Chapter 2921 It's time to clean up
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Ye Chen
At noon, when Ye Chen was sitting alone in a Sichuan restaurant in Chinatown eating, two Immigration Bureau police cars suddenly stopped in front of the hotel with their lights flashing silently.
Ye Chen saw everything but pretended not to care and continued to eat with his head down.
At this time, several policemen rushed in quickly, took a photo to compare the guests in the hotel, and suddenly rushed to Ye Chen and asked loudly, "Are you Ye Chen who smuggled himself to the United States from Malaysia?"
Ye Chen raised his head, shook his head innocently and said, "No..."
The policeman checked the photo again, then sneered and said to his colleagues, "That's him, take him away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several policemen rushed forward, twisted Ye Chen's arms behind his back, and tried to cuff him.
Ye Chen pretended to struggle for a few times. When the other party made a gesture of touching the gun, he quickly calmed down and stopped struggling to resist.
The police then handcuffed him, took him out of the hotel and put him in the back of one of the police cars.
The police car roared all the way and headed straight to the immigration office.
At this time, the police officers did not know anything about Ye Chen. They only knew that their superiors informed them that a Malaysian illegal immigrant suspected of multiple thefts appeared in a restaurant in Chinatown, and asked them to seize the opportunity to arrest him.
After several people took Ye Chen back to the immigration office, they confiscated his Malaysian passport, a worthless old mobile phone and more than 200 US dollars in cash.
After checking the identity information in the passport, the Immigration Bureau confirmed Yechen's identity as an illegal immigrant in Malaysia.
Afterwards, Ye Chen was temporarily put into the detention room of the Immigration Bureau, waiting for the next step.
When Ye Chen came to the detention room, there were already at least twenty people in the small detention room. These people had different skin colors, and each one looked very decadent and frightened.
Seeing Ye Chen come in, these people all looked at him. Then, an Asian man with a scruffy beard asked him in English with a strong accent, "Are you Japanese?"
Ye Chen shook his head, "I am Malaysian and my parents are Chinese."
Another short-haired man with an Asian face immediately asked excitedly when he heard this, "Brother, I am Chinese, we are half compatriots!"
Ye Chen nodded and asked him, "How did you get in?"
The short-haired man smiled and laughed at himself, "How else could I have gotten in? I was caught walking on the wire. I had no identity and no income. People robbed me of all the money I brought while walking on the wire. I came to the United States." I had no place to stay, so I pitched a tent in the park every day, and Lao Hei even snatched the tent away. I wanted to steal a bicycle to deliver food, but the police caught me and sent me here."
Ye Chen frowned, "You came in through a different route. Logically, you should go to Los Angeles. It's closer to Mexico. Why did you come to New York?"
The short-haired man slapped his thigh, "Brother, you know your stuff too! Did you get in through wires too?"
Ye Chen shook his head, "I came by boat."
The short-haired man was a little disappointed and sighed, "It's better for you to take the boat. We boarded the boat from my hometown and wandered around for a few months. It's not like us who took the long route. This journey was so damn hard. I'm not exaggerating, buddy." He said, "If you don't die, you will have to peel off three layers of skin."
At this time, someone in the crowd muttered, "It's a waste to take a boat. At least you have to stand on the ground when walking. You may have to rely on swimming for the last kilometer of the boat. There are more than 60 people in the boat, and only half of them make it ashore. The rest are all I don’t know where the waves went.”
When the short-haired man heard this, he shrank his neck and sighed, "Anyway, my mother really regrets it. This place is not a fucking paradise on earth. It is simply a purgatory on earth. The liar agent told me before he came, Even if I wash dishes, I can earn seven to eight thousand US dollars a month. When I come here, there will be eight people rushing to wash a single bowl in a Chinese restaurant."
With that, he said to Ye Chen, "Brother, didn't you ask me why I didn't go to Los Angeles? In fact, the first place I went to was Los Angeles. After I came from Mexico, a large group of us rushed to Los Angeles first, and then we went to Los Angeles after we arrived. I found out that there are no jobs with such high wages. They were all made up by the fucking agency. I slept on the streets for more than ten days and could only eat some relief food every day. The relief food was barely enough to fill me up. , and then I slept on the street, and the tent was snatched by an old black guy. A fellow countryman said that the competition in Los Angeles was too damn fierce, so why not come to New York and try your luck?"
Ye Chen curiously asked, "It's so far from the west coast to the east coast, how did you get here?"
The short-haired man chuckled, "I came here to pick up trains. I'm so far away. Fortunately, I followed a few homeless homeless Americans. They picked up trains all day long and ran around. We followed them all the way to New York, and our hands were all picked up." So bald;"
"After I came to New York, I really lamented how prosperous New York is. In such a big city, there is always a place for me to stay, right? Then I thought about finding a job in Chinatown, and I found a job, for the Chinese The restaurant delivers food, but I don’t have a car, so I can’t do it on my legs, so I just stole a bicycle, and I’m going to get arrested.”
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Then what are your plans next?"
The short-haired man said melancholy, "How do I know? It's not worth being put in jail for what I'm doing. Don't you know, American prisons are almost overcrowded. Illegal immigrants who commit petty theft will most likely be released after a few days." I thought they could deport me back, but they don’t bother to take care of it now. After I get out, I have to sleep on the street... I wish I had known that America was this stupid, beat me to death. Not coming either."
Ye Chen nodded and said, "If you can find an opportunity, it's better to return to China."
The short-haired man shook his head and said, "I want to go back, but I don't have a passport and no money, and the Americans won't deport me. How can I go back? I can't go back the same way. This trip costs more than 1 US dollars." Woolen cloth……"
Ye Chen shrugged, "Then find a way to save more money and go back."
The short-haired man was about to cry, "Brother, I just saved up money for a long time to come here. Along the way, I ate all the food I have never eaten in my life. If I save up money for a long time and go back, will I be wronged? I..."
Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh and asked him, "What did you do before you came here?"
"Me?" The man chuckled and said, "I have done everything at construction sites, takeaways, casual workers, and group performances."
Ye Chen nodded. In this situation, he couldn't comment much.
The life of illegal immigrants is extremely difficult. Under normal circumstances, illegal immigrants only get jobs that the lowest level of local people are not willing to do. Chen Zhaozhong was a leader in the financial field in Hong Kong back then, but when he came to the United States, he could only open a business. Living in a roast goose shop, let alone such an ordinary person with no special skills.
At this time, the short-haired man said quietly to himself, "But to be honest, I really want to go back if I can... This place is so different from what I imagined..."
At this time, several more illegal immigrants were brought by the police and put into the detention room. One of the yellow-skinned policemen looked at Ye Chen and said, "Come out with me, Ye Chen."
The short-haired man asked curiously, "Brother, what did he call you?"
"You called me." Ye Chen nodded and said hello to the short-haired man, "Let's go."
The short-haired man said a little disappointedly, "Why did you let me out right after you came in?"
The yellow-skinned policeman glanced at the short-haired man and said expressionlessly, "He's going to be transferred to Brooklyn Prison!"
The short-haired man was startled, looked at Ye Chen's back and said, "Brother, did you kill someone or set a fire? I heard that American prisons are in fucking chaos, so be careful!"
Ye Chen waved his hands without looking back and said, "Don't worry, goodbye."
The yellow-skinned policeman took Ye Chen to the office area. At a deserted corner, he whispered to Ye Chen, "Sir, our chief has taken the fast track and will send you to the Brooklyn Prison right away. I will be there." You can find an informant when you arrive. His name is Lucas, a Brazilian who is known as the Brooklyn Prison Know-It-All. You can ask him about the situation inside the prison. Just tell him that you were introduced by Andrew. He will definitely spare no effort to cooperate with you.”
"Okay. I'll note it down." Ye Chen nodded slightly. He thought that this policeman should be a member of the Fei family's intelligence network. For a top family like the Fei family, it would definitely cost a lot of manpower. We have the material resources to weave our own intelligence network in the United States. There will definitely be people from Congress, down to the police stations and major government agencies.
Moreover, for the sake of its own security and confidentiality, this intelligence network must be divided into multiple different levels. The upper layers control downwards and the lower layers serve upwards. Jumping to command and reporting is not allowed. , even a lot of sensitive information must be isolated layer by layer.
Sometimes, only the people at the highest level may know that they are serving the Fei family. Apart from them, the lower levels do not know at all that they are actually a member of the Fei family’s intelligence network. In this way, It can ensure that this intelligence network is safe enough.
Soon, Ye Chen went through the prison transfer process at the Immigration Bureau and was taken directly to the Brooklyn Prison by the police.
Although the Brooklyn Prison is not large, it is located in Brooklyn, the most chaotic neighborhood in New York with the highest crime rate. Therefore, the majority of prisoners held here are serious criminals, and most of them are gang members who commit murder, arson, robbery, and drug trafficking.
Within the New York prison system, Brooklyn Prison has the messiest and worst environment. Almost all prison guards are unwilling to work in this prison.
When Ye Chen was taken to Brooklyn Prison, he went through a quick admission process and was quickly assigned to the first ward of the prison.
Because the Brooklyn Prison is located in an urban area, it is a multi-storey independent building that is entirely closed. There is no open-air playground, so public places and indoor activity areas are in the center of the entire building.
On both sides of the public place are the First Ward and the Second Ward. Prisoners in the two Wards can only meet when eating and doing activities.
After Ye Chen completed the formalities and changed into prison uniform, he took his toiletries and followed the prison guards to the first prison area.
Only when Ye Chen actually entered the prison area did he realize that this prison was even dirtier than a refugee camp.
Here, there is no such thing as the two-person cells with separate toilets in American movies and TV shows. There are even dozens of people crowded into one cell here, and prisoners of all races are locked up like sardine cans. Among them, the room was crowded with nothing but beds.
As Ye Chen walked along, all the cells he passed were extremely noisy. There were even many bad guys who saw new prisoners coming in. They shouted loudly through the iron fence, whistled, and smashed the iron fence with plastic quilts. There was a loud bang, and some names like rookies were shouted in the mouth, and there were even many men with perverted looks. When they saw the tender skin and tender flesh of Ye Chen, they shouted some obscene words.
Ye Chen walked by expressionlessly, writing down all the people yelling at him, especially those animals with perverted looks on their faces, which made him feel disgusted, so he couldn't help but murmur He muttered, "This shitty place needs to be renovated."
Ye Chen saw everything but pretended not to care and continued to eat with his head down.
At this time, several policemen rushed in quickly, took a photo to compare the guests in the hotel, and suddenly rushed to Ye Chen and asked loudly, "Are you Ye Chen who smuggled himself to the United States from Malaysia?"
Ye Chen raised his head, shook his head innocently and said, "No..."
The policeman checked the photo again, then sneered and said to his colleagues, "That's him, take him away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several policemen rushed forward, twisted Ye Chen's arms behind his back, and tried to cuff him.
Ye Chen pretended to struggle for a few times. When the other party made a gesture of touching the gun, he quickly calmed down and stopped struggling to resist.
The police then handcuffed him, took him out of the hotel and put him in the back of one of the police cars.
The police car roared all the way and headed straight to the immigration office.
At this time, the police officers did not know anything about Ye Chen. They only knew that their superiors informed them that a Malaysian illegal immigrant suspected of multiple thefts appeared in a restaurant in Chinatown, and asked them to seize the opportunity to arrest him.
After several people took Ye Chen back to the immigration office, they confiscated his Malaysian passport, a worthless old mobile phone and more than 200 US dollars in cash.
After checking the identity information in the passport, the Immigration Bureau confirmed Yechen's identity as an illegal immigrant in Malaysia.
Afterwards, Ye Chen was temporarily put into the detention room of the Immigration Bureau, waiting for the next step.
When Ye Chen came to the detention room, there were already at least twenty people in the small detention room. These people had different skin colors, and each one looked very decadent and frightened.
Seeing Ye Chen come in, these people all looked at him. Then, an Asian man with a scruffy beard asked him in English with a strong accent, "Are you Japanese?"
Ye Chen shook his head, "I am Malaysian and my parents are Chinese."
Another short-haired man with an Asian face immediately asked excitedly when he heard this, "Brother, I am Chinese, we are half compatriots!"
Ye Chen nodded and asked him, "How did you get in?"
The short-haired man smiled and laughed at himself, "How else could I have gotten in? I was caught walking on the wire. I had no identity and no income. People robbed me of all the money I brought while walking on the wire. I came to the United States." I had no place to stay, so I pitched a tent in the park every day, and Lao Hei even snatched the tent away. I wanted to steal a bicycle to deliver food, but the police caught me and sent me here."
Ye Chen frowned, "You came in through a different route. Logically, you should go to Los Angeles. It's closer to Mexico. Why did you come to New York?"
The short-haired man slapped his thigh, "Brother, you know your stuff too! Did you get in through wires too?"
Ye Chen shook his head, "I came by boat."
The short-haired man was a little disappointed and sighed, "It's better for you to take the boat. We boarded the boat from my hometown and wandered around for a few months. It's not like us who took the long route. This journey was so damn hard. I'm not exaggerating, buddy." He said, "If you don't die, you will have to peel off three layers of skin."
At this time, someone in the crowd muttered, "It's a waste to take a boat. At least you have to stand on the ground when walking. You may have to rely on swimming for the last kilometer of the boat. There are more than 60 people in the boat, and only half of them make it ashore. The rest are all I don’t know where the waves went.”
When the short-haired man heard this, he shrank his neck and sighed, "Anyway, my mother really regrets it. This place is not a fucking paradise on earth. It is simply a purgatory on earth. The liar agent told me before he came, Even if I wash dishes, I can earn seven to eight thousand US dollars a month. When I come here, there will be eight people rushing to wash a single bowl in a Chinese restaurant."
With that, he said to Ye Chen, "Brother, didn't you ask me why I didn't go to Los Angeles? In fact, the first place I went to was Los Angeles. After I came from Mexico, a large group of us rushed to Los Angeles first, and then we went to Los Angeles after we arrived. I found out that there are no jobs with such high wages. They were all made up by the fucking agency. I slept on the streets for more than ten days and could only eat some relief food every day. The relief food was barely enough to fill me up. , and then I slept on the street, and the tent was snatched by an old black guy. A fellow countryman said that the competition in Los Angeles was too damn fierce, so why not come to New York and try your luck?"
Ye Chen curiously asked, "It's so far from the west coast to the east coast, how did you get here?"
The short-haired man chuckled, "I came here to pick up trains. I'm so far away. Fortunately, I followed a few homeless homeless Americans. They picked up trains all day long and ran around. We followed them all the way to New York, and our hands were all picked up." So bald;"
"After I came to New York, I really lamented how prosperous New York is. In such a big city, there is always a place for me to stay, right? Then I thought about finding a job in Chinatown, and I found a job, for the Chinese The restaurant delivers food, but I don’t have a car, so I can’t do it on my legs, so I just stole a bicycle, and I’m going to get arrested.”
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Then what are your plans next?"
The short-haired man said melancholy, "How do I know? It's not worth being put in jail for what I'm doing. Don't you know, American prisons are almost overcrowded. Illegal immigrants who commit petty theft will most likely be released after a few days." I thought they could deport me back, but they don’t bother to take care of it now. After I get out, I have to sleep on the street... I wish I had known that America was this stupid, beat me to death. Not coming either."
Ye Chen nodded and said, "If you can find an opportunity, it's better to return to China."
The short-haired man shook his head and said, "I want to go back, but I don't have a passport and no money, and the Americans won't deport me. How can I go back? I can't go back the same way. This trip costs more than 1 US dollars." Woolen cloth……"
Ye Chen shrugged, "Then find a way to save more money and go back."
The short-haired man was about to cry, "Brother, I just saved up money for a long time to come here. Along the way, I ate all the food I have never eaten in my life. If I save up money for a long time and go back, will I be wronged? I..."
Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh and asked him, "What did you do before you came here?"
"Me?" The man chuckled and said, "I have done everything at construction sites, takeaways, casual workers, and group performances."
Ye Chen nodded. In this situation, he couldn't comment much.
The life of illegal immigrants is extremely difficult. Under normal circumstances, illegal immigrants only get jobs that the lowest level of local people are not willing to do. Chen Zhaozhong was a leader in the financial field in Hong Kong back then, but when he came to the United States, he could only open a business. Living in a roast goose shop, let alone such an ordinary person with no special skills.
At this time, the short-haired man said quietly to himself, "But to be honest, I really want to go back if I can... This place is so different from what I imagined..."
At this time, several more illegal immigrants were brought by the police and put into the detention room. One of the yellow-skinned policemen looked at Ye Chen and said, "Come out with me, Ye Chen."
The short-haired man asked curiously, "Brother, what did he call you?"
"You called me." Ye Chen nodded and said hello to the short-haired man, "Let's go."
The short-haired man said a little disappointedly, "Why did you let me out right after you came in?"
The yellow-skinned policeman glanced at the short-haired man and said expressionlessly, "He's going to be transferred to Brooklyn Prison!"
The short-haired man was startled, looked at Ye Chen's back and said, "Brother, did you kill someone or set a fire? I heard that American prisons are in fucking chaos, so be careful!"
Ye Chen waved his hands without looking back and said, "Don't worry, goodbye."
The yellow-skinned policeman took Ye Chen to the office area. At a deserted corner, he whispered to Ye Chen, "Sir, our chief has taken the fast track and will send you to the Brooklyn Prison right away. I will be there." You can find an informant when you arrive. His name is Lucas, a Brazilian who is known as the Brooklyn Prison Know-It-All. You can ask him about the situation inside the prison. Just tell him that you were introduced by Andrew. He will definitely spare no effort to cooperate with you.”
"Okay. I'll note it down." Ye Chen nodded slightly. He thought that this policeman should be a member of the Fei family's intelligence network. For a top family like the Fei family, it would definitely cost a lot of manpower. We have the material resources to weave our own intelligence network in the United States. There will definitely be people from Congress, down to the police stations and major government agencies.
Moreover, for the sake of its own security and confidentiality, this intelligence network must be divided into multiple different levels. The upper layers control downwards and the lower layers serve upwards. Jumping to command and reporting is not allowed. , even a lot of sensitive information must be isolated layer by layer.
Sometimes, only the people at the highest level may know that they are serving the Fei family. Apart from them, the lower levels do not know at all that they are actually a member of the Fei family’s intelligence network. In this way, It can ensure that this intelligence network is safe enough.
Soon, Ye Chen went through the prison transfer process at the Immigration Bureau and was taken directly to the Brooklyn Prison by the police.
Although the Brooklyn Prison is not large, it is located in Brooklyn, the most chaotic neighborhood in New York with the highest crime rate. Therefore, the majority of prisoners held here are serious criminals, and most of them are gang members who commit murder, arson, robbery, and drug trafficking.
Within the New York prison system, Brooklyn Prison has the messiest and worst environment. Almost all prison guards are unwilling to work in this prison.
When Ye Chen was taken to Brooklyn Prison, he went through a quick admission process and was quickly assigned to the first ward of the prison.
Because the Brooklyn Prison is located in an urban area, it is a multi-storey independent building that is entirely closed. There is no open-air playground, so public places and indoor activity areas are in the center of the entire building.
On both sides of the public place are the First Ward and the Second Ward. Prisoners in the two Wards can only meet when eating and doing activities.
After Ye Chen completed the formalities and changed into prison uniform, he took his toiletries and followed the prison guards to the first prison area.
Only when Ye Chen actually entered the prison area did he realize that this prison was even dirtier than a refugee camp.
Here, there is no such thing as the two-person cells with separate toilets in American movies and TV shows. There are even dozens of people crowded into one cell here, and prisoners of all races are locked up like sardine cans. Among them, the room was crowded with nothing but beds.
As Ye Chen walked along, all the cells he passed were extremely noisy. There were even many bad guys who saw new prisoners coming in. They shouted loudly through the iron fence, whistled, and smashed the iron fence with plastic quilts. There was a loud bang, and some names like rookies were shouted in the mouth, and there were even many men with perverted looks. When they saw the tender skin and tender flesh of Ye Chen, they shouted some obscene words.
Ye Chen walked by expressionlessly, writing down all the people yelling at him, especially those animals with perverted looks on their faces, which made him feel disgusted, so he couldn't help but murmur He muttered, "This shitty place needs to be renovated."
