Chapter 2887

At noon, when Ye Chen was sitting alone in a Sichuan restaurant in Chinatown eating, two Immigration Bureau police cars flashed their police lights silently and suddenly stopped at the entrance of the restaurant.

Ye Chen saw everything but pretended to be unintentional and continued to lower his head to eat.

At this time, several police officers rushed in, took a photo and compared it with the guests in the restaurant, and suddenly rushed to Ye Chen and questioned loudly: "Are you Ye Chen who smuggled from Malaysia to the United States?"

Ye Chen raised his head, shook his head innocently and said: "No..."

The police officer checked the photo again, then sneered and said to his colleague: "It's him, take him away!"

As soon as the words fell, several police officers rushed up, twisted Ye Chen's arms behind his back, and took the opportunity to handcuff him.

Ye Chen pretended to struggle a few times. When the other party made a move to touch the gun, he obediently stopped struggling and resisting.

Afterward, the police handcuffed him, took him out of the restaurant, and stuffed him into the back seat of one of the police cars.

The police car roared all the way to the Immigration Bureau.

At this time, the police officers didn't know any situation about Ye Chen. They only knew that the superior notified them that a Malaysian illegal immigrant suspected of multiple theft cases appeared in a restaurant in Chinatown, and asked them to seize the time to bring the person to justice.

After bringing Ye Chen back to the Immigration Bureau, they confiscated his Malaysian passport, an old mobile phone that was not worth much, and more than two hundred US dollars in cash.

After checking the identity information on the passport, the Immigration Bureau confirmed Ye Chen's identity as a Malaysian illegal immigrant.

Afterward, Ye Chen was temporarily locked in 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 locked in the small detention room. These people were of different skin colors, and everyone looked very decadent and terrified.

Seeing Ye Chen come in, these people focused their eyes on him. Afterward, a bearded Asian man asked him in English with a heavy accent: "Are you Japanese?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "I am Malaysian, and my parents are Chinese."

Another Asian-faced man with a crew cut heard this and asked excitedly: "Buddy, I am Chinese, we are half compatriots!"

Ye Chen nodded and asked him: "How did you get in?"

The man with the crew cut smiled and mocked himself: "How else could I get in? I was caught while walking the line. I have no identity, no income, and the money I brought on the road was robbed. After coming to the United States, I had no place to stay. I set up a tent in the park every day, and the tent was robbed by the old black. I wanted to steal a bicycle to deliver food, but I was caught by the police and sent here."

Ye Chen frowned: "You walked the line to get in. Logically, you should go to Los Angeles. That place is closer to Mexico. Why did you run to New York?"

The man with the crew cut slapped his thigh: "Buddy, you also know the business! Are you also walking the line to get in?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "I came by boat."

The man with the crew cut was a little disappointed and sighed: "It's better for you who came by boat. You get on the boat from your hometown and sway for a month or so, and you'll arrive. Unlike us who walk the line, this journey is so bitter. Buddy, I'm not exaggerating, even if you don't die, you'll peel three layers of skin."

At this time, someone in the crowd muttered: "It's better for you to come by boat. Walking the line at least means standing on the ground. The last kilometer of coming by boat might have to rely on swimming. There were more than sixty people on our boat, and only half of them landed. The rest don't know where they were rolled by the waves."

When the man with the crew cut heard this, he shrank his neck and sighed: "Anyway, I really regret it. This place is not a paradise on earth at all, it's simply a purgatory on earth. That liar intermediary told me before I came that even if I wash dishes for a month, I can earn seven or eight thousand US dollars. When I really came, in a Chinese restaurant, eight people wanted to grab one bowl to wash."

As he spoke, he said to Ye Chen: "Buddy, didn't you ask me why I didn't go to Los Angeles? Actually, the first place I went to was Los Angeles. After we climbed over from Mexico, a large group of us rushed to Los Angeles first. After arriving, we found that there was no such high-paying job at all. It was all made up by the intermediary. I slept on the street there for more than ten days, and I could only eat some relief food every day. The relief food was barely enough to eat three-quarters full, and then I slept on the street. The tent was robbed by the old black, right? A fellow villager said that the competition in Los Angeles was too fierce, so why not try luck in New York."

Ye Chen asked curiously: "The West Coast to the East Coast is so far, how did you get here?"

The man with the crew cut smiled: "I came by train. It's so far. Thanks to following a few homeless people in the United States, they run around by train all day, so we followed all the way to New York. My hands were peeled off;"

"After coming to New York, I was indeed moved that New York is really prosperous. Such a big city, there should always be a place for me to stay, right? Then I thought about going to Chinatown to find a job. The job was found, delivering food for a Chinese restaurant, but I don't have a car. I can't deliver food by legs, right? So I just stole a bicycle, and I was caught and sent here."

Ye Chen smiled slightly and asked: "Then what are your plans next?"

The man with the crew cut said melancholically: "How would I know? Theoretically, my matter is not worth locking in prison. You don't know, American prisons are almost crowded. Illegal immigrants stealing and picking up things, it is highly likely that they will be released after a few days. I originally thought I could be repatriated, but they are too lazy to manage this matter now. After I go out, I still have to sleep on the street... If I had known that America was this kind of hanging look, I wouldn't have come even if I died."

Ye Chen nodded and said: "If you can find an opportunity, try to go back."

The man with the crew cut shook his head: "I want to go back, but I don't have a passport, and I have no money. Americans don't repatriate me, how can I go back? I can't go back the same way, right? This trip costs more than ten thousand US dollars..."

Ye Chen shrugged: "Then find a way to save more money and go back."

The man with the crew cut was about to cry: "Brother, I saved money for a long time before I came. I ate all the bitterness I haven't eaten in my life on the way. If I save money for a long time to go back, am I wronged..."

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh and asked: "What was your job before you came?"

"Me?" The man smiled: "Construction site, food delivery, odd jobs, anyway, I've done everything."

Ye Chen nodded. He didn't have much to comment on this situation.

The life of illegal immigrants is already difficult. Under normal circumstances, only the jobs that the lowest level of local people are unwilling to do will be the turn of illegal immigrants. Chen Zhaozhong was a leader in the financial field in Hong Kong, but when he came to the United States, he could only open a roast goose shop to make a living, let alone ordinary people like this who have no skills.

At this time, the man with the crew cut said to himself: "But to tell the truth, if I can go back, I really want to go back... This place is too different from what I imagined..."

At this time, a few more illegal immigrants were brought by the police and locked in the detention room. Among them, a yellow-skinned police officer looked at Ye Chen and said: "Ye Chen, come out with me."

The man with the crew cut asked curiously: "Buddy, is he calling you?"

"Yes, he is calling me." Ye Chen nodded and greeted the man with the crew cut: "I'm leaving."

The man with the crew cut said lost: "Why are you released as soon as you come in?"

The yellow-skinned police officer looked at the man with the crew cut and said expressionlessly: "He is going to Brooklyn Prison!"

The man with the crew cut was startled and looked at Ye Chen's back and said: "Buddy, did you kill someone or set a fire? I heard that American prisons are so chaotic, you better be careful!"

Ye Chen waved his hand without looking back and said: "Don't worry, goodbye."

The yellow-skinned police officer took Ye Chen to the office area. In a corner where no one was around, he whispered to Ye Chen: "Sir, our director has already taken the fast track and will send you to Brooklyn Prison immediately. There is an informant of mine there. After you arrive, you can look for him. His name is Lucas, a Brazilian, known as the Brooklyn Prison Know-it-all. You can ask him about the situation inside the prison. You only need to tell him that you were introduced by Andrew, and he will definitely cooperate with you without sparing any effort."

"Okay. I've noted it down." Ye Chen nodded lightly. He thought that this police officer should be a member of the intelligence network under the Fei family. For a top family like the Fei family, they would definitely spend a lot of manpower and material resources to weave an intelligence network of their own in the United States, from Congress to police stations and major government agencies, there must be their people.

Moreover, in order to ensure its own safety and confidentiality, this intelligence network must be divided into multiple different levels, with the upper levels controlling the lower levels, and the lower levels serving the upper levels, and they are not allowed to command across levels or report across levels, and even many sensitive information must be isolated layer by layer.

Sometimes, perhaps only the highest level of people know that they are serving the Fei family. Except for them, the lower levels don't know at all that they are actually a member of the Fei family's intelligence network. In this way, they can ensure that this intelligence network is safe enough.

Soon, Ye Chen went through a transfer process at the Immigration Bureau and was taken directly to Brooklyn Prison by the police.

Although Brooklyn Prison is not big, because it is located in Brooklyn, the most chaotic and highest crime rate street block in New York, the prisoners held here are mostly serious criminals, and most of them are gang members who kill, set fires, rob, and sell drugs.

Within the New York prison system, Brooklyn Prison is the most chaotic and worst environment, none of them, almost all prison guards are unwilling to work in this prison.

After Ye Chen was brought to Brooklyn Prison, through a quick admission process, he was soon assigned to the first prison area of the prison.

Because Brooklyn Prison is located in the city, it is an overall closed multi-story independent building, and there is no outdoor playground, so public places and indoor activity areas are in the center of the whole building.

On both sides of the public place are the first prison area and the second prison area. Prisoners in the two prison areas can only meet when eating and during activities.

After Ye Chen finished the procedures and changed into prison clothes, he took his toiletries and followed the prison guard to the first prison area.

Only when he really entered the prison area did Ye Chen find that this prison was simply dirtier and messier than a refugee camp.

Here, there is no such thing as a two-person cell with an independent toilet as in American movies. Here, a cell is even crowded with dozens of people. Prisoners of all races are locked in it like sardine cans, and the room is full of beds, crowded and unbearable.

All the way Ye Chen walked, all the cells he passed were exceptionally noisy. Some troublemakers even shouted loudly across the iron fence when they saw new prisoners coming in, whistled, and smashed the iron fence with plastic cups, shouting some titles like rookies, and even many perverted men, seeing Ye Chen who was delicate and tender, shouted some unbearable dirty words.

Ye Chen walked past with an expressionless face, recording the appearance of everyone who shouted at him one by one, especially those perverted animals, which made him feel disgusted, so he couldn't help but mutter: "This shit-like place should also be well rectified."