I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Leonard was also getting anxious:

"No! Absolutely not! I would never call the police!"

If Donovan were handling this, everything would be under control.

Although Donovan is ruthless, he does his job when he gets paid.

If it were someone else, who knows what would have happened.

Donovan realized that it probably wasn't Leonard who called the police.

At that moment, a group of police officers got out of the car aggressively, and the one leading them was none other than Mike, who had no expression on his face!

What a huge problem!

Donovan was at his wit's end and had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"Hey Mike, you've crossed the line. This is my territory, not yours."

Mike squinted and said:

"Listen up, Donovan! I don't care what you do normally, but you'd better not interfere today!"

Donovan, of course, was not going to step aside.

If other sheriffs acted recklessly in his jurisdiction right in front of him, it would make him a laughingstock within the NYPD.

A coward can't be a stable sheriff.

But before he could speak, Mike gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"These scumbags kidnapped my daughter!"

Donovan stopped and looked at Leonard in disbelief.

MF!

Are you all crazy?

They actually kidnapped Mike's daughter!

Why are you all so crazy and dragging me into this?!

Leonard sensed something was wrong, but his mind was completely blank.

Who is Mike's daughter?

It was clearly just a minor incident of murder while drunk, so how did it get involved with the sheriff's daughter?

Finished!

This is a huge mess!

Donovan decisively raised his hand, stepping aside:

"OK! I'm leaving this place to you today!"

Since it involves Mike's daughter, it's not simply a matter of overstepping boundaries or saving face.

Every police officer can understand Donovan's actions—he was helping his comrades save his own family.

Donovan's partner also said nothing, rationally standing aside and indicating that he was not involved.

Anyway, so much time has passed, the ledgers must have been moved.

They won't speak up for Leonard unless it involves them.

After Donovan backed down, Mike had complete control of the situation.

"Boss, there might be a misunderstanding here..." Before Leonard could finish speaking, Mike punched him in the chin, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Other gang members didn't dare to fight back.

Drawing your gun in front of a group of fully armed police officers is tantamount to suicide.

They're just slackers who work nightclubs, earning only a few dollars a month. Why risk their lives?

Mike roared:

"Everyone down, don't move! Hands behind your heads!"

A group of people lay down on the ground and were handcuffed one by one by the police.

"Go in and investigate!"

A tall, burly policeman kicked open the bar door and rushed inside.

"Everyone stay still!"

Mike opened his leather jacket, stretched his wrists, and then walked coolly into the bar.

Mike's sudden appearance caught Kane off guard, who had originally intended to brush things off.

The police stormed into the bar like wolves, and the situation completely spiraled out of control, exposing everything that had been simply hidden.

Large quantities of additives, multiple unlicensed gun owners or possessing illegal firearms, illegal detention... The detained middle school students have been found.

Mike looked at his grinning daughter, his anger completely uncontrollable.

"Drag Leonard over here!" His voice was like that of a visitor from hell, sinister and terrifying.

Soon, Leonard was thrown at Mike's feet.

boom!

A bottle of liquor was smashed directly on Leonard's head. Blood and alcohol mingled together, and Leonard groaned as he regained consciousness.

Mike put on gloves, brazenly took a bag of white powder from the captured enhancement agents, and shoved it into Leonard's hand.

After confirming that Leonard's fingerprints were on the evidence, another officer grinned as he put it away.

"you are done."

Leonard finally realized what was happening and angrily said:

"MF! You framed me! This isn't mine!"

Mike sneered:

"It was clearly found on you."

Just then, a short, pale-faced Black man stepped forward and mustered his courage to say:

"I can testify that you're framing Leonard; this is my merchandise!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hands, waiting for the handcuffs:

"My name is John! Come and get me!"

His face was filled with a strange, sacrificial light, as if he were dedicating himself to something great.

I'm finally going to become a full member of the gang!

Leonard laughed triumphantly.

"Trying to play this game with me, huh?" Mike sneered.

Several police officers immediately dragged John to a corner and began punching and kicking him.

Leonard watched this scene with a cold expression.

Little John initially tried his best not to cry out, but the pain became too much, and he couldn't help but scream.

Finally, when he got desperate, he even kicked a policeman.

The policeman revealed six gleaming white teeth and smiled from the bottom of his heart:

"He assaulted a police officer!"

boom!

The big leather shoe kicked John hard in the stomach, and John immediately vomited and passed out.

Donovan walked into the Stinger bar and saw the scene before him; his face turned very ugly.

Regardless, this is his territory, and letting Mike run rampant here is like stepping on his face.

Donovan shouted angrily:

"Enough, Mike! Take him back for questioning. Don't use excessive force here! Otherwise, I'm calling headquarters!"

Mike ignored him completely and gave a cold snort:

"Suit yourself. Keep searching!"

Before long, even more illegal items were found.

On the third floor in particular, a large number of strange medicines were found, as well as a small, dark interrogation room.

Suddenly, a policeman came downstairs excitedly and handed Mike a black leather notebook:

"Boss, look! Something good!"

Mike glanced at it; it was full of transaction figures, without any specific names, using only cryptic nicknames.

Ledger!

Internal ledgers!

Mike was finally satisfied.

Leonard's face instantly turned ashen, and he stammered:

"What, what, what are you still doing here!"

Donovan immediately recognized what this was, and his face changed color:

"Fuck!"

If it contains your own records, it will cause big trouble.

He cursed Leonard in his heart, calling him a piece of trash who couldn't even hide a simple ledger properly after all this time.

Then, plop!

Kane was dragged in by two policemen like a dead dog:

"This kid jumped off a building to escape, but broke his leg, hahaha!"

"Useless!" Leonard's lips trembled with anger.

Mike's face was cold, but he was secretly overjoyed.

Not only did they rescue Debbie, they also stole the credit!

While the accusation of using enhancers might be considered commonplace, the ledger alone was enough to put Leonard to death.

He might even find something to use against Donovan!

"Go! Take them all away!" Without saying a word, Mike ordered his men to drag Kane, John Jr., and Leonard away.

Donovan quickly intervened:

"Hey Mike! I think we need to talk!"

Mike said with a smile:

"No problem, but I'm very busy tonight, you'll have to wait until I'm done before you call..."

Finished? Once you're done, the evidence will be stored! By then, it'll be too late!

Donovan was furious, but he could only say in a humble voice:

"Perhaps there's a better way, isn't there...?"

Just then, two or three more police cars arrived at the scene.

Mike's expression changed, and he said incredulously:

"Donovan, did you call headquarters? Are you crazy?"

He couldn't understand why Donovan would do this.

You already had the situation under control, and you could make a deal with both sides to lure others in. What good would that do you?

Donovan was completely stunned, overwhelmed by a series of unexpected events.

The police car door opened, and a high heel stepped onto the rain-soaked ground without hesitation.

Snapped!

Immediately afterwards, a policewoman got out of the car with her head held high.

She had thin lips and held her neck high, which made her look very arrogant, but she had a figure like a supermodel. Even an ordinary police uniform looked like a runway on her.

Isabella Rossi!

It was that bitch!

Mike's face darkened.

Isabella Rossi, the second-in-command of the IAB.

The IAB, the Internal Affairs Division of the New York Police Department, consists of police military police, and is the most hated group of officers by all NYPD officers.

Mike glared angrily at Donovan:

"You traitor! You actually betrayed us and joined the Gestapo of the IAB!"

The other police officers also showed expressions of anger.

Any police officer who colludes with the IAB will be considered a traitor to the entire police department.

Even Donovan's partner showed a hint of panic in his eyes, as if to defend himself, "Believe me, I didn't report it."

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Isabella, wearing high heels, ignored the puddles and walked straight up to Mike. The scene fell silent as everyone stared at her.

Isabella looked down at the disfigured little John.

"Ha. What a pathetic child." Isabella sneered, stepping on little John and wiping the stains from his high heels with his clothes before staring at Mike:

"Our Sheriff Mike is truly ruthless!"

Mike's face turned ashen.