Chapter 18

If it were the original self, knowing the fault on this Immigration Bureau sheriff's body, Chen Yaozu would definitely have told him very enthusiastically not to wait for the public hospital's scheduling, he would die, he needed to find a way to have surgery as soon as possible.

But this Chen Yaozu right now is no longer the original Chen Yaozu, no longer the simple thinking of this twenty-something age.

In a situation without involvement, he does not plan to speak up.

The two people in front are exchanging greetings, talking about unspeakable deals.

And Cindy on the side hands over a slip of paper, the slip has two phone numbers and an address: "After getting out of the immigration prison, go directly to Los Angeles, find this first number.

He is also an Eastern person, but came two years ago, has channels to get a work permit faster and more securely.

Some of our special clients, it was through the lawyers he introduced that they skipped many links and got their work permits.

If you run into trouble, call the second number, that's my brother Tyler, he's a broker.

Can spend a little money in Los Angeles to find a certain gang to solve some small problems, but for big problems don't have too high expectations."

Chen Yaozu takes the slip, nods and says thanks.

Cindy hesitates, but thinks it over and still speaks: "Partner, actually America's handling of illegal immigrants has changed a lot now, who knows when they might just grab you and deport you back.

If... I'm saying if you get deported it's not a big deal either.

Many illegal immigrants after being deported, still re-enter America by walking the line again through another trek on foot.

My meaning is, you can walk it one more time!"

Chen Yaozu smiles slightly and nods: "Okay, if my luck is bad and I get deported back, then I'll just walk it one more time."

If I myself get deported, there will never be a chance to walk it again, might get executed! But this woman does have good intentions, ponders a bit in his heart, lowers his head and says to her: "Go back and tell Antonio, you guys need to develop a new line, this officer sir, won't live long.

His lung has grown a tumor!"

He just finishes speaking, Antonio and Ben have already finished talking, come back laughing and extend a hand to Chen Yaozu: "Everything arranged properly, my Wizard sir.

Right, Cindy already gave you the phone numbers right!"

Chen Yaozu nods, waves the slip in his hand: "Already gave, thanks!"

Antonio says again:

"You just go to the immigration prison to go through the motions, stay two days, after you come out and get the legal illegal entry record, you can go directly to Los Angeles.

Don't stop in Texas, Texas is not very friendly to illegal immigrants!

Only Los Angeles, in America, Los Angeles has the most Chinese.

Okay, wish you good luck!"

Chen Yaozu also smiles back: "Also wish you good luck, my Guide sir!"

Chen Yaozu sits in a police car for the first time, but didn't expect this first time would actually be in America across the ocean.

Ceng Hongbing asks quietly: "Going to jail just like that? Honestly, this is still my first time in jail!

My heart is pounding, a bit uncomfortable, if this were in the domestic, would definitely leave a criminal record.

Also, don't know if the jail cells in this America, environment is good or not!"

Chen Yaozu does not answer, instead lightly points at the driver's seat in front, the meaning is very obvious, before figuring out the other party's attitude toward them, try to make less noise.

Because the other party has been expressionless ever since the two of them got in the car.

But after all money was taken, business handled properly, drives all the way over, enters the immigration prison.

That sheriff named Ben brings the two of them before a bespectacled staff member: "Sam, old rules, then arrange a single room for them!"

Finishes speaking and leaves! Sam is a bespectacled young man should be just past thirty, pity the hairline is a bit balding.

He's not wearing a police uniform, should just be clerical staff of the immigration prison.

This person directly brings the two of them into a small room, after collecting their private belongings, hands over a few sheets of paper.

"Fill out forms, write clearly specific identity information, and purpose of coming to America.

Also what specialties, whether served in military, whether participated in any training etc. all write once."

"Write as detailed as possible."

Chen Yaozu has nothing much to write, he just writes he is only a student, an ordinary student who just graduated not long ago.

Ceng Hongbing is indeed a talent, the data he fills shows his specialties: Senior Welder, has Eastern certificate, Chef, this is New Oriental certificate.

Mason, Electrician, Forklift Operator, Loader Operator... all have certificates! Chen Yaozu thinks in his heart this is useless! America this side doesn't recognize these certificates.

To engage in this line of work, must re-test for certificates on this side, the manpower, material resources and time consumed are not small!

Even a driver's license you have to re-test! This is why those middle class folks eagerly immigrate to America afterwards can't find work, in the end can only sell hard labor delivering takeout, going to wash dishes.

Because America doesn't recognize Eastern majority of diplomas and certificates, you have no diplomas and certificates, on this side can't find work.

Modern society, whether East or West, Asia or Europe, as long as slightly formal work unit, hiring a stranger employee, by what do they see through your appearance to your inner essence?

When screening, besides connections, more is based on your diploma or say certificate as the most basic operation.

However, immigration prison here just registers a bit, doesn't manage other what things.

Immediately, allocates them a two-person single room.

In the process of the prison guard bringing them to the single room, they saw this temporary immigrant detention center, also the temporary immigration prison's condition.

Have beds, very dense beds, dozens of people one room, also seven or eight people one room.

Finally it's their kind one or two people one single room, environment pretty good, toilet also pretty clean, also have a shower head.

Bedding also pretty clean, also have a desk.

"Remember your room numbers.

At meal time a bell will ring, this room's electronic lock will open, you can follow the crowd to the dining hall to eat, meal time is half an hour.

After finishing eating, consciously return to your rooms, don't run around randomly.

This temporary detention center has thousands of people, situation very complex!"

Prison guard finishes instructing then locks the door and leaves.

In the room next to them, someone is already detained, can't see the person, but from the sound it seems like only one person.

Now that they heard someone had checked in next door, perhaps loneliness got the better of them, and they hurriedly called out a greeting in English.

Ceng Hongbing, unable to sit still, heard someone next door and hurriedly returned the greeting in his not-so-fluent English, and surprisingly ended up chatting with the other party.

Then, he managed to pry out a lot of information.

It turned out that those dozens of people crammed into one dormitory all had no identity information, or their identity information was false, and they were suspected of being intelligence personnel.

In other words, they crossed the border and tore up their own passports, and when questioned, they stubbornly refused to tell the immigration prison which country they were from, terrified of being deported back.

Among their group, the one detained the longest had already exceeded two years; actually, there used to be people with even longer times, but they were transferred to other places.

Of course there wouldn't be any real intelligence personnel; if there truly were, they would have been transferred to a real prison long ago.

As for those seven or eight people to a dormitory, they had all finished registration and were just waiting for their information to be verified clearly before they could be released.

For this kind, it used to take one or two months to verify information, but now there are too many illegal immigrants, so the operation will likely be faster; maybe they can leave in half a month or a month.

"As for you guys, it'll be even faster; usually those staying in single rooms could leave in about a week before, now it should be even faster!"

The voice next door was talking about them, but in reality was also talking about himself, because he was also staying in a single room.

Only he had a single room to himself, no one to keep him company talking, and he was dying of loneliness.

Chen Yaozu lay on his own bunk, starting to ponder: now that he had arrived in America, which way should he go next after leaving the immigration prison?

Just after crossing the border, back on Mexican soil, Antonio Simmons suddenly slammed the brakes hard, nearly putting his foot through the floorboard, then twisted his head to stare at Cindy, asking very seriously.

"Cindy, are you sure?"

Cindy shrugged: "No, I'm not sure, but this is indeed the Wizard's original words; he was soon to die, a tumor had grown on his lung."

Antonio held his head with a troubled expression: "Alright! Let me think first!"

Although Chen is a Wizard who can see ghosts and predict danger, just from meeting once, he could tell the other party had a tumor on his lung?

This is too inconceivable! Not until he reached the hotel, took a bottle of Corona from the fridge, poured himself a glass and took a sip, did Antonio take out his phone and dial Ben's number.

"Hey, Antony, if I'm not mistaken, it's evening now.

Partner, don't tell me you need me to go pick someone up at the border while I'm enjoying my relaxing off-duty time?"

The call had just connected when the voice from the other end came through the phone, sounding like he was in a good mood.

"Partner, listen, I'm not joking.

Recently, have you gone for a body check... okay, does your lung feel uncomfortable?"

Antonio had just finished speaking when he heard a deathly silence on the other end, and only after a good while did he hear Ben's voice ask: "Antony, how do you know my lung is uncomfortable?"

(Chapter End)