HLM -Chapter 824 A Restless Night

After penalizing eight people in a row, it was nearly midnight. Feeling tired, Wang Bo signaled for everyone to call it a day.

The group immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Working this late into the night was truly exhausting.

Driving along the road, he noticed there were very few cars heading toward the castle. During the day, some cars passed through on their way to the lakeside beach, but now that it was midnight, there were none.

Driving like this was boring, so Wang Bo opened the sand table out of habit, checking on his territory.

Following the main road, he checked from the animal farm first, then headed east toward the gold mine.

As he zoomed in, a beam of light flickered across the screen. His alertness instantly spiked, and he focused carefully on the mining area.

What he saw next made him irritated: three pickup trucks were parked at the foot of the mountain, loaded with mining equipment. Not far up the slope, buzzing sounds echoed through the mine; more than a dozen people were working busily, flashlights flickering here and there.

There was no need to guess—it was gold thieves.

“Damn it!” Wang Bo cursed.

He was almost at the castle, and now he had to turn back. Worse, his men had probably just taken off their clothes to rest; calling them back for overtime would definitely bring grumbling.

But this wasn’t something he could ignore. It had to be dealt with seriously. So he pulled out his phone and called one person after another:

“Gather up. Emergency mission. We received a report—someone’s stealing from the gold mine!”

As expected, complaints rang out through the phone:

“My god, there are still people stealing gold at this hour? These thieves are too dedicated!”

“Can’t we get a good night’s sleep? Life’s hard enough already—why torment us at night too?”

“Beat the hell out of these damn thieves! My wife is coming along—with people disrupting our private time, she says we have to be ruthless!”

Uncle Bing had already gone home, and the helicopter was parked at the castle, so they couldn’t use it for this operation. Wang Bo needed a solid plan to catch all the thieves.

Driving cautiously, he approached the area. From the sand table, he could see that these people were extremely vigilant. Someone was even standing on top of a truck as lookout, using an infrared binocular.

Car engines emitted a lot of heat—easy targets for infrared detection.

Wang Bo had a headache. He parked far away, thinking about how to solve this problem.

But fortune was on his side tonight. The lookout got down after a while to take a dump, casually placing the binoculars on the hood.

Wang Bo didn’t hesitate—he quietly drove up, snatched the binoculars, and tossed them into his car.

When the lookout returned and realized the binoculars were missing, he turned on a flashlight and began searching while muttering.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Wang Bo slowly moved closer to the thieves.

Uncle Bing’s son, Conely, and Atulu each approached with their own cars as well. After confirming everyone was in position, Wang Bo gave the order:

Sound the sirens and surround them.

The moment the sirens blared, chaos erupted on the mountain. The thieves abandoned stealth entirely; two pickup trucks switched on their headlights and fled in two directions.

Fortunately, the police had four vehicles—two against one. They knew the terrain much better, and quickly closed in on the fleeing trucks.

Wang Bo was about to order the takedown when he suddenly remembered—he’d earlier seen three trucks. He immediately checked the sand table again.

Sure enough, a third truck was escaping. It was moving slowly through the uneven terrain with no headlights and no talking. The truck bed was full of mining equipment—they were quietly slipping away.

Wang Bo instantly understood.

The two trucks flashing lights had no stolen gold-mining equipment aboard. Even if caught, they could claim they were just trying their luck at night.

And why at night? Not the police’s problem. Anyone could claim to enjoy searching for gold stones at night.

“Clever bastards. But no matter how clever you are, can you outsmart a pro like me?”

Wang Bo cursed and called Conely, who was driving the Ghost Car:

“Direction at nine o’clock. Speed up and get over here. There’s another truck escaping—catch it first!”

The Ghost Car required strong light to reveal its ghastly apparition. But since the thieves weren’t using headlights, they couldn’t possibly see the ghostly figures.

Wang Bo decided to assist.

Driving the Predator, which had an extremely powerful high beam, he accelerated, closed in behind the escaping pickup, and radioed Conely to position the Ghost Car ahead of it.

But that wasn’t even necessary—the Predator’s engine noise alone was loud enough to alert the thieves. Combined with the lights, the pickup knew instantly they’d been exposed.

So escape was the only option. They sped up.

But in the darkness, visibility was terrible—they couldn’t drive too fast. The driver, going all-in, finally turned on his high beams.

The moment the high beams came on, two ghastly pale ghost faces appeared—horrifying apparitions of the Ghost Car.

The thieves froze in terror, screams erupting inside the truck.

They were even more unfortunate than the drivers on the road—they’d never heard of the Ghost Car legend, and they happened to turn on their lights at the worst possible moment. The shock was much greater.

Wang Bo wanted to help by pushing the truck via the sand table, but the terrain was too uneven. The truck jolted violently; the frightened driver instinctively slammed the brakes and twisted the steering wheel hard, and then—

BOOM!

The pickup truck overturned.

Luckily, since they were driving slowly earlier, the rollover wasn’t dangerous. At most, they would tumble around and get some bruises, nothing serious.

“Too bad for you,” Wang Bo muttered.

He drove the Predator over, shining the blinding headlights on the overturned truck.

“I’m the sheriff of Sunset Town! Everyone inside, come out with your hands on your head! Squat down on the ground!”

Four burly men crawled out trembling. One bald man shouted:

“There’s a ghost! Officer, there’s a ghost here!”

Wang Bo got out with handcuffs, sneering:

“Of course there are ghosts—you greedy ghosts!”

The four hurriedly argued:

“No, no, not us—it was the truck earlier! Behind us, there were ghosts!”

“I swear to God! I saw them! Two of them!”

“One of them even smiled at me. May the Virgin forgive me—I saw them smile!”

Of the other two fleeing trucks, only one was caught. The last one escaped recklessly.

Uncle Bing sighed:

“That guy was insane—going a hundred kilometers per hour on such rough terrain! I wanted to chase him, but I wasn’t lucky like him. It’s a miracle he didn’t flip the truck!”

They caught two trucks, one of them full of core personnel. Missing one wasn’t too bad. Safety came first during late-night operations.

Out of a dozen, they caught seven. Not a bad haul.

Wang Bo tossed them into the holding cells, said, “Get a lawyer,” and dismissed the team again.

The group scattered once more—completely exhausted.

What a restless night indeed.