As they watched the three GMC Yukons drive away, the bruised and battered members of the Hanged Gang on the beach helped each other to get up from the ground.

"#$@&!" Hector twisted his arm, which was removed and then reattached by Jack, in pain. He pushed away the woman who wanted to come forward to support him and stood up by himself.

A younger brother came up to his boss with his phone in his hand, glaring at him, "Do you want to contact me?"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked to the ground by Hector, and all kinds of dirty words that were difficult to express in written language burst out, "You idiot, there were only two of them who took action! We have more than 20! Do you want to spread this news to the whole world?"

The angry members of the Hangman Gang rushed forward, but Jack had just knocked down a few of them when Clay took off his bulletproof vest and joined the battle. It took less than ten minutes for the two of them to knock down more than 20 strong men.

Although Clay's explanation was that he was worried that Jack would accidentally fail in a one-on-one fight against a group of enemies, someone knew that this guy was definitely itching to do something.

Because he was in such a good mood after fighting so much, Jack was kind enough to spend some extra time to reattach the wrists or arms of those unfortunate guys whose joints he had dislocated. Jubal and Aubrey took the opportunity to check the tin houses.

Sadly, this gang of hangmen probably got beaten up in vain. Although there was probably a small yam farm in one of the tin houses that produced and sold its own goods, no sickles were found except for some tools such as shovels and scissors.

There was a diesel generator behind the greenhouse, but it ran on regular diesel. Hannah also checked all the Harleys and vehicles on site and found nothing.

No cocaine was found on the gang members. According to their accounts, Delgado Plaza was indeed the territory of the Hangman Gang, and collecting protection fees and selling some masturbation there were the gang's main sources of income.

Therefore, only by maintaining the proper "order" there can their interests be maximized. So not only do they never cause trouble for American tourists, they also prevent some ignorant bastards from making trouble there.

The GMC Yukon had just left Aquila Beach when Lopez, who was waiting on the road with several police cars, came over.

"It looks like you've got the wrong target." The former lieutenant said gloomily, "We just found another body, and it's still an American."

"What identity?" Jack's mood, which had just relaxed a little because of beating someone up, suddenly became worse again. Could it be that they would run into a serial murder case this time?

"A businessman named Robert Miller." Lopez pulled up the ID photo of a middle-aged white man on his phone, who looked to be in his forties or fifties.

"How do you know it's related to Lee Kern's case?" Aubrey curiously took Lopez's phone and looked through the photos of the scene on the back, and then he found the answer himself.

Robert Miller's ID photo showed a middle-aged white man, while the scene photo showed a body covered in black, with both arms chopped off at the elbows and casually thrown aside.

At first glance, one would think it was a charred corpse or an African, but the clothes on the body were intact. A closer look revealed that the body was painted with black paint and something was stuffed in its mouth.

"And this time there were two crime scenes. Mexican police found his car and blood in the parking lot of the dog racing track, and his body was found under an overpass two kilometers away."

Lopez took back his phone and continued to ask, "Should we go to the crime scene first or the body scene?"

Jubal thought for a moment and made the arrangements. "Aubrey and Alice will go back to the hotel to research Robert Mueller's details. Clay, Jiejie, and Hannah will go to the crime scene. Agent Lopez and Jack will go with me to the body scene."

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"The murder method is obviously consistent. The murder weapon is still the sickle. The cause of death is excessive blood loss and suffocation caused by a laceration in the neck." Jack used the flashlight to examine the deceased's neck and then shone it on his severed elbow.

"The method is much more brutal than before. Can it be considered an escalation of violence?" Jubal's experience in serial murders is obviously not as good as Jack's.

"Maybe, but I feel a clear sense of ritual." Jack moved closer to the corpse and smelled a distinct smell of beer.

"The contraction of muscles and blood vessels is not obvious, which means that the arm was chopped off after death. Judging from the jagged tearing of the wound, I tend to think that the tool was a saw, an ordinary carpenter's saw.

Dismemberment and painting were done after the victim's death. I have a feeling that murder and torture were not the murderer's motives, but rather had other purposes."

"A religious ceremony? But this time the bodies were not arranged in a cross and hung up." If Jubal was just not familiar with serial murders, then for Lopez, a former lieutenant of the Mexican Marine Corps, it was a completely new area.

"The deceased's mouth was stuffed with cigars, and beer was forced into his mouth after death. These are typical ritual techniques." Jack paused and added.

"But I can't see what kind of superstitious worship this is. No iconic patterns were found at the two scenes, and the nature of the locations where the bodies were found were also completely different.

Lee Kern's body was hung on display in a public square, under a rarely visited overpass."

Lopez, a Mexican, thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of local cult this was that corresponded to similar ritual sacrifices. It's not because it's rare, but because there are too many similar weird superstitions.

From Satanism to voodoo, Mexico is no less advanced than the United States in this regard due to the "frequent exchanges" between the two countries.

"Is it possible that the murderer originally planned to hang the body under the overpass, but was interrupted by some unexpected factors?" After Jubal said this, he looked up at the bridge deck of the overpass more than 20 meters above the ground, and then overturned this speculation himself.

If you want to hang a body on such a high overpass, the best way is obviously not to hang it up from below, but to hang it down from the bridge deck.

"Ask about the situation at the crime scene and probably will prove my guess." Jack said as he made a video call to Jiejie.

The dog racing track is closer to the overpass, and the three people there have already completed the on-site investigation. Jiejie used her mobile phone to scan the on-site situation for Jack and explained it.

"The left front tire of the Mondeo driven by the victim was punctured. It should be done by the murderer. He ambushed Robert Miller when he leaned over to check."

From the camera captured by Jiejie's mobile phone, it can be seen that the window glass at the driving position of the Mondeo and the outer side of the dark green car body were splattered with traces of arterial blood.

"Are there any other signs of blood?" Jack asked.

Jiejie turned the phone around and shrugged at herself. "It's the same as the previous crime scene. That's all."

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