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Tijuana's climate is similar to that of Los Angeles, and both are coastal cities close to the Pacific Ocean.

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

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

If they were in other countries, they would try to dress in plain clothes, or at least conceal their guns to avoid causing resentment among local people.

After all, although the United States claims to be the world's police, not everyone wants to see law enforcement officers from other countries on their own soil, especially in some countries with painful memories of colonization.

But Mexico is a different story. Here, drug dealers can walk the streets openly, but the police have to hide themselves and wear black masks even when investigating at the crime scene.

As early as the 70s, the United States had sent law enforcement forces many times and even used the army to help several South American countries, including Mexico, to crack down on drug traffickers.

"I thought only the police and soldiers who specialize in dealing with drug cartels like you mentioned would worry about their identities being discovered." 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 medical examiner's office, they headed straight to Plaza Delgado, where the crime had occurred, where Jubal and Clay were already waiting for them.

"Any case here could be linked to a drug cartel," Jack reminded. "Did you forget that we just found traces of cocaine in that kid's fingernails?"

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

"The only one I know of who uses a sickle as a weapon is the God of Death. But if He does it, He probably won't leave wounds, but will directly harvest souls."

Jack made a joke and noticed that the man dressed as Mexican SWAT who was talking to Clay not far away looked familiar.

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

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

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

When he was dealing with a drug cartel, Lopez's face was recognized, resulting in a death bounty being placed on his entire family.

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

Therefore, in Jack's opinion, this man should have started his new life in the United States long ago.

"Now I work for CBP, and they need someone who knows more about drug cartels. Now my whole family lives in San Diego, and we no longer have to live in fear."

There were tears in Lopez's eyes, not only because of excitement, but more because of gratitude to Jack.

If it weren't for the kind-hearted 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. He is also our liaison with the Mexican police." Clay had just chatted with Lopez for a while and helped to introduce him.

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

"Please follow me." After Jack finished a brief introduction to 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.

The place has been surrounded by locals and tourists who love to watch the fun. 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 his shop this morning." Lopez pointed to the hemp rope still hanging on the branch of the tree.

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by the crowd outside the cordon, he explained knowingly, "This is considered a tourist area. The public security is usually pretty good. At least there has never been a case 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's so lively here, didn't anyone see how the body was hung?"

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

Lopez pointed to the souvenir shops behind the big tree and said, “I asked the merchants nearby before you came, and the gangs here are relatively well-behaved.

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

Although Tijuana also has nice sunshine and beaches, this is what California has the most.

The reason why American tourists flock to this city, besides the low prices and the alcohol that attracts teenagers, is of course the red-light district and drug dealers.

Therefore, local gangs and drug cartels have a tacit understanding to stay away from areas where tourists gather. Even if they are fighting for territory, they will try to choose other places. Of course, this is only under normal circumstances.

Jubal and Jack, who had lagged behind just now, walked over together after whispering about the autopsy results.

"Since the murderer took advantage of this, it means he was aware of the situation nearby and might even live nearby."

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

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

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

While he was talking, Hannah had already climbed up the tree trunk in a few steps. Hearing this, she looked down at everyone and asked, "What did you just say?"

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"Just pretend I didn't say anything." Clay shrugged speechlessly.

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