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?"

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 on the boat, and only half of them make it ashore. The rest 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?" JrNovels.com