HLM -Chapter 835 The Clever Queen Bee

For the first time ever, Wang Bo hoped the victims were illegal miners—then he could go over and watch the commotion. But according to the caller, the people trapped were tourists, so he had to rush over for rescue immediately.

Sirens blared as three police cars, carrying rescue equipment, sped toward the mining area.

On the way, Wang Bo sighed. “Uncle Bing, don’t you think our workload is getting too heavy?”

Uncle Bing kept his hands steady on the steering wheel and chuckled. “Not really. I think it’s pretty relaxed. Life like this is comfortable.”

Wang Bo shook his head, having made up his mind. “When we get back, I’m expanding our entire team immediately— a Management Committee, a Supervisory Committee, an Audit Committee (Investigators), an Education Committee, plus the Police Department and the Tax Office. On top of that, a Fire Department. This whole setup needs to be built. What do you think?”

Uncle Bing shrugged. “I listen to the boss.”

Wang Bo laughed. Having such subordinates was truly wonderful.

The saying three days without clear skies, three feet without flat land might as well have been written for New Zealand. Though the country wasn’t big, its geology was complex—especially on the South Island, full of mountains and hills, rising and falling unevenly.

Because of this, earthquakes visited frequently, and heavy rains were possible all year round. These natural and geological conditions meant that most places in New Zealand faced the threat of landslides.

The arrival of the tropical cyclone inevitably brought landslides with it. Sunset Town had experienced such disasters before, but he never paid attention—because no one lived at the foot of the mountain, and there were no farms or ranches, the damage had always been minimal.

Of course, past landslides had been small. Landslides varied in scale—from massive ones stretching several kilometers and triggering mudflows, to something as small as a single rock tumbling down a hillside. All of these counted as landslides in New Zealand.

Along the way, he opened the terrain simulation and took a look. This time, the landslide wasn’t large. It probably had no warning and happened quickly, frightening the people caught in it.

At the foot of the mountain, a patch of gravel had slid down with the mudflow and smashed the front of a car.

He looked carefully—there were no signs of injuries.

When the cars arrived at the mining area, Uncle Bing ordered them to stop. The storm had just ended—no one knew whether another landslide might happen, so they couldn’t get too close.

After getting out, the experienced Uncle Bing began giving instructions: “Atulu, you go with the boss to check the car. The caller says someone is trapped inside. Evacuate them immediately.”

“Conely, Gerard, you two follow me up the mountain. On the way, if you see rocks or soil above you—or uphill from you—even slightly moving, don’t gamble on it stopping. Run immediately!”

“You must understand—once a landslide starts, the chance it stops on its own is very small. Don’t wait until a rock hits your head to regret it.”

Conely nodded. “I trained for disaster rescue at the police academy. I should be fine.”

Uncle Bing nodded. “Good. Watch out for secondary landslides. Let’s move.”

Wang Bo pointed at Gerard. “Gerald, you and Atulu check the car. I’ll head up the mountain.”

Uncle Bing wanted to object, but Wang Bo shook his head. “No time to argue. I’m the boss. Listen to me.”

The two people trapped in the car waved desperately for help. Atulu, with his big round belly, carefully waded over through the muddy stones. He tried the doors, but both sides were jammed.

Inside, the people shouted in panic, “It won’t work! The car’s crushed! The windows can’t roll down—it’s stuck!”

Uncle Bing picked up a rock and swung twice—clang, clang!—shattering the window. He put on gloves, cleaned away the shards, and said coldly, “Get out.”

The car owner winced. “Oh my god… the window glass is expensive…”

Atulu snapped impatiently, “Are you stupid? Let the insurance company pay for it! How would they know it was us who broke it?”

A middle-aged man and woman crawled out. The man immediately took out his phone to take photos, but Uncle Bing shoved him along.

“I need pictures for insurance,” the man protested. “They won’t reimburse without proof!”

“You need to stay alive to make a claim first,” Uncle Bing said icily.

Meanwhile, Wang Bo’s climb up the mountain was treacherous. There were two groups involved—two cars below, belonging to a couple who had been looking for gold ore at the foot of the mountain. When they saw the landslide, they tried to escape but got stuck.

And three more people were up on the slope. They had climbed trees when rocks began shifting around them and didn’t dare come down, so they called emergency services.

The gold mining area had large exposed rock formations. Smaller stones and gold-bearing gravel had long been taken by people, which actually reduced the danger of this landslide.

Uncle Bing tested a path up the mountain. Wang Bo saw stones shifting under his feet and quickly opened the terrain simulation to stabilize the area.

Conely also noticed. “Watch your footing!” he warned.

Uncle Bing pressed down with both hands, signaling them not to worry. He smiled. “This rock was loose earlier. Not related to the landslide.”

The stones in the mining area were solid—no safety issues. Wang Bo motioned for the three trapped people to come down.

The three young men clung to the tree like giant skewered candied fruits. Thankfully, they reacted fast—if they had been swept away by the mudflow, the consequences would’ve been disastrous.

Without needing any special rescue measures, everyone returned safely down the mountain.

Wang Bo scolded them, “Do you not value your lives? The tropical cyclone just left—and you come to the mines? What if it turned back?”

A blond youth said awkwardly, “We thought the storm would wash some gold ore loose… We just wanted to pick some up. We didn’t expect this kind of disaster!”

“Luckily we climbed the tree fast enough,” another blond youth added with lingering fear.

Wang Bo then sealed off the mining area and asked Elizabeth to quickly make a few signs saying things like “Danger: Unstable Slopes.”

Next came post-disaster reconstruction. Things were extremely busy. The storm’s destruction had been massive—Flower Road was almost completely wiped out. Driving past it made his heart heavy.

Trees along the roadside had been uprooted, flowerbeds severely damaged, and many areas had no flowers left—just broken stems and chaos everywhere.

Then he saw the beekeeper, Tatak, sitting by the road. His heart tightened, and he hurried over.

“Buddy, are you alright? During the storm—where were you?”

Tatak blinked slowly and replied in a muffled voice, “I hid inside the hive.”

“The hive? What about it? Was it blown away?”

Tatak sniffed. “No… but the bees drowned.”

He brought Wang Bo to see it. It wasn’t as bad as he feared—the hive, built around a tent structure, was placed in a smart location. The bees had chosen well—two hills shielded it from the wind.

So even in the violent storm, the hive remained intact.

Unfortunately, the terrain was low, and rainwater flooded in, drowning the bees in the lower section of the hive.