The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

The climate in Tijuana is similar to that in Los Angeles, and both are coastal cities close to the Pacific Ocean.

It was early summer in June, and it was too hot to wear a T-shirt during the day. The streets were full of tourists wearing large Mexican straw hats and local vendors soliciting business.

Jack and Hannah wore short-sleeved T-shirts with sunglasses, with police badges and pistols on their waists, openly showing their identities.

If they were in other countries, they would try to act in plain clothes, at least to cover up their pistols to avoid causing disgust among local people.

After all, although the United States is known as the world's police, not everyone wants to see law enforcement officers from other countries on their own territory, especially in some countries with painful colonial memories.

But Mexico is another matter. Here, drug dealers can walk on the streets openly, while the police have to cover up, even when investigating at the crime scene, they all wear black masks.

As early as the 1970s, the United States had sent law enforcement forces many times, and even used the army to help many South American countries including Mexico to encircle and suppress drug dealers.

"I thought only the police and soldiers who specialize in dealing with drug cartels like you said would worry about being exposed." Hannah pushed open the car door and looked at the Mexican federal police who were still dressed in black from head to toe under the scorching sun.

After leaving the forensic office, they went straight to the Delgado Plaza where the crime occurred, where Jubal and Clay were waiting for them.

"Here, any case may be related to drug cartels." Jack reminded, "Did you forget that we just detected cocaine residues in the child's fingernails."

"But are there drug dealers in Mexico who use sickles as killing tools?" Hannah pretended to be puzzled.

"The only one I know who uses sickles as weapons is the Grim Reaper, but if He does it, it shouldn't leave wounds, but directly harvest souls."

Jack made a joke, and at the same time noticed that the man dressed as a Mexican special police who was talking to Clay not far away looked familiar.

"Is that you?" Jack recognized the other person at a glance, but did not call out his name loudly. Instead, he took two quick steps to get closer and then lowered his voice, "Lieutenant Lopez?" (Chapter 600)

"Jack!" The short and strong man hugged Jack enthusiastically, very hard, "It's so nice to see you again."

Jack was also very happy to see old acquaintances as soon as he arrived in Mexico, but he was more confused, "I thought you had left the country."

When dealing with a drug cartel, Lopez's face was recognized, resulting in a death bounty for his whole family.

After the case was over, the CIA provided him and his family with a full set of identity documents and obtained green cards for his family in a similar way to witness protection.

So in Jack's cognition, this person should have started his new life in the United States a long time ago.

"Now I work for CBP, they need someone who knows more about drug cartel. Now our whole family lives in San Diego, and we don't need to live in fear anymore."

Lopez's eyes were filled with tears. In addition to excitement, he was more grateful to Jack.

If it weren't for the kind FBI helping him, the best outcome would have been that he and the drug lord Doza would have died together.

"Lopez is the person sent by CBP to assist us, and he is also our liaison with the Mexican police." Clay just chatted with Lopez for a while, and now helped to introduce him.

"I'm glad to see that you can still contribute to your country in this way." Jack's words touched Lopez's heart, and he could feel his happiness even through the mask.

"Please follow me." After Jack finished a brief introduction for Hannah, Lopez, a former lieutenant of the Mexican Marine Corps and current CBP agent, made a gesture of invitation and led everyone to a big tree next to the square.

This place has been surrounded by locals and tourists who love to watch the excitement. Mexican special police wearing bulletproof vests and black masks are trying to maintain the blockade.

"The owner of the store next door found the body when he opened the store this morning." Lopez pointed to the hemp rope still hanging on the trunk of the big tree.

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by the crowd watching the excitement outside the cordon, he explained knowingly, "This is considered a tourist area. The public security is usually good. At least there has never been such a situation of hanging corpses for public display."

Hannah took off her sunglasses, looked up and squinted at the crown of the tree that was more than ten meters high, "Since it is so lively here, didn't anyone see how the body was hung up?"

"Even the bustling market square is deserted from early morning to dawn. That is not a time period suitable for good people to appear."

Lopez pointed to the souvenir shops behind the tree, "Before you came, I asked the nearby merchants. The gangs here are still quite law-abiding.

As long as you pay enough protection fees, they are still happy to maintain the order around them. After all, their illegal businesses also need enough tourists to maintain."

Although Tijuana also has good sunshine and beaches, this is what California lacks the least.

The reason why American tourists flock to this city, in addition to low prices and alcohol that attracts teenagers, is naturally the red light district and drug racks.

Therefore, local gangs and drug cartels also tacitly try to stay away from tourist gathering areas. Even if they fight for territory, they will try to choose other places. Of course, this is only under normal circumstances.

Jubal and Jack were one step behind just now. After whispering about the autopsy results, they came over together.

"Since the murderer took advantage of this, it means that he is familiar with the situation nearby and may even live nearby."

Jack looked down at the ground, "But it is obvious that this is not the first scene of the crime. The victim's carotid artery was cut with a knife, and blood would splatter everywhere.

But there are only a few drops under the tree, which means that the blood of the body has been basically drained before it was hung on the tree."

Clay is concerned about another aspect, "Aren't you curious about how the murderer did all this? It is difficult for one person to hang a body so high."

While he was talking, Hannah had easily climbed up to the treetops along the trunk in two or three steps. Hearing this, she looked down at everyone, "What did you say just now?"

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"As if I said nothing." Clay shrugged speechlessly.

"She's a Texas girl," Jack whispered, smiling and giving Hannah a thumbs-up.