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

The red butter rolls in the hot pot, and the tempting aroma seduces pairs of chopsticks, which are flying up and down with various beef and mutton rolls, yellow throat and tripe.

Ma Xidao's eyes widened as he watched a group of foreigners skillfully waving chopsticks and fighting for the food. He always felt that something was wrong.

"Is this really your first time in Korea? Have you been to Japan or China before?"

Jubal picked up a lotus root slice and blew on it. "This is the first time our team has gone abroad for a mission. I have been to the Philippines before, Jack and Jiejie have been to Singapore, and Clay has probably been to the most places, but I can't tell you."

Aubrey's face was covered in sweat from the spicy food, and he hurriedly opened a bottle of cold beer for himself.

“Jack made us this Sichuan hot pot, which tasted even better than this. His cooking skills are the best I’ve ever seen, and he can cook food from any country.

But he rarely makes this kind of spicy hot pot for us, saying that frying chili oil is likely to attract complaints, and most of the ingredients have to be flown from Los Angeles or Austin to New York, and they will easily go bad if not handled in time. "

"Eh? Let me count." Ma Xidao said, twisting his carrot-thick fingers. "Jack's shooting is the best, Jack's ability to solve cases is the best, Jack's cooking skills are also the best. Eh, special forces soldier, can Jack beat you?"

Clay paused for a moment, and together with the people sitting around him in the wanted criminal group, he showed a strange smile, "Jack can fight any of us to a draw, even the weakest Alice."

Seeing Ma Xidao blinking his eyes with a puzzled look on his face, Clay continued to explain, "That is to say, during training, he can spar with any one of us very well, allowing us to fully display our skills while ensuring that none of us gets hurt."

"Ashi. I don't believe it, Jack. Are you Superman?"

Looking at Jack, whose arms were more than a circle thinner than his own, Ma Xidao's curiosity was completely aroused. Clay's words were equivalent to implicitly admitting that he could not beat Jack.

"It's just some talent." Jack didn't want to be delved into this matter, so he raised his beer bottle and clinked it with him, changing the subject.

"I'm sorry, this is all we can drink until the case is over. I'll keep the wine we agreed on. When everything is over, we'll have a good drink."

Ma Xidao waved his hand nonchalantly, "I don't know if I can help you yet. Besides, you are the guests, how can I ask you to pay? I will treat you to this hot pot."

The hotpot was a great success, but luckily no one drank much. The FBI team returned to their residence to rest, but before dawn they were woken up by a call from Prosecutor Kim Jun-ho.

It was not yet 4 a.m. when everyone arrived at Itaewon. A dark alley had been cordoned off, and a group of guys in strange costumes gathered at the entrance of the alley to watch the fun.

Upon seeing the FBI, Prosecutor Kim Jun-ho, with a sullen face, waved away the two police officers who were reporting something to him, and came forward with a notebook in his hand.

"We have confirmed that the victim is Elsa Byqvist, 23, from Stockholm, Sweden, who worked in a nearby store."

After everyone helped to form a makeshift human fence around them, Jack put on gloves and lifted the plastic bag on a shopping cart next to the trash can. "A young white girl with blonde hair. The target type of the suspect has been identified."

Prosecutor Jin Junhao raised his hand and pointed at an old man who was taking a statement from a criminal police officer not far away. The old man looked to be at least 70 or 80 years old.

"According to your reminder, we have just stepped up night patrols on several streets around Itaewon. The body was discovered by patrol officers at 2:45 a.m.

That guy over there is an employee of the convenience store next door. He said that when he came to work at the convenience store at 11pm, he hadn’t seen the cart yet, but when he came out to smoke at 2pm, the cart was already there.”

Hannah tilted her head and frowned at the convenience store employee he mentioned, with a strange expression on her face. Although Europeans and Americans are somewhat face-blind when it comes to Asians, just looking at the deep wrinkles on this employee's face and his hunched back, he should be of retirement age.

Jiejie noticed her confusion and explained to her in a low voice that one-quarter of the elderly people over 70 in South Korea have to continue working because their pensions are not enough to cover their expenses.

The poverty rate for South Korea's elderly is 43.4%, as the most extensive basic pension covering this group is only 30 won per person per month, equivalent to less than $220.

For an old man like this, working the night shift at a convenience store is actually a relatively easy job. In South Korea, there is a group of elderly people over 65 years old shuttling around in the subway, using their senior citizen cards to ride the subway for free and to engage in intra-city express delivery business.

Therefore, in Seoul subway stations, you can often see some white-haired figures running all the way. They are not "unscrupulous" old people who get up early to go to the vegetable market to buy fresh ingredients and compete with young people for public transportation resources, but they are also running for their livelihoods.

At the same time, the prosecutor was angry with Jubal, "You told us that we were looking for a serial killer, but why did your people let the American who was a major suspect go? It's very likely that he did it."

Jubal was stunned by his inexplicable accusation, but before he could answer, Jack stood up first.

"We ruled out Grayson Faber as a suspect based on the time of the first victim's death. He was not in South Korea at the time. Moreover, we took him to the embassy this afternoon and he is now on a plane flying back to the United States."

Kim Junhao was speechless for a moment. Finally, he snorted coldly, walked to the side, and started pointing fingers at several police officers, trying to save his own way.

"Should we consider changing the liaison officer?" Aubrey was a little annoyed by this guy's attitude.

Jubal shook his head, not wanting to cause any more trouble. "Forget it. Even though his attitude is not very good, at least he is doing his best. I guess he is under a lot of pressure from above."

"I guess the pressure will be passed on to us soon." Jiejie said softly.

With three dead people in three different countries, the diplomatic pressure on South Korea will not be small. It would be fine if the FBI did not come to assist, but now that the FBI has taken over the investigation, it is estimated that the blame will be passed on to them soon.

"That's something the embassy needs to consider. We just need to do our own job." Jubal was not worried about these things. It had only been less than two days since they got off the plane. Unless the case dragged on for a month or two, the blame could not be put on them.

"Now there is a question, how did the murderer find them? Since the three victims have similarities in appearance, are there any other similarities or connections, including the connection between them and the murderer?"

Jubal looked at Hannah and said, "Go back and work with Alice to collect and compare information about the three victims, including their usual work and entertainment, daily travel habits, etc.

Jiejie and I will stay at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency to provide remote assistance, and they have promised to open all their criminal databases to us."

Jack waved to the others, "Clay and Aubrey, follow me to the morgue with the body. We need to get the autopsy results as soon as possible, so the fastest way is to stay with the medical examiner."