The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1117 Weapon
"Coming of age ceremony, right?" Jack roughly understood what was going on. The legal drinking age in California is 21, while in Mexico it is 18.

When they turn 18, these American kids cross the border to Tijuana, get drunk, and some even try some contraband.

"Since the two were traveling together, why did Li die in the end, but Rosie was able to safely cross the border and return home? Does anyone think there is something wrong here?" Aubrey asked.

"Not only that." After briefly investigating Lee Kern's situation, Alice looked up Rosie Bantar's information.

"Interestingly, I noticed that Roxie had a Traveler's Express Pass."

"What is that?" Clay asked confusedly.

“It can be seen as an electronic document used by people who frequently travel back and forth between the U.S. and Mexico borders, which is limited to U.S. citizens, to facilitate quick entry and exit.”

As Alice explained, she entered the CBP database and pulled out a long list of entry and exit records.

"Lee Kern was going to Tijuana for the first time, but Rosie went back and forth almost every week, and each time she went with a different person."

Aubrey raised his eyebrows, showing a smug look that showed that he had seen through everything. "An 18-year-old girl travels back and forth across the border so frequently. You should think the same as I do, right?"

"Drug trafficking?" Jubal frowned. Although he was an experienced FBI agent, as the father of two girls, he would inevitably be affected emotionally every time he saw such things.

"Luckily we landed in San Diego. After we got off the plane, Jiejie and Aubrey went to talk to Rosie, and Clay was in charge of checking the equipment. I hope we won't need these things."

The Most Wanted Criminals Team inherited the fine traditions of the BAU team. After Jubal assigned their respective tasks, except for Alice who was still busy in front of the computer, the others set up a mahjong table in the restaurant area and built a Great Wall by either standing or sitting.
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"Thank you for allowing me to assist in the autopsy, Dr. Granado." Jack pulled over the telescopic hose and carefully rinsed the red pigment off the body.

These red pigments only look a little scary, but they are not difficult to clean and can be easily removed with ordinary water.

According to previous discussions, the seven wanted criminals team split into three groups after landing in San Diego. Jack and Hannah first crossed the border and found the Tijuana Forensic Office.

While cleaning, Jack carefully observed the scars on the surface of the body. It can be seen that most of the scars were caused after death, such as the wrists and arms that were tied with ropes.

However, he had already checked the rope and found it was just a common plastic rope. Mexico was not the United States and did not have a relatively complete criminal database, so he could not expect to match the fibers.

A middle-aged woman in her 50s, whom Jack called Doctor Granado, was examining the wound on the neck of the corpse on the other side of the stainless steel dissection table.

She smiled at Jack when she heard that. Although her expression was blocked by the mask, she could still see the smile lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Actually, I should be the one thanking you for your assistance, Agent Tawalla. Please forgive our current predicament. I'm sure you can see that we are short-staffed and overwhelmed with work."

The middle-aged female forensic doctor spoke very good English, with almost no Spanish accent, and was quite friendly towards the two FBI agents.

Jack certainly understood what she meant. Tijuana is the fourth largest city in Mexico, but its crime rate is second only to Juarez, with an average of nearly 10 homicides per day. Hannah stood far away with her arms folded, watching the two people operate, her beautiful eyes darting around, looking confused.

This Texas girl had dared to join in the fun when the Wolfe brothers were slaughtering cattle and pigs at the farm. Although she had not killed as many people as someone else during her years at the FBI, she had written several shooting reports.

But she still felt uncomfortable when faced with things like autopsies, and this psychological discomfort could not be changed by human will.

Of course, let alone Hannah, even the experienced Jubal or Clay who had been on the battlefield in the team could not chat about what to eat tonight while working with professional forensic doctors like Jack did.

Jack is not born with an antisocial personality. He has simply seen too many of them. He cannot accept corpses that are too disgusting, such as those of giants that are highly decomposed and have a strong smell.

But he has been consciously training his ability in this area, and always brings a team member with him, because only by getting used to corpses can he concentrate and avoid missing out on possible important clues.

Medical examiner Granado glanced at Hannah and said with understanding, "I've been doing this for so many years, and I still feel uncomfortable every time I see a corpse.

Especially for such a young child living in the United States, he should have a brighter future. "

"Maybe." Jack snorted coldly, not targeting the middle-aged female forensic doctor, but scraped out some white powder from between the fingernails of the deceased's right hand.

"Is this... some kind of drug?" Forensic doctor Granado took the glass dish containing the powder, observed it under a lighted desktop magnifying glass, then turned around and took out several portable drug testing kits from the medicine cabinet.

"Leave it to me." Hannah took the initiative to take over this relatively simple task somewhat embarrassedly.

So forensic doctor Granado returned to the dissection table and continued to work. At this time, Jack had already pulled the shadowless lamp just above the head of the corpse.

"It seems that the cause of death has been confirmed. The carotid artery, trachea and larynx were completely severed. No other fatal injuries were found in other parts of the body. The abrasions showed that the deceased was tied up after death."

Medical examiner Granado nodded in agreement, but soon frowned. "But the weapon that caused this kind of injury doesn't seem to be common. The wound tapers from right to left. The depth is limited, but the extended length almost covers half of the deceased's neck."

Jack also leaned down, almost touching heads with the middle-aged female medical examiner. "This shows that the murder weapon has a considerable arc, and the wound is very neat. There is no sign of repeated cutting, and there are no tears on the edge of the skin, so it is definitely not a dagger with serrations."

Granado demonstrated several postures in succession, and finally settled on the one of slitting the throat from behind. "This is the most reasonable way to exert force, but what kind of weapon can cause such a clean wound with just one strike?"

Of course, it is one of the weapons that capitalists fear the most. Jack took off his mask and gloves, picked up the sticky note on the workbench, drew a simple sketch and showed it to the other party.

"Sickle?" The middle-aged female forensic doctor also took off her mask and showed a surprised expression.

At the same time, Hannah's test results came out, "This powder is cocaine."

(End of this chapter)