HLM – Chapter 27 Misfortune May Be a Blessing in Disguise

The biggest problem right now was that Wang Bo didn’t know how many robbers were outside. If there were only four, he could manage, but what if there were more? He needed to create chaos.

For an ordinary person, causing a distraction in this kind of situation would be difficult. But not for him—because there were several barrels of gasoline stored in the castle. The old Sir used a vintage car to travel, and within a thousand-square-kilometer radius, there wasn’t a single gas station. So every time he refueled, he had to store it in barrels in the castle.

Wang Bo grabbed one of the barrels, prepared a lighter, and banged on the door.

Soon, the skinny man came over, cursing loudly. As soon as he pushed the door open and shouted, “You son of a—”

Wang Bo seized the moment. Aiming for the man’s eyes, he raised the pepper spray and pressed it down hard! At the same time, he covered his own face with a damp cloth.

Psssst psssst psssst…

The spray burst out, and a blood-curdling scream followed. But the man only managed one scream before he collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing violently.

Wang Bo kicked him aside and bolted out. Outside was a corridor, roughly twenty meters long, with doors on both sides. He poured gasoline on the floor and lit it up, then shouted at the top of his lungs, “Fire! Fire! Somebody help! Fire!”

Soon enough, heavy footsteps came pounding toward him.

Wang Bo charged toward the sound with the pepper spray ready—but when he saw who it was, he froze. The guy had a fire extinguisher in hand and was wearing a gas mask!

“Shit!” Wang Bo cursed. The pepper spray was useless like this. Thinking quickly, he launched a kick.

The guy couldn’t react in time—Wang Bo, empowered by the Lord’s Heart, kicked him flying, rushed over, yanked off the gas mask, slapped it on his own face, and sprayed a full burst of pepper spray into the guy’s face.

That man suffered even worse than the skinny guy earlier. With a kick and the spray, it was a miracle he was still breathing.

Now masked, Wang Bo hid around the corner. But no one else showed up for a while. He cautiously peeked around the hallway corner and was stunned by what he saw:

Beyond the hallway was a large enclosed space, easily over 1,000 square meters. Inside was a full production line—reactor tanks, mixers, filters, dehydrators, scales, funnels, barrels, glassware, steel canisters, microwaves, refrigerators…

There were also cooling and heating devices. The setup looked oddly familiar to Wang Bo. He took a closer look and then it hit him—this was the kind of drug lab he’d seen in American TV shows!

He’d watched Breaking Bad, and this setup was straight out of that show!

“Damn it, I got kidnapped by drug dealers?!” Wang Bo couldn’t believe the “good fortune” he’d just stumbled into.

Still, the situation was looking good. The lab seemed empty except for the two people he had already dealt with.

After confirming that, he called Sheriff Smith and shouted, “Sheriff, where are you guys? I’m in a drug lab!”

Sheriff Smith sounded shocked. “You escaped? Don’t worry, Wang, we’re right above you. You’re in the basement of an abandoned villa. We’re coming down now! Tell me—anyone lying in wait down there?”

Wang Bo looked around again and confirmed, “No, it’s clear down here.”

Just then, he noticed a safe in the corner. It wasn’t locked—just sitting open. He opened it wider and was greeted by stacks of colorful cash. Loads of money—mostly New Zealand dollars, and a thick wad of crisp U.S. $100 bills!

“Holy crap, I struck gold!” Wang Bo’s pupils dilated. He opened the sand table, scooped up the cash, and stuffed it into the castle. He even grabbed the bouncing parrot, Commander, and tossed it in too…

Ten minutes later, Sheriff Smith and his team finally made it into the basement. Smith was leading the charge himself, which Wang Bo found deeply admirable.

Unfortunately for them, they were too slow. The money from the safe was already all stashed away in the castle by Wang Bo.

When the officers saw the drug lab setup, they gasped. Those with pistols quickly flicked off the safeties. The sight made Wang Bo despair—were these guys rookies?

To be fair, it was understandable. New Zealand police primarily focus on preventing, investigating, and reducing crime and traffic incidents. Most of them didn’t carry guns and had few chances to actually use one.

After taking in the scene, Sheriff Smith ordered the two unconscious criminals to be detained, then turned to a deputy and said, “Ryan, get upstairs and radio headquarters—send in the armed crime unit.”

Wang Bo stood nearby, sipping coffee from a cup one officer handed him. He felt warm and amused—these officers had brought coffee to a hostage rescue?

The sheriff motioned for him to take a few sips to calm his nerves. Then he exclaimed, “My God, I never imagined such a den of evil hidden in my jurisdiction! Damn it, damn it! Wang, how did you get kidnapped by a bunch of drug dealers?”

Wang Bo gave a bitter smile. “Only God and those damned criminals know the answer. Why don’t you ask them?”

The sheriff laughed. “Judging by the state they’re in, I doubt they’ll be saying much for the next two days—they’ll be in the ICU.”

The other officers chuckled too. One of them bumped fists with Wang Bo and said, “Nice work, Wang! This is like something out of a movie—you got kidnapped and ended up taking down the criminals and uncovering a whole criminal operation!”

But Wang Bo didn’t laugh. He said, “There were four of them. I only knocked out one of the guys who kidnapped me. What about the other three? Didn’t you catch them?”

The sheriff’s face changed. He barked, “Quick! Radio the guys above—hide the vehicles and prepare an ambush, now!”

The officers moved fast. Wang Bo grabbed the sheriff’s arm and asked, “You didn’t catch the ones who went to pick up the ransom? Then how did you find this place?”

The sheriff replied, “Phone tracking. I found you by tracking your phone. I was working in the office when your call came in. I used a location app to pinpoint your position.”

Wang Bo didn’t know what to say anymore.

The other three criminals never resurfaced. Of course, the police had arrived blaring sirens and flashing lights. These drug dealers were sharper than rats—they’d definitely seen them coming.

That left Wang Bo in danger. If the remaining dealers wanted revenge, he would be their target.

The sheriff understood this too. The day after the case broke open, Wang Bo received a police uniform, badge, utility belt, and standard-issue weapon. At the time, he happened to be at the police station. Sheriff Smith clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Buddy, go finish your paperwork. You’re now an officer of the Royal New Zealand Police.”