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

"Anna Sofia? Don't be nervous, FBI, I'm Agent Jennifer Jean, can we come in?" Although Jiejie's Spanish is not as fluent as Jack's, she has no problem handling daily conversations.

“My name is Anna Sofia and I speak English.”

The woman's expression relaxed a little, but she was still a little nervous. Her eyes involuntarily looked at the ground while she spoke. The chubby little boy beside her had already hid behind his mother in fear, only daring to show half of his head.

"That's great, thank you." Jiejie put the assault rifle in her hand behind her back, and the other three people made similar movements.

"Mom, what are these people doing here?" The boy's chubby face was full of fear, but as Jack produced a lollipop in his hand like a magic trick, his eyes suddenly became clear, just like a cat seeing cat strips.

"They just came to ask their mother a few questions." A Mexican woman named Ana Sofia touched her son's head and whispered to comfort him.

Hannah took the lollipop from Jack, spun it in her hands, and smiled at the little boy. "Your name is Arturo, right? Do you want to try the racing game on my phone?"

"plz follow me."

With a slightly worried expression, Anna Sofia watched the little boy follow Hannah into the dining room connected to the kitchen, and then led the other three FBI agents into the living room.

Jack observed the furnishings in the room out of habit. Although the carpet on the floor was relatively cheap, it was very clean. Some of the various home appliances looked old, but they were all available.

Dishwashers, vertical ovens, water heaters, and large LCD TVs are household appliances that are must-haves in American households, but this is Mexico.

"What exactly happened?" Although she had a slight accent, the woman's spoken English was quite good.

Unlike the friendliness that Jiejie and Hannah showed at the beginning, Jack played the role of "bad cop", so he did not answer but asked, "What do you think? You should know what the FBI does, right?"

"American police." Anna Sofia looked a little embarrassed. "I didn't know the FBI was involved in this kind of thing. Was it his American wife who found you?"

Jiejie raised her thin eyebrows slightly, "So you know that Robert Miller has a family in Arizona?"

The four of them discussed this issue on the way here. Generally speaking, young mistresses who are kept are unlikely to take the initiative to have children. Judging from the boy's age, Anna Sofia was probably less than 20 years old when she gave birth to him.

Therefore, they all agreed that their relationship was not a relationship of support in the general sense, but a de facto marriage.

But Anna Sofia's behavior at this time was somewhat unexpected to everyone, and it was obvious that she was not completely unaware of this.

"That happened almost half a year ago." The woman's face showed a sense of relief, but also a hint of resentment.

"His old company sent him a severance check and some paperwork that listed his wife and two sons in Arizona, so I found out everything."

"It sounds like you had an argument?" Clay asked, carefully observing the woman's expression.

Micro-expression analysis is a brand new skill that the former Navy SEAL has not yet mastered, so being studious, he never gives up this rare learning opportunity.

After all, most of his teammates are old hands. Jubal is experienced and has always managed his facial expressions well. Jack and Jiejie are too skilled and often deliberately mislead him.

As for the remaining three, Hannah has always been simple-minded and has no difficulty, so she cannot gain experience. Aubrey and Alice are just right, but they always stick together now, so if you get close to them, you need to be prepared to eat a lot of dog food.

"Of course." Anna Sofia still gritted her teeth when she talked about it. "We had a fight and he admitted everything."

"But?" Jiejie motioned for her to continue.

"But my son needs a father, so we reconciled." After saying this with a little difficulty, the woman lowered her head subconsciously.

"It sounds like you still hold a grudge against him?" Clay asked tentatively.

"Maybe." Anna Sofia suddenly realized something was wrong. "You didn't come here for this, right? You came here for Robert. What did he do?"

Jie Jie glanced at Jack, and when she saw him nod slightly, she said softly, "I'm sorry, your husband Robert Miller was murdered tonight."

"Oh my God!" The woman subconsciously made the sign of the cross on her chest, and tears immediately burst out of her eyes.

It can be seen that although the wife still holds resentment, she still has feelings for Robert Miller.

Jiejie comforted her for a long time before Anna Sofia recovered from the shock of hearing the bad news. She sobbed slightly and said, "Although my husband gambles, drinks, and God knows what other bad habits, he has always taken good care of us mother and son.

He never got into a fight with anyone, and even when he was drunk he never hit me or our son. Who on earth could do such a horrible thing to him?"

"That's what we want to know, too." Jack stared into the woman's eyes as he spoke, and silently touched Clay's arm, signaling him to pay attention.

Under the gaze of three FBI agents, Anna Sophia couldn't help but avoid looking at them and her expression gradually became stiff.

"We came to visit because we thought you might know something." Jiejie said meaningfully, "Can you tell us about it?"

The woman covered her face in a daze. After a while, she stood up as if waking up from a dream and walked towards the closet in the corner of the living room.

The next second after she opened the closet door, Clay, who had his hand on his pistol, froze in place. Even Jack and Jiejie were so surprised that they opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

In the closet is a shrine, in which is a statue of a skeleton holding a sickle and wearing a bloody wedding dress.

It was the Holy Death God "La Santa Muerte" that Jack had seen in the small church when he and the seals were trapped in the slums of Ixtapaluca. (Chapter 622 Church)

There are several ever-burning candles around the statue, and it is also decorated with decorative flowers and various fruits and tequila as offerings.

"This is not that thing." Clay was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.

"The Holy Death, the protector of the abandoned." Jack recalled some of the stories Colonel Martinez had told him.

Mexico has no state religion, but Catholicism has an absolute majority of believers here, almost 90% of the population.

But this statistic is actually not accurate. Compared with the "Eastern power" with the largest population in the world today, the doctrine of cultivating the afterlife is prevalent, which leads to a large number of poor people being content with the suffering they endure in this life.

Catholicism does not have much advantage in this regard. A large number of Mexican lower-class people regard themselves as people abandoned by God and begin to believe in the Holy Spirit of Death.

These lower-class people include street vendors, taxi drivers, pirated goods vendors, street thugs, people working in the porn industry, pickpockets and members of drug cartels, who are generally believed to be unable to find spiritual comfort in the traditional Catholic Church.

Jack still remembered that when they arrested the drug lord Doza's subordinate, the guy named Lazo, he saw the tattoo of the Holy Death on his chest.