Movie World I Am A King

Three months later—

In the immigration lane at Los Angeles International Airport...

An immigration officer in uniform was sitting in front of the passageway at the port of entry, looking at the burly Asian man in a black suit with a tattoo on the front of his arm in front of him, and said, "What are you doing in America?"

"Wedding... Attending a friend's wedding..." The man replied in his extremely broken English.

"..." The immigration officer looked questioningly at the flesh-faced guy in front of him... This guy looked like a gangster... But in view of the neon of his visa, in the end the immigration officer still let him He passed.

"Next..." The immigration officer watched the man walk out of the passage with a happy face, and he turned his face helplessly... Forget about him, anyway, he was just doing things according to the regulations, and even if something happened, he couldn't find it.

However - when the next immigration officer stood in front of him, the immigration officer had a feeling that God was joking with him... Who will tell him why this guy has more tattoos than the 500 guys just now, Still exaggerating? ? "What are you doing in America?"

"At a friend's wedding..." This guy's English is also broken, not as good as that guy just now.

"..." The immigration officer looked at his passport, it was also a neon one...these two belong to the same group...well, let's pass.

Thinking of this - the immigration officer pressed the visa stamp in his hand and let this guy pass...

However——soon...he discovered one thing, could it be that people from the Neon Jidao organization came to organize a group to attend the wedding today? In the past, the guy who didn't see a single one in the past few days, today he saw more than a hundred numbers, and it was only seen by his entry channel...not to mention other entry channels.

Such inbound incidents were simultaneously staged at various international airports on the west coast of the United States... According to statistics, on this day, there were at least 20,000 neon polar figures pouring into the territory of the United States.

at the same time--

FBI headquarters... Hoover Building.

"Are those neon people crazy?? What are they going to do?? Start World War III?" Sitting in his office, Michael looked at the report in front of him, and felt an urge to scold MMP— , In one day, more than 20,000 members of the Neon Jidao organization poured into the United States... and the reason for entering the country was to attend a wedding ceremony...

Are they joking? Could it be that their Emperor Nihong plans to get married in the United States? And even if the emperor gets married here... it's not their turn to show up...

"Head...I think this is not the worst..." A man in a suit said and handed Michael another entry record.

"..."

"..."

"Did all those guys from the Immigration Bureau grow up in Chixiang?" Before finishing the record, Michael threw the documents in his hand on the table... "There are so many Chinese gangsters in Southeast Asia. Went to the United States to attend a wedding?? And those immigration officers allowed them to enter? Did their heads grow on their buttocks??"

"The Immigration Bureau said...these guys are holding regular tourist passports, and the reasons for entering the country are very good..." An agent carefully explained: "So they can't refuse the visa...and...they are here There is no criminal record in the country... so - they also follow the rules... there is no way!"

"...According to the rules..." Michael patted the table angrily... How many people have been rejected by these guys every year with various unreasonable reasons? Offend those gangsters... It's fun for them to go to the fucking world, but how much trouble they have created for themselves... "Now...immediately...immediately...notify the Immigration Bureau to refuse visas for all entry personnel with gangster background... ..."

"Head..." A female detective took a step forward and said, "I think...it's better not to notify the Immigration Bureau..."

"Why??" Michael glared at his subordinates. "You'd better give me a reason... Otherwise, this case will be handed over to you..."

"If we refuse the visa...they may use other ways to enter the country, such as smuggling in from Mexico...by then, there will be more people coming in...but we have no way to supervise... ...So, I think it's better for them to be exposed...at least if they enter the country through formal channels...it will be much more convenient for us to supervise them..."

"..." Michael twirled the pen in his hand, and after thinking about the gains and losses for a long time... It felt like she was right... But—there was only one thing he wanted to know urgently...

That is - what are these guys coming to the United States for? ?

Not to mention the ridiculous reason for customs clearance - attending a wedding or something is too nonsense... Whose wedding can make tens of thousands of gangsters leave their own territory and come to the United States? ?

Rather than making him believe in those nonsense, it would be easier to make him believe that there really is a God in this world.

"Okay...for the time being..." Michael sighed, and said: "but-I ask you to keep an eye on them...see what they are doing in the United States, and...for I'll ask the Gambino family...are they up to something again, and...if they're going to start a war with those neon people, they better inform us first...by the way, warn those Chinese halls The boss of the mouth, let them give me a little peace recently... don't make trouble for me."

"Yes, head..." XN

"If you know it, do it, GOGOGO..." Michael drove all his subordinates out of the office like driving cattle with a look of anger.

Looking at the calm office again...Michael stood up slowly, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the scenery downstairs...he remained silent.

He feels that the mass influx of foreign underworld organizations into the United States this time...is definitely not simple...but what is the reason for these guys to come to the United States at the same time...he still doesn't know.

So - now he is eager to know what is attracting these guys to the United States... He doesn't want to face the president's questioning without knowing anything... I just hope everything goes well.

PS: The first chapter has been updated...