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 two hundred 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?”