HLM -Chapter 751 Joining the Task Force

Chapter 751 Joining the Task Force

After staying up all night, Wang Bo was exhausted. Since it was the weekend, he went home to catch up on some sleep.

Eva was snoring away like a little piglet, while Dale was already up early, walking Little Niuniu around the yard.

Seeing her chubby, bun-like face, Wang Bo couldn’t help but lean over and plant a kiss on her cheek. “Dale, you’re such a hardworking girl. Mm, keep taking Niuniu out for exercise. She needs plenty of it.”

Dale wiped her face hard and said shyly, “You can’t kiss me like that! I’m not a clueless kid anymore. I’m a big girl now, and my sister says big girls shouldn’t let boys kiss them.”

Wang Bo comforted her, “Don’t worry, teacher isn’t a boy — teacher’s a real man.”

After sleeping until noon and having lunch, Wang Bo spent the next two days thinking about how to discover the mountain with the gold mine and how to tie the topic to tourism.

Even if he didn’t pursue the mining route, the gold mine would bring great prosperity to Sunset Town.

But he hadn’t come up with a good plan yet. On Monday, while he was racking his brain in the office, a call came in:

“Hello, is this Police Chief Wang Bo from Sunset Town Police Station? This is the New Zealand National Police Headquarters.”

Wang Bo looked at the phone — a private number. He immediately thought, Damn it, scammers are getting bold these days!

Of course, New Zealand does have a National Police Headquarters.

Its police system is structured very much like China’s — a single, nationwide police organization. New Zealand has twelve police districts, all under the management of the National Headquarters in Wellington, which also houses several administrative and professional support centers.

The Headquarters is the highest administrative body, overseeing all operations of the New Zealand Police.

But Wang Bo couldn’t figure it out — why would the Headquarters contact him directly? Sunset Town was under Auckland’s jurisdiction. If it were a police matter, Sheriff Smith would’ve been the one to call.

Convinced it was a scam, Wang Bo gave a cold laugh. These scammers are getting outrageous — calling a police station now? Today I’m going to bust you myself!

“Hello, hello, may I ask who’s calling from Headquarters? Don’t tell me you’re Commissioner Miller MacBrown himself?” he said casually, signaling Atulu and Uncle Bing to trace the number.

The caller laughed. “Ha, yes, this is Miller. Did you have a good weekend?”

Wang Bo sneered inwardly. Classic scammer trick — play along with whatever I say.

Atulu’s keyboard clacked rapidly. Then he frowned. “Can’t find any information on this number.”

Wang Bo knew what that meant — a spoofed number with hidden registration. He mouthed silently: Trace the location!

Atulu typed some more and murmured after half a minute, “Tracking system’s active, boss. Keep him talking.”

Once the system locked the position, the number’s location would appear. Wang Bo stopped wasting time pretending and went straight for the jugular, shouting into the phone:

“Cut the crap, you’re no Miller MacBrown, and you’re no commissioner! Listen up, you punk — this is the Sunset Town Police Station! Your best option right now is to surrender at the nearest station. Hear me? Confess, and you’ll get leniency—”

“Boss,” Atulu interrupted timidly, “the call’s location is… the Police Headquarters in Wellington.”

Wang Bo froze mid-sentence. “The… Headquarters?!”

Uncle Bing frowned. “Could it be that this scammer’s so bold he’s calling from near the Headquarters?”

But Wang Bo’s words had already gone out, and the person on the line had heard everything.

“Yes, Chief Wang,” the voice said calmly, “I’m calling you from Headquarters — specifically, from the Commissioner’s office.”

The line went dead.

Moments later, Wang Bo’s phone rang again. This time, it showed a landline number.

Atulu glanced at it. “No need to check — that’s the official Headquarters number.”

Wang Bo’s scalp tingled. No way… Did I just curse out the actual Police Commissioner?

He picked up.

“Chief Wang,” came the amused voice, “I assume you recognize this number now? I’m indeed calling from the nearest police station, and I don’t think I need to turn myself in.”

Wang Bo chuckled awkwardly. “Ah, my apologies, Commissioner Miller. The local security’s been pretty bad lately, you see—”

He stopped mid-sentence. Idiot! You’re telling the nation’s top cop that the country’s security is bad?

The commissioner didn’t seem to mind. “Yes, that’s our responsibility. And that’s exactly why I’m calling — to address it.”

He paused briefly. “Here’s the situation: Sheriff Smith will contact you shortly. You’ve been temporarily assigned to the AOS Task Force investigating the South Island’s Ranch 824 Dairy Cattle Case. We’re counting on your assistance.”

Wang Bo immediately stood up straight, chest out. “Yes, sir! I’ll follow the organization’s orders and do my utmost to crack the case. Also, sir, about earlier — that was really a misunderstanding…”

Commissioner Miller laughed heartily. “OK, OK, I understand. I shouldn’t have called from my mobile — I forgot this is our first contact. All right, good luck, Chief Wang. Solve this case as soon as possible!”

When the call ended, Wang Bo felt deflated. Just my luck — I actually mistook the big boss for a scammer.

Atulu spoke carefully. “Boss, I think I get it now. The reason we couldn’t trace the number was that the commissioner’s phone is protected.”

Wang Bo glared at him. Thanks for the hindsight, genius.

He called Sheriff Smith himself, and sure enough, the order was real — both he and Uncle Bing had been seconded to the task force.

Following Sheriff Smith’s instructions, they packed up and drove to the Auckland Police Station that very afternoon, then departed together for Dunedin.

Accompanying them was one of the South Island’s most famous police dog — Zhuang Ding. The “Queen” stayed behind to assist Atulu, since Wang Bo trusted her far more.

The case they were joining was the one he’d heard about earlier — several South Island ranches had suffered mysterious cattle thefts, with the largest loss being five hundred cows stolen in one go.

Since Sunset Town wasn’t one of the affected areas, Wang Bo hadn’t realized how serious the case was. The Dunedin Police had been investigating full-force for weeks, but with no progress, they finally had to call in the task force.