The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

Just as Qin Chuan was thinking, the plane's radio announcement sounded.

[Gentlemen and ladies, it is 18:20 local time in Washington, D.C., USA. We will arrive at the DC International Airport in 10 minutes. Please continue to fasten your seat belt, do not move around, and wait for the plane to land safely. 】

Soon, the plane landed smoothly.

As first-class passengers, Qin Chuan and Ji Ranqing got off the plane first and went to the U.S. Customs Entry Department.

This is the peak time for entry in the evening.

Many international flights land at the Washington International Airport, and the United States' immigration procedures are among the most stringent in the world.

Long queues at immigration for non-nationals.

Because Ji Ranqing has obtained a green card, the access is different from Qin Chuan.

So the two entered the country separately.

Qin Chuan's team is mostly Chinese, and there are many Chinese students in it.

At the end of the queue was a white American customs officer.

The other party's face was full of impatience, indifference and meanness.

The team was advancing in an orderly manner, and the white customs officer suddenly shouted "Security! Security! Security!"

In an instant, several heavily armed and tall airport guards rushed over.

Qin Chuan took a step sideways and looked forward.

I saw that the person standing at the border crossing and being interrogated by the customs was a thin Asian boy wearing glasses.

The boy was frightened by the loud roar from the US Customs and stayed in place.

Before he could recover, several burly airport guards threw him to the ground.

How can a boy's small body withstand the weight of several airport guards?

He groaned in pain and wanted to scream for help.

But his neck was stuck tightly by the airport guard, and his trachea could not be ventilated.

Seeing that he was about to suffocate, several airport guards pulled the boy up from the ground.

Afterwards, the guards detained the boy behind his back and took him away from the scene.

The white American customs officers who witnessed the whole process smiled sarcastically and celebrated with clenched fists, as if they had won a battle.

After the celebration was over, he saw that the next person to enter the country was an Asian face.

Then the joyful expression suddenly turned back to indifference.

He rolled his eyes at the other party and shouted "Next!"

The Chinese students behind Qin Chuan looked timid.

"Damn it, Washington International Airport really lives up to its reputation. It's such a pervert."

"If it weren't for the cheap air tickets to Washington, I wouldn't come here to enter the country."

"It would be terrible if we were deported and not allowed to enter the country..."

Listening to the discussion of several people, Qin Chuan was a little curious.

He turned around and chatted, "Brother, what do you mean this airport deserves its reputation?"

The other party saw that Qin Chuan was also Chinese, so he said helplessly, "Because this is the capital of the United States, the immigration process at Washington International Airport is the most terrifying, and the deportation rate is particularly high. The American customs here like to discriminate against Asians, and they especially like to bully us. Chinese. Chinese people are often subject to inexplicable interrogations and difficulties when entering the country. Also, they like to lock you in a dark room for three days to torture you mentally. "

Just as Qin Chuan was chatting with a few people, the U.S. Customs at the end of the line shouted again, "Security! Security! Security!"

This time, a boy with an Asian face was stopped by the other party.

Fortunately, the other party is not from China, but from Japan.

The Japanese boy raised his hands in the air with a look of panic.

He shouted in Japanese, "I am Japanese! Japanese! Not Chinese! You have greatly misunderstood! Our Japanese and American countries have been friendly countries for generations, and you have no reason to deport me. I am about to graduate and cannot be here." time to be deported.”

While the Japanese boy shouted loudly, he grabbed his passport that was on the table, turned around and ran away.

The airport security guards saw the Japanese trying to run away without any trace of panic on their faces.

They even laughed mockingly.

Several people watched leisurely as the Japanese boys fled in panic.

After watching the monkey show, one of the airport guards took out a gun from his waist and shot the Japanese boy in the thigh.

boom...

The Japanese boy was shot to the ground, blood gushing from his thigh.

The guard pointed at the Japanese man on the ground and said to his colleague, "Chris, go call him an ambulance! By the way, call him the most expensive private hospital ambulance."

When the subordinate named Chris heard this, a greedy smile appeared on his face.

Upon seeing this, the Chinese boy said to Qin Chuan in a low voice, "American people are really bad. They deliberately injure people and send them to private hospitals. The fees charged by private hospitals in the United States are sky-high! I have a friend who just chatted with the doctor. He was charged 15 US dollars for being in bed for 5600 minutes. This Japanese man actually had to be taken to an ambulance. He was afraid he would go bankrupt..."

Although the Americans shot Japanese people, Qin Chuan couldn't stand their behavior.

In a team, as long as there is an Asian face.

You will be faced with difficulties by US Customs.

You can enter the country as a white person with a black face.

The US customs will be as friendly as Lao Wang next door and greet you with a smile.

They would even chat and chat, "The weather is nice today." "Have you eaten?" "Is your wife at home?"

During subsequent passes, people with Asian faces were constantly having their boxes opened for inspection, their pants taken off for inspection, and even taken to a small dark room for confinement.

No one with an Asian face could escape the difficulties faced by the white customs officers.

Every time he made things difficult for an Asian, the expression on his face became more excited.

He even took out his little notebook and recorded the number of people who were being troublesome today.

The entire team was trembling and did not dare to raise their heads to look at him.

Everyone feels that as long as they are not locked up in a small dark room or deported, they will feel aggrieved as long as they feel aggrieved.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Soon, the team will line up to Qinchuan.

The person in front of Qin Chuan was a Yue countryman. As expected, he had an accident.

Because I was too nervous, I took out my passport a second slower.

The white customs officer immediately faced him and asked him to take off his clothes and pants for inspection. He was served with a big black stick in the customs' small black room.

The Yue people knelt down and wailed, begging for mercy.

But the more he begged for mercy, the more excited the Americans became...

When the Chinese student behind Qin Chuan saw this, he quickly reminded Qin Chuan, "Brother, take out your passport quickly, otherwise, if you move too slowly, this person will definitely make things difficult for you."

Qin Chuan smiled and took out his passport.

The Chinese international student carefully reminded me, "Brother, it's best to turn your passport to the visa page. Let's not give the other party any leverage."

Qin Chuan took the passport in his hand, patted it on his hand, and said calmly, "Visa? I don't have a visa."

The Chinese international student was stunned, "No visa? You don't have a US visa?"

Qin Chuan said calmly, "Well, I didn't. This time I came to the United States on a whim and it was not part of the plan, so I didn't apply for a visa."