Chapter 1124 Holy Spirit Death
"Ana Sofia? Don't be nervous, FBI, I'm Agent Jennifer Jeange, can we come in?" Although Jiejie's Spanish is not as proficient as Jack's, she has no problem handling daily conversations.
"I'm Anna Sofia and I speak English."
The woman's expression softened slightly, but she was still a little nervous. Her eyes could not help but look to the ground when she spoke. The chubby little boy beside her had hid behind his mother in fear, only daring to reveal 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 also made similar actions.
"Mom, what are these people doing here?" The boy's fat little face was full of fear, but as Jack conjured a lollipop in his hand, it was as if the cat had seen the cat strip, and his eyes suddenly changed. Gotta get clear.
"They just came to mom to ask a few questions." A Mexican woman named Ana Sofia touched her son's head and whispered comfort.
Hannah took the lollipop from Jack's hand, twirled it in her hand, 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, she watched the little boy follow Hannah into the dining room connected to the kitchen. Anna Sofia led the other three FBI to the living room.
Jack habitually observed the furnishings in the room. Although the carpets on the floor were relatively cheap, they were very clean. Some of the various household appliances looked a bit old, but they were all available.
Dishwasher, vertical oven, water heater, large LCD TV, these household appliances are considered necessary in American families, but this is Mexico.
"What happened?" Although she has a slight accent, the woman's English speaking level is quite good.
Unlike the friendliness shown by Jiejie and Hannah at the beginning, Jack played the role of a "bad cop", so he didn't answer the question, "What do you think? You should know what the FBI does, right?"
"American police." Anna Sofia's face showed a little embarrassment, "I didn't know the FBI still cares about this kind of thing. Was it his American wife who found you?"
Jie Jie's slender eyebrows raised slightly, "So you know that Robert Mueller still has a family in Arizona?"
The four people 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 may not have been 20 years old when she gave birth to him.
Therefore, they agreed that the relationship between the two was not a support in the general sense, but a de facto marriage.
But Anna Sofia's performance at this time was somewhat unexpected, and it was obvious that she was not unaware of this.
"That was almost half a year ago." At this time, in addition to the relief-like feeling on the woman's face, there was also a bit of resentment.
"His old company sent a severance check and some documents listing the names of his wife and two sons in Arizona, so I knew everything."
"It sounds like you had a dispute?" Clay asked while carefully observing the woman's expression.
Micro-expression analysis is a brand new skill that the former seal has yet to master, so he is studious and never gives up this rare learning opportunity.
After all, most of his teammates are veterans. Jubal has rich experience and always manages his expressions well. Jack and Jiejie who are too high in rank often deliberately mislead him.
As for the remaining three, Hannah has always been simple-minded and has no difficulty in gaining experience. Aubrey and Alice are just right, but they get tired of being together now. They need someone who has enough dog food to get together. Prepare.
"Of course." Anna Sofia even still gritted her teeth when talking about this matter, "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 slightly awkwardly, 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're not here for this, are you? It's for Robert. What did he do?"
Jiejie glanced at Jack, saw him nodding slightly, and then said softly, "Unfortunately, your husband Robert Miller was murdered tonight."
"My Holy Mother!" The woman subconsciously crossed herself on her chest, and tears immediately burst into her eyes.
It can be seen that although the wife still harbors resentment, she still has feelings for Robert Miller.
Jiejie comforted her for a while, and then Anna Sofia recovered from the shock of hearing the bad news. She sobbed slightly and said, "Although my husband is gambling, drinking, and God knows what other bad habits, he has always taken good care of our mother and son. very good.
He never conflicts with others, even when he is drunk, he will not hit me or our son. Who on earth would do such a terrible thing to him? "
"That's what we want to know too." While Jack stared into the woman's eyes and spoke, he quietly touched Clay's arm to signal him to pay attention.
Under the gaze of the three FBI, Anna Sofia's eyes couldn't help but dodge, and her expression gradually became stiff.
"We came to visit because we thought you might know something." Jiejie pointedly said, "Can you tell us?"
The woman covered her face in a trance, and after a while she woke up as if 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 already put his hand on his pistol, froze in place. Even Jack and Jiejie were so surprised that they half opened their mouths and didn't know what to say.
In the closet was a shrine, in which was placed a skeleton statue holding a sickle and wearing a bloody wedding dress.
It was the Holy Death God "La Santa Muerte" that Jack had seen in the chapel when he and the seals were trapped in the slums of Ixtapaluca. (Chapter 622 Church)
There were several candles around the statue, and it was also decorated with decorative flowers and various fruits and tequila as offerings.
"Isn't this what it is." Clay was stunned and couldn't react for a while.
"Holy Death God, the guardian of the abandoned." Jack recalled some of the stories that Colonel Martinez had told him.
Mexico has no state religion, but Catholicism has an absolute number of believers here, almost close to 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 who are willing to suffer in this life.
Catholicism does not have much advantage in this aspect. A large number of Mexican lower-class people regard themselves as people abandoned by God and turn to believe in the Holy Death.
These lower-class people include mobile vendors, taxi drivers, pirated vendors, street thugs, people engaged in the erotic industry, pickpockets and drug cartel members. These people are generally believed to be unable to find spiritual comfort from the traditional Catholic Church.
Jack still remembers 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.