HLM – Chapter 882 Flying to the Arctic

Charlie looked shocked. “What are you trying to do behind their backs? Even if you’re going out to cheat, you don’t need to go this far, right? Are you crazy?”

Wang Bo glared at him. “Get lost. I’m giving her a surprise!”

Charlie muttered, “Comatose for thirty hours… a surprise… shit… a helicopter… where the hell are you planning to spend Christmas?”

Wang Bo was startled. “You can actually guess what I’m planning?”

Charlie gave a proud laugh. “What’s so hard to guess? So where exactly are you going?”

Wang Bo grinned. “It’s a secret. Just help me.”

“Come on, tell me. It’s not like I’ll tell anyone.”

Unable to stand Charlie’s nagging, Wang Bo finally revealed the answer. Charlie sucked in a breath. “Is there still an empty seat on the plane?”

“Of course. I had someone rent a Boeing 777 for me—forty seats—uh… why are you looking at me like that?” Wang Bo suddenly became wary.

“Shit, man, you really go all out for women! Renting an entire Boeing 777?!” Charlie exclaimed, then said firmly, “Save two seats. I’m bringing Britney. If you’re my brother, you’re giving me two seats!”

Wang Bo said, “That’s fine, but my main focus is the surprise. If there’s no surprise element, taking my plane is pointless for you.”

“Who says I can’t make a surprise of my own?” Charlie snickered. With a flick of his hand, another box of sedatives appeared.

“You bastard!”

“Shut up and get to work. We don’t have much time.”

After lunch, Eva and Dale sleepily blinked and said they were going to nap, then returned to the bedroom.

Wang Bo called in the cowboys to help, carefully carrying the two sleeping girls onto the helicopter.

The helicopter took off and sped toward Christchurch. At Christchurch Airport, a massive, snow-white giant of a plane stood imposingly.

This was the Boeing 777, one of the world’s most luxurious private jets—though calling it a “private jet” was almost an exaggeration, since it was mostly used for passenger aviation.

The Boeing 777 is a long-range, twin-engine wide-body airliner built by Boeing in the United States. It is currently the world’s largest twin-engine wide-body aircraft—famous across the globe and truly a king among airliners.

Its three-class configuration allows 283 to 368 passengers, with a range of 5,235 to 9,450 nautical miles. Converted, that means on a full tank it can fly up to 17,500 kilometers!

Standing beneath it, Wang Bo looked up, face full of awe.

The Boeing 777 has a circular fuselage design, with twelve landing wheels. But this particular aircraft was a business jet—not hundreds of seats, but around forty.

Charlie pushed him. “Hurry up and get on! We need to act now. Time’s tight!”

Wang Bo said, “Don’t rush. New Zealand is in UTC+12, and we’re heading to UTC+2. We’re ten hours ahead of them. I’ve calculated it—when we arrive, it’ll be Christmas Day right on time.”

Once on board, the nearly extravagant luxury of the interior unfolded before them.

There were indeed over forty seats—but were they seats? No—each one was a small bed. Two could even be pushed together to make a big bed!

The plane had a bar, a workout area, a gambling table, even a small library.

Charlie gasped again. “My god, man, you really spared no expense!”

Wang Bo’s rental cost for the plane—for a single trip—was 50,000 NZD, and that was already the lowest price the owner gave out of respect for Bartier.

He chose this plane because it had the longest range among business jets: one full tank could fly 17,000 kilometers. It was also one of the fastest, reaching over 900 km/h.

To create this surprise, Wang Bo really went all in.

The plane took off and pierced the clouds. Charlie wandered around inside and laughed. “Hey, we’ve left New Zealand behind. Feels amazing.”

Wang Bo looked at the sleeping Eva, still worried. “You’re sure the drug is safe?”

Charlie glared. “You don’t trust me? I said it’s fine. Relax. This stuff can even be used as anesthesia. They’re in deep sleep now—when they wake up, they’ll feel completely refreshed.”

Wang Bo eyed him suspiciously. “If it’s so good, why isn’t it on the market?”

Charlie sat beside him. “Some drugs can’t go into civilian markets. First is cost. Second—yeah, there are side effects. But don’t worry, using it once is basically harmless.”

Wang Bo grew uneasy. “What side effects?”

Charlie said, “Not what you’re thinking. For people with mania or depression, this drug is a miracle.”

“But if used too often, it causes dependency. And you know how mania and depression patients are—they’ll use anything that helps them stay alive. They’ll use it frequently.”

Wang Bo said, “As far as I know, their current meds are also addictive.”

Charlie nodded. “Yes, but they’re cheaper. This drug is expensive. If they get addicted, they can’t afford it. And when they can’t afford it, what will they do? Crime, prostitution, or worse. So, it can’t enter the market yet.”

The flight was incredibly long—from the Southern Hemisphere to the Northern Hemisphere, practically from the Antarctic to the Arctic.

They needed to fly 18,000 kilometers, over twenty hours. They stopped in Hong Kong for resupply—water, fuel, materials.

Wang Bo had arranged everything in advance. The plane landed, the pilots rotated, supplies were loaded, and they took off again.

When they left Sunset Town, it was almost 2 a.m. UTC+2. When they reached Christchurch, it was 4 a.m. UTC+2.

Resupply took an hour and a half. By the time they reached their destination, it was already the 25th in UTC+2 time zone.

The airport near the Arctic was in polar night—pitch-black skies.

And, by luck or misfortune, it was snowing. The airport was preparing to close and told them to land elsewhere.

Wang Bo panicked. He had paid so much to prepare this surprise for Eva—he couldn’t let everything collapse at the final moment.

Charlie used his connections. He contacted the local embassy through the plane’s radio. The airport finally agreed to open for them, and they landed safely in the wind and snow.

By now, Christmas festivities had already begun in New Zealand. Wang Bo stood at the plane door, looking at the swirling snow, finally letting out a breath.

From this moment on, encountering heavy snow was good news for him.