HLM – Chapter 196 Police Station Officially Established

At the end of July, Wang Bo received another draw opportunity. This time, he drew a Heart of Territory—a Heart of the Training Ground, a type that had never appeared before. Clearly, it was intended to be used for building a training ground.

Since the town didn’t have a training ground yet and Wang Bo had no plans to build one anytime soon, he stored the heart in the Box of Hearts, deciding to use it when the time was right.

Two days later, in early August, Hani called: “Mayor, the resident registration form for our town has been confirmed. Our population has reached 202—we can now establish a police station.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Bo perked up. Truth be told, he had been waiting for this day for a long time. Finally, he would have a law enforcement agency of his own!

In small New Zealand towns, having a police station carries significant weight—the greatest benefit being its deterrent effect. From now on, petty thieves and troublemakers would have to think twice before messing around in the town.

Wang Bo summoned Aturu to the town. When the burly Māori man found out he could officially join the police station, he was so happy that his chubby face quivered with excitement.

Just like when Wang Bo had joined, Aturu received a badge, a police uniform, pepper spray, and a baton. He had to wear the uniform, swear an oath to the national flag and the royal standard, and then Wang Bo would create a personnel file for him.

However, unlike Wang Bo, Aturu wasn’t issued a firearm. According to New Zealand law, police officers must attend a police academy and pass an assessment before becoming fully qualified and being issued a gun.

Wang Bo had been allowed to bypass this due to being the founding and sole law enforcement officer of the town at the time—an exceptional case.

In other words, Aturu wasn’t a full-fledged officer yet—more like an auxiliary police officer. He’d have to attend police academy for training and assessment before he could be officially hired.

Still, Aturu was thrilled. As for the gun? No big deal—what Māori household didn’t have a couple of rifles hanging on the wall?

Wang Bo acted as a witness during Aturu’s swearing-in ceremony, while Hani recorded the video on his phone and sent it to the headquarters for archiving. Just like that, Aturu was officially onboard.

After the ceremony, Aturu waddled out in his oversized uniform. A while later, he ran back in, excitedly calling out, “Boss, can you take a few photos of me?”

Wang Bo looked up—and saw Aturu with a golden police badge on his chest and, in his large fan-like hand… a long rifle!

Seeing the pitch-black gun, Wang Bo jumped up and yelled, “Sh*t! Where did you get that gun?! Put that damn thing away!”

Aturu looked wronged, replying, “I have a gun license, so it’s legal to bring it out. And this gun has been passed down in my family for decades—it’s a really good one, Boss. Wanna try it?”

The gun was made of solid hardwood, with a brown-yellow hue, clearly aged and well-used. The body gleamed from years of handling, coated with a thick patina.

Wang Bo recognized it—it was the famous Winchester M1887, made in the 1880s. It had been around for over a century and was widely used in Western countries.

Despite its age, the weapon was powerful—its single rounds packed a punch and it had wide spread when hip-fired, making it an extremely effective weapon at close and medium range.

It was also a cinematic icon. Countless Hollywood films had featured it—most famously Terminator 2: Judgment Day, where Schwarzenegger’s T-800 character rode a motorcycle while flipping the shotgun to reload one-handed. That scene had been ranked one of the top 100 moments in Hollywood history. Because of that scene, the gun had earned the nickname: “The Governor’s Shotgun.”

Holding this legendary weapon, Aturu—with a more serious expression—would look just like a fierce outlaw.

Wang Bo noticed this and suddenly had an idea. He said, “Buddy, you can carry this gun during patrols, but you’re not allowed to speak or show any expression.”

Aturu looked confused, “Why, Boss?”

Wang Bo didn’t answer. Instead, he winked at Hani, signaling him to explain.

Hani roared in his signature booming voice: “F*ck! Because he’s your boss! Because this is the police station! What he says is law! Your only job is to obey!”

Aturu had never experienced Hani’s king-like roar before. The poor Māori giant nearly peed himself, staring wide-eyed at Hani, frozen in confusion.

Hani kept bellowing, “What are you looking at?! Didn’t understand me?! Remember! In the police station, you only have three things to do! First—obey! Second—obey! Third—still obey!”

After the barrage, Aturu turned pale and trembled as he stammered, “Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir!”

Wang Bo watched from the side, grinning silently.

Damn, Hani shouldn’t be an auditor—he should be a drill sergeant. If he were in the military, he’d be making the most of his talents.

With that, the police station was ready to be officially listed. Back when they’d arrested the cattle thieves, Wang Bo had already cleaned up a small building to use as the police station, so now they could move right in.

He told Aturu to make a signboard for the station. Bowen volunteered, but Wang Bo wouldn’t let him. That whole “Grandpa’s here to play” incident was still fresh in his memory—just six months ago.

Aturu, though soft-spoken, was quite efficient. He drove to Auckland and returned the same day with a big signboard and a bunch of blue “POLICE” stickers. The signboard read: Sunset Town Police Station in big letters.

Unlike in China, police stations in New Zealand had a different setup. Wang Bo had visited the ones in Auckland and surrounding towns, paying close attention to their layout and decorations—Sunset Town’s station was modeled after them.

First, a signboard outside the entrance stating it was the town’s police station. Next, two New Zealand flags planted just inside the main doors.

Then, the glass door had a large POLICE sticker to reinforce its identity. Inside, a few service windows were set up for appointments, reporting crimes, interviews, or investigations—each window for a different purpose.

Upon seeing this, Hani shook his head. “This is unnecessary. Our town only has two cops—one window is enough.”

Wang Bo disagreed, speaking sternly: “Hani, my friend, we must think big. What’s Sunset Town’s goal? To be the world’s finest town! As the saying goes, ‘If you can’t even sweep your own room, how can you rule the world?’ We—”

“Okay okay, Mayor, say no more. You’re right, I get it.” Hani surrendered immediately, though he still had a professional’s insight.

“What we really need now is a police car—and ideally, a crime scene vehicle too. Those are essential.”

Wang Bo had a rough idea about police cars, but crime scene vehicles he’d only seen once at the Auckland station and wasn’t sure how they worked.

So, Charlie and Hani began helping him figure it all out.

_{The Winchester Model 1887 and Winchester Model 1901 are lever-action shotguns designed by American gun designer John Browning and produced by the Winchester Repeating Arms Company during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The shotgun became well-known due to its use in the 1991 film Terminator 2: Judgment Day and the 1995 film Jumanji}