John led Bemus to the location of the sound.

A man was sitting on a chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, wearing a black jacket on his upper body, with his back to John and the others.

"Hello, we are policemen. Because of some special reasons, we..." Bemus didn't know what to say.

After all, if you break into someone else's territory, then this boss can take them to court and take their hats off your head.

And they will guarantee that they will never give up on this hat again, and there will even be even more severe punishments.

"We are from the headquarters of the Clinton Police Department. My name is John, a sheriff. This is my assistant, Officer Bemus." John walked towards the money one step, and after introducing himself, he briefly introduced Bemus.

"Self John...Officer Bemus... Then, why are you breaking in without my permission?" The figure turned around and faced John and the others faced each other.

It was a middle-aged face, with serious eyebrows and a scar on the corner of his mouth. He was Mike, the underworld.

Unlike Mike's previous appearance, he is now wearing a mask, after all, his face is inconvenient to contact John.

"It seems that you are the new owner of this boxing ring?" John patted Bemus on the back and signaled Bemus not to be too nervous.

Mike, the underworld, looked at John calmly: "So what? So what? What you have to solve now is the sin of your private invasion of my place."

"What do you want?" John was not afraid at all. He could have died once. What else could he be afraid of?

Bemus was a little nervous. He obviously did something wrong at home, but why did the boss speak so arrogantly, as if he did not do anything wrong.

"You are very brave, why don't you just stop working as a policeman and follow me! I guarantee you have money." Mike, the underworld, asked tentatively.

He wanted to see what John would think of the profession of police after losing Mike.

"Sorry, I'm not a policeman for money." John is not short of money at all. With his current ability, he can't be short of money without anything.

"What's that for?" Mike asked, sucking a cigarette.

"In the past, to punish sins, now to inherit one's dreams," said John.

Mike often mentioned to him that its dream was to be a police chief, and now that Mike is dead, John is willing to inherit his dream.

"Dream? Hehe." Mike laughed at the underworld: "It's interesting, I can tell you your purpose, and I can leave it alone."

"Learn who the new boss is, and then get his body back." John took out a photo of Mike and him from his pocket.

"Ah?" Bemus was stunned. Didn't he just know who the new boss is? What the hell was he holding the body?

"The boss is me. You have investigated this clearly. As for the corpse?" Mike knocked the table with his fingers.

John put the photo on the table.

Mike, the underworld pretended to pick up the photo, looked carefully and said, "So it's him."

"Where is his body?" John was quite excited. It was obvious that the new boss knew about Mike's body.

"You can see the family photo of my drawer, too." Mike, the underworld, blew up the ashes: "That was taken from him. Before I could deal with it, I threw it in the drawer."

Mike, the underworld, took the initiative to explain the origin of the family photo in the drawer, but John and the others did not ask him the origin of the family photo.

"As for the corpse, I'm sorry." Mike, the underworld, stened out the cigarette butts: "I'll use it for cremation."

"Where is the ashes?" John was stunned at first, and then asked where Mike's ashes were.

John had long thought about the answer from the boss in front of him. After all, they were gangsters, and this is how they dealt with the corpses.

At that time, Mike did not wear a police uniform, nor did he bring any identity certificates. It would be nice if the underworld didn't throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

"I am not bad. I keep his ashes just in case someone comes back to find him." Mike Mike said, and picked up the table and started dialing.

Ring ~~

"Well, take that person's ashes, and right away." Mike, the underworld, hung up the phone after he gave the order.

"I have sent someone to take the ashes. Is there anything else?" Mike, the underworld, was meant to expel them.

John shook his head and then bowed to the boss of the boxing ring: "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. By the way, there is another thing, I'll give it to you." Mike, the underworld, turned around and opened the secret wall behind him, took out a letter and handed it to John.

John took the letter in confusion, and he didn't know why he wanted to send him a letter.

"This seems to be his will. I have opened it and read it." Mike Mike, who saw John's confusion, explained.

John opened the envelope. The first thing he saw was confirming his handwriting, which was really Mike's handwriting.

Letter: Hi John, seeing this letter means I am dead. Don’t worry, hell won’t accept me, I’ve gone to heaven…

The letter shows Mike's self-deprecation to himself, and what he wants to say to his wife and children and John.

"Thank you again sir." John's tone was even more respectful, and the boss of the boxing ring helped him a lot.

Dong! Dong! Dong! There was a sound outside the door.

"Come in." Mike shouted.

A strong man in black came over with a wooden box. The box was black and the size of two adults' palms.

"Give it to him." Mike, the underworld, glanced at John.

The strong man in black handed the urn in his hand to John.

John took the urn and it was about two or three pounds.

John was not surprised by this. After all, the crematorium usually only sweeps out part of the ashes and puts it in the urn, and does not put all the residue in it.

"Okay, I've given you what I should give, you're fine." Mike, the underworld, said, lighting a cigarette again.

John shook his head: "Thank you very much, sir, what is your name?"

"I won't bother Sheriff John to remember my nickname just for a little matter." Mike from the underworld rejected John.

John had no choice but to nod, and with gratitude in his eyes, he turned around and left. Bemus hurriedly followed.

"Boss, do you want to sue them?" asked the strong man in black next to him.

"No, you can go down." How could Mike Mike do such a thing? He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to go down, staying alone in the room and smoking.

Outside

John opened the Shadow Kingdom and took Bemus back to the alley next to the boxing ring.

"This ability is so cool." Bemus said excitedly.

"Wait for a moment, you go back to the police station by yourself. I'm going to take a leave in the afternoon." John looked at the time and was about to get off work, and he happened to have something to do in the afternoon.

"Oh OK!" Bemus quickly answered, then glanced at the urn in John's hand, and asked curiously: "When it comes to Sheriff John, whose ashes is this?"
Chapter completed!