The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5557

Around noon, Charlie found himself alone in a bustling Sterling restaurant nestled within the heart of Chinatown. He savored each bite of his meal, the flavors of home bringing a semblance of comfort to his day. But as he ate, the tranquility was shattered by the sudden arrival of two Immigration Bureau police cars. Their flashing lights silently screamed trouble.

Charlie kept his head down, seemingly indifferent to the commotion unfolding outside the restaurant’s window.

Several police officers rushed in with haste, snapping photos of the patrons. Abruptly, they approached Charlie, their voices raised in unison, “Are you Charlie, the one who smuggled into the United States from Malaysia?”

Charlie raised his head, feigning innocence as he shook it, “No.”

The officers reviewed the photo again and shared a knowing sneer. One of them turned to his colleagues, whispering, “That’s him, let’s take him in!”

Before Charlie could react, they pounced, twisting his arms behind his back and handcuffing him.

He pretended to resist for a moment, but when the threat of a drawn weapon loomed, he wisely ceased struggling.

The officers bundled him into one of their cars, sirens blaring as they raced toward the immigration office.

At this juncture, the officers were ignorant of Charlie’s background. All they knew was that their superiors had tipped them off about a Malaysian illegal immigrant suspected of multiple thefts lurking in a Chinatown eatery, instructing them to seize the opportunity and apprehend him.

Once at the immigration office, they confiscated Charlie’s Malaysian passport, a decrepit old mobile phone, and a little over two hundred dollars in cash. Verification of his passport’s identity information

confirmed his status as an illegal immigrant from Malaysia.

Charlie was temporarily confined in the immigration office’s detention room, awaiting his uncertain fate.

Upon arrival, Charlie found himself surrounded by at least twenty others who shared the same predicament. These detainees spanned various skin tones, their expressions marked by despair and fear.

Spotting Charlie, an Asian man with a scruffy beard approached him, struggling with his English accent as he asked, “Are you Japanese?”

Charlie shook his head, replying, “I’m Malaysian, but my parents are Chinese.”

Another Asian-faced man with short hair perked up upon hearing this. He exclaimed, “Brother, I’m Chinese too! We share common roots!”

Jagoan nodded and inquired, “How did you end up here?”

The short-haired man chuckled wryly, “Well, there’s no glamorous story. I walked the wire, had no identity, no cash – I was even robbed on my journey here. I arrived with nothing, set up a makeshift tent in the park, only for it to be stolen by an old guy. I thought about pilfering a bicycle for food deliveries, but the police caught me, and here I am.”

to New York

thigh, exclaiming, “You know your stuff, Brother! You didn’t come through

head, revealing,

few months on a boat from your hometown – not like us, enduring a grueling journey. I’ve been through hell, it’s as if

the whole time, sometimes having to

told me I could make seven to eight grand washing dishes in a month. But when I got here, eight of us fought over a single

to Los Angeles. Well, initially, I did. After arriving from Mexico, a bunch of us made our way to Los Angeles, only to realize those high-paying jobs were a lie. I spent

the west

of course. It’s a long haul, so we followed a few seasoned hobos, the ones who ride trains all day

New York,” he continued, “I thought, ‘This city’s bustling, there must be a place for me here.’ I contemplated finding work in Chinatown, settled on a job delivering food for a Chinese restaurant, but

offered a faint smile, inquiring,

locked up for what I’ve done. American prisons are overcrowded. Petty crimes by illegal immigrants often result in mere days behind bars. After release, I assumed they’d deport me, but they couldn’t care less. Now, I’ll be back on the streets… If I’d known the U.S. was like

find a

and retracing my steps is impossible. This trip cost over ten thousand dollars – where would I

“Then focus

“Brother, I spent ages saving for this journey. Along the way, I indulged in foods I’d never tasted before.

help but chuckle, asking, “What did

jobs, even a bit of extra work

the dire circumstances faced by these illegal immigrants. The life they led was unforgiving. Only the jobs that the locals shunned were available to them. Hogan had been a financial luminary back in Hong Kong, but in the United States, he eked out a living running a roast goose shop. For those without specialized skills, the path was even more

reflection, the short-haired man muttered, “I’m just speaking from the heart. If I could, I’d return… This place

and placed into a detention room. Among them was a yellow-skinned officer who fixed his gaze

“Jagoan, come with me.”

piped up, “Hey, buddy, what did

greetings with the short-haired man. “He’s

short-haired man appeared slightly disappointed, querying, “Why’d they whisk you away

short-haired man and declared, “He’s being transferred to Brooklyn

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