Chapter 1120 Biodiesel Graffiti and the Hanging Gang
"Okay, now we know that the murderer has a car of his own, but this will not help find the other party. I didn't see any surveillance cameras along the way. I even suspect that even if we get the license plate number, it will be difficult to find the murderer."
Aubrey scratched the back of his head with a grimace on his face. Even when he was in Africa, he never felt that handling the case was as difficult as it is now. Although the police in Tanzania are not very capable, they are very cooperative.
Moreover, there were enthusiastic local people (Old Muto and his militia) escorting him all the way. Even when dealing with small local armed forces, there was no need to worry about any danger.
This is not the case at all in Mexico. Even the police, who are supposed to bring a sense of security to the people, are unable to protect themselves and have to cover their faces when wearing uniforms to handle cases.
If this case is really related to a large-scale drug trafficking group, it will not be something that their mere wanted criminal team can handle.
Even out of concern for the safety of his team members, Jubal would immediately apply to evacuate Mexico.
In fact, even Jack is reluctant to confront Mexican drug cartels in an official capacity. Not only are there too many constraints, but it is also time-consuming and labor-intensive.
To plan an operation against a large-scale drug trafficking group, the preliminary preparation process can take months or even years just to collect intelligence. Sometimes, it is necessary to send agents deep inside to conduct undercover work for several years.
"Don't think about it so much. The current clues do not directly lead to the murderer being a member of a drug cartel, and several large drug cartel groups currently active in Tijuana are maintaining a superficial peace with no signs of war."
Jubal tried to boost morale, but the effect was not great. After all, the team has maintained a 100% case detection rate since its establishment. Although everyone did not deliberately publicize it, they were all proud of it privately.
If it is really because of being involved in a large drug trafficking group that the result is unsuccessful, although everyone can understand it, it will be very unpleasant and shameless after all.
"Did you find anything?" Jack recalled his thoughts and found that Clay had been squatting in front of the two tire tracks and observing something carefully. From time to time, he would pick up a handful of sand and put it under his nose to smell it.
Clay looked solemn, "This car is leaking oil. Although it has almost evaporated, you can still smell some smell, but I am not sure whether it is gasoline, diesel or engine oil."
Hannah immediately became interested, squatted down beside him, picked up a handful of sand and smelled it carefully.
Just when Jack wondered if she was going to stick out her tongue and lick it, the girl showed a proud smile and said with certainty, "This is biodiesel."
"Can you smell it?" Jack grabbed her wrist suspiciously and smelled her fingertips. There was indeed a slight smell of diesel, but it was rather smelly and sour.
Biodiesel is a fuel made by alcoholizing waste animal and vegetable oils, which is also commonly known as gutter oil recycling.
This is a kind of green energy that is highly praised by environmental protection organizations. Of course, whenever the word environmental protection comes with it, it usually means that the price is high.
"This is Mexico. Who would use this kind of biodiesel as fuel for their own cars?" Aubrey felt a little incredible.
"Extremist environmental organization? Maybe the murderer is also an American." Hannah guessed.
People who are working all day long to make a living don’t care about environmental issues. That’s what rich people who can take a private jet trip just to eat a cake will worry about.
"OK, another clue. I asked Alice to check if there are any extreme environmental groups in California operating in Tijuana." Before Jubal finished speaking, he saw Lopez and Jiejie walking over through the alley. , then asked, "Have you gained anything from the bar owner?"
Jiejie sighed, "We asked the boss, bartender and waitress, but there were too many tourists last night, and many of them were teenagers similar to Li and Rosie.
We gained nothing but a lot of complaints and complaints. ”
"I seem to have seen this mark somewhere." Lopez looked at the blood-spattered dirt wall for a long time, pointing to a black graffiti that looked like a stick figure.
The earthen wall was covered with similar graffiti, but the one he pointed at looked newer, and it should have been drawn with charcoal.
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger for a long time before Aubrey asked hesitantly, "Is this a gallows?"
Lopez nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's right, this is the logo of the Hangman Gang. This logo shows that this is their territory, and they are a gang of lawless bastards."
"Are they also selling drugs? Could the package of cocaine that Li took away from the bathroom be related to the Hangman Gang?" Aubrey asked quickly.
"All the gangs here are more or less related to drug gangs." Lopez always wears a mask. Although he has now become a CBP agent, he often shuttles between San Diego and Tijuana, appearing in Various crime scenes related to drug gangs.
Although everyone couldn't see his expression, they could still hear a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"The Hangman Gang? It doesn't sound like they are guys who can kill people with a scythe, but maybe they are a group of Harley riders who advocate environmental protection." Aubrey's expression suddenly relaxed and he returned to his usual optimistic attitude.
Among the several drug cartels active in Tijuana, there is no gang with such a country name, which means that if the murderer is really a member of the Hanging Gang, he is the type that the Most Wanted Group can deal with.
As expected, according to Lopez's introduction, the Hangman Gang is just a motorcycle gang with about 20 members, and the boss and main backbone are Latino Americans.
Although they also do some drug smuggling, they mainly sell some bulk goods while meeting their own needs, which is comparable to that small package of low-quality cocaine with low purity.
There is no better suspect at the moment, but since the case happened on the territory of the Hanging Gang, it is only right to inquire about it from local gangsters.
Even if they didn't do it, it's a good way to find out if any suspicious people have been around recently and learn about local "news".
"They mainly operate near Aquila Beach, but now is not the time. The guys will not gather together to start their party until after 10 pm."
Speaking of which, Lopez made an invitation gesture, "There's still some time until dark. Before that, how about I take you to the best restaurant in the city for a meal?"
(End of chapter)