Marvel Twelve Amulet

John led Bemus to the place of the voice.

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

"Hello, we are the police, because of some special reasons, so we..." Bemus didn't know what to say.

After all, if you break into someone else’s territory, the boss can take them to court and get their hats off their heads.

And it is guaranteed that they will never wear this hat again, and there will even be more severe punishments.

"We are at the headquarters of the Clint Police Department. My name is John, a sergeant. This is my assistant, Officer Bemus." John took a step towards Qian, and briefly introduced Bemus after introducing himself.

"Sergeant John...Sergeant Bemus...Then, please, you broke in without my permission. Why is this?" The figure turned around, facing John and the others.

It was a middle-aged face with seriousness between his brows and a scar on the corner of his mouth. He was Mike the Sopranos.

Unlike Mike's previous appearance, he now puts on a mask, after all, his face is not convenient for contact with John.

"It looks like you are the new owner of this boxing ring?" John patted Bemus on the back, motioning Bemus not to be too nervous.

The underworld Mike looked at John calmly: "So what? No so? The first thing you have to solve now is your sin of breaking into my premises."

"Then what do you want?" John was not afraid at all. He could be considered dead once, what else could he be afraid of.

Bemus was a little nervous, it was obvious that he had done something wrong, why the boss's tone was so dragging, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"You are very courageous, or just stop being a police officer and follow me! Make sure you have money." Soprano Mike asked tentatively.

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

"Sorry, I am not a policeman for money." John is not short of money at all. With his current Ability, it is impossible to lack money without anything.

"What's that for?" Soprano Mike asked, taking a breath.

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

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

"Dream? Haha." Soprano Mike laughed: "Interesting, tell your purpose, I can forget the past."

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

"Huh?" Bemus was dumbfounded, didn't he just need to know who the new boss is? What the hell is taking a corpse?

"The boss is me. You have investigated this clearly. As for the corpse?" Soprano Mike tapped his finger on the table.

John put the photo on the table.

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

"Where is his body!" John was more excited, it was obvious that the new boss knew about Mike's body.

"You have seen the family portrait in my drawer, too." Mike the Sopranos flicked the soot: "That was taken from him. I didn't have time to deal with it, so I just threw it in the drawer."

Mike the Sopranos took the initiative to explain the origin of the family portrait of the drawer, but John and the others did not ask him the source of the family portrait.

"As for the corpse, I'm sorry." Soprano Mike pinched out the cigarette butt: "I took it for cremation."

"Where are the ashes?" John was taken aback for a moment, and then asked where Mike's ashes had gone.

John had already thought about the answer of the boss in front of him, after all, they were gangsters, and that's how they handled the corpse.At that time Mike didn't wear a police uniform, nor did he bring any identification. It would be nice if the underworld people didn't throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

"I'm a pretty good person. I kept his ashes just in case someone comes back to look for him." Mike Sopranos finished speaking, picked up the table and began to dial.

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"Well, take that person's ashes, right away, right away." After finishing the instructions, Mike the underworld hung up the phone.

"I have sent someone to bring the ashes, is there anything else?" Mike the underworld meant to expel them.

John shook his head, then bowed to the ring boss: "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. By the way, I have one more thing. I will bring it to you." Soprano Mike turned and opened the secret compartment behind him, took out a letter, and handed it to John.

John took the letter suspiciously. He didn't know why he wanted to send him a letter.

"This seems to be his will, I have taken it apart and read it." When Mike saw John's doubts, he explained it.

John then opened the envelope, his first glance was to confirm the handwriting, it was really Mike's handwriting.

Letter: Hi~ John, when you see this letter, it means I'm dead, don't worry, hell won't accept me, I went to heaven...

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

"Thank you again, sir." John said with more respect, and the ring boss helped him a lot.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Mike the Sopranos shouted.

A strong man in black came up carrying a wooden box, which was black and had the palms of two adults.

"Give it to him." Sopranos Mike glanced at John.

The strong man in black gave John the urn in his hand.

John took the urn, which was about two or three catties.

John was not surprised by this. After all, the cremation furnace worker usually only sweeps a part of the ashes and puts it in the cinerary casket, and does not put all the residue in it.

"Okay, I've given you what should be given, are you okay?" Soprano Mike reignited a cigarette and said.

John shook his head, "Thank you very much, sir. What is your name?"

"Just a trivial matter, don't bother. Sheriff John will remember my nickname." Mafia Mike rejected John.

John could only nod his head, with gratitude in his eyes, then turned and left, and Bemus hurried to follow.

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

"No, you can go down." How could Mike the underworld do such a thing, wave his hand to go down, and stay alone in the room to smoke.

Outside

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

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

"Wait for Bemus, you can go back to the police station by yourself. I'm going to ask for a leave in the afternoon." John checked the time and he was about to get off work now. He had something to do in the afternoon.

"Oh good!" Bemus quickly replied, then glanced at the urn in John's hand, and asked curiously: "Speaking of Sheriff John, whose ashes are this?"

"This?" John smiled again: "This is a respectable hero."

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