the cuffs to the chair.

No sooner had Wang Bo stepped away than the man suddenly jumped up, grabbed the chair, and roared, “You think this piece of shit can hold me—”

But Wang Bo had anticipated this. As Robert reached nervously for his baton, Wang Bo simply said without turning his head, “Zhuang Ding, go!”

At his command, the dog leapt up. With a loud crash, the man was knocked to the ground. Zhuang Ding pinned him by the throat with a paw, sharp fangs glinting dangerously just above his neck, as he growled menacingly from deep in his throat: “Grrrowww!”

Thick saliva dripped onto the man’s face. Terrified, he screamed, “Oh shit! Oh shit! Get it off me! Help! Help me!”

Sitting at the edge of the desk, playing with his baton, Wang Bo said, “Maybe this method works better for interrogations?”

With Zhuang Ding’s teeth at his neck, the man genuinely panicked. He yelled, “Officer! I’m ready to talk! I’ll cooperate with your interrogation!”

“Zhuang Ding, back!”

The mastiff gave the man one last threatening stare, then slowly stepped back and resumed its previous sitting posture.

Seeing this, Robert was full of admiration. “Hey, Wang, you’ve got one hell of a dog! I’ve seen plenty of police dogs, but none better than yours. How did you train it?”

Wang Bo chuckled. “Let’s finish the interrogation first. I’ll explain afterward.”

With Zhuang Ding as an enforcer, the man immediately cooperated. Since he had been caught red-handed and had a criminal record, he didn’t bother to deny it—he confessed to the theft outright.