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Chapter 557 Chinese New Year: A Perfect Time for Smuggling! (Third Update!)

After dinner, the family gathered in the living room to watch the news. The evening news was the same old three programs, and everyone was busy.

Meanwhile, footage from abroad shows frequent illegal border crossings at the Mexican border.

Seeing this, Ji Guoping, who was slightly tipsy, suddenly asked Lin Yi, "Tell me, how come Mexico, such a large country, doesn't even have any level of governance?"

Having drunk some alcohol, Lin Yi was a little sleepy. Hearing his father-in-law's question, he paused, then stared wide-eyed and said:

"Is it possible that it's not that Mexicans are too useless, but that there's a guy next to them?"

"You mean America?" Ji Guoping responded groggily, then suddenly raised his hand and waved it forcefully:
"Cross the Pacific and liberate America!"

Hearing his sudden shout, Lin Yi's eyes widened again, and he turned to the kitchen and shouted, "Mom, aren't you going to beat up Dad?"

Fang Hui was preparing some snacks when she suddenly heard this question and poked her head out from the kitchen: "Why hit him? He wasn't drunk!"

The next second, Ji Guoping's voice rang out again: "Cross the Pacific Ocean and liberate America!"

Fang heard the sound from the kitchen, sighed, and walked out of the kitchen, untying his apron as he went.

Then he helped Ji Guoping up and slowly dragged him into the room.

Not long after, Lin Yi was also dragged into the room by Ji Shuangshuang.

Crossing the Pacific and liberating America is impossible, but smuggling people into the country is possible.

After a long period of preparation, Cateroloa, who was born and raised in Mexico but whose heart suddenly turned to America, is finally ready to travel to America.

Who knows what will happen after this trip? Maybe he'll do even better, or maybe, as Piero said, he'll end up with nothing.

So before leaving, he decided to take a good look at Mexico, Mexico City, to leave himself with some memories, memories that would have supported his struggles in America.

Early in the morning, he packed his backpack, grabbed his phone, and started wandering around Mexico City.

He would take a picture whenever he saw a beautiful place, something fun, or a landmark.

On the way, he encountered people from other gangs.

They were all gangsters, and according to this schedule, they were all "on duty," which meant distributing goods to their henchmen.

So when the other gang members saw him idly strolling around the streets, they were all stunned.

While they were stunned, the other gang members quickly realized that this guy had crossed the line!
There was no shouting or yelling; the gangsters simply acted in unison, naturally pulling out knives from their pockets, picking up bricks or sticks from the roadside, and slowly surrounding him.

Seeing this, Catroya quickly raised his hands and said, "I'm just here for sightseeing!"

"Tourism?" The gangsters opposite laughed as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world. They exchanged a glance, grabbed their weapons, and surrounded Catroya.

Seeing that things were going badly, Catroya raised his phone and took one last commemorative photo of the gangsters in his hometown, then grabbed his backpack and ran away.

After running out of the other party's controlled area, he turned around and ran to the other side of the car dealership. He took out the ID card he had obtained from someone else, spent $1000 to rent a car, and then drove south.

Mexico and Cuba are separated by the sea. Getting from Mexico to Cuba is actually quite simple: either take a plane from Mexico City or go to Cancun, the easternmost city in Mexico, and take a boat.

The journey from Mexico City to Cancun is over 1500 kilometers, and Cateroloa's heart was burning with excitement as he traveled to America. He covered the 1500-kilometer distance in less than 15 hours.

Upon arriving in Cancun, with the help of money, he found a boat that could smuggle him to Cuba.

The price is not expensive, only $1000.

After paying the money and buying some food, Catroya boarded the boat and waited quietly. After he took two naps, the smuggling boat finally had enough people.

Upon waking, Caterroya instinctively turned his gaze to these people, and after careful observation, he figured out their origins.

They were all illegal immigrants from Africa, Asia, and South America.

They had different skin colors and spoke different languages, but they all shared the same idea: to go to America.

Catroya sat in the corner, eating his food at a leisurely pace.

The ship set sail and quickly left Mexico, then entered international waters.

The boat was moving along when it suddenly stopped. Then, the captain, accompanied by several men carrying guns, walked into the cabin with a smile.

"Gentlemen, because Cuba is tightening its policies, we need more money!"

"It's not expensive. Just add another $3000 per person. Pay up and I'll send you to Cuba. If you don't pay, the fish in the Caribbean Sea also like to eat human flesh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two black men, each over 1.9 meters tall and weighing around 180 pounds, stepped forward and mumbled a few words. After the boat captain finished speaking, the man next to him heard what the boat captain had said. Without the slightest hesitation, Boss Chen raised his gun and fired two shots.

The flashes of bullets illuminated the cabin, and the sounds echoed incessantly. A bullet that flashed past pierced through two Black men, then ricocheted and hit an even farther distance.

The two Black men stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, and slowly collapsed.

The boat captain casually switched off the safety on his gun, then casually twirled the pistol with his index finger. With a flick of his left hand, his men immediately stepped forward and began searching the backpacks of the two black men.

He continued to look at the crowd with an air of nonchalance and calmly said:

"I think it's absolutely worth $3000 to buy a life!"

"This is at sea, so be careful. If I kill you all, all the money is mine!"

"However, I am a businessman, and I need to maintain my business. As long as you cooperate, I will not kill you!"

"Understand?"

Along with the sound, the man next to the boat captain came out carrying a bag, walked up to the nearest person, and swapped bags with him.

She was a plump woman from Africa.

When she saw the man approaching, she quickly covered her backpack, but others were just passing by with the bodies of the two black men. She quickly opened her backpack again, took out a wallet from the bottom, and rummaged through it for a while.

The movements were messy and slow. The person collecting the money couldn't stand it anymore, so he snatched the wallet, opened it, counted the money inside for a while, took out 30 $100 bills, put them in his bag, threw the rest of the money back to the African woman, turned around, and continued to collect money from the next person.

When these people approached Catroya, he naturally pulled out 30 bills and handed them over. The other person gave him an appreciative look, took the bills, and turned to leave.

Carter looked around for a while. There were 37 people in total. The wallets of the two who died were taken by the boat captain.

With 35 people and $3000 each, the boat captain quickly amassed $10.

It's said that this boat captain owns several boats, each capable of making two round trips between Cuba and Mexico daily, earning 10 per trip, which adds up to hundreds of thousands a day. Indeed, the travel guide was right.

On the road to America, as long as you are ruthless and merciless enough, opportunities abound.

Such opportunities are even more abundant in America. As long as you can get close to America and are ruthless enough, you will eventually make it big!
Gathering his courage, Caterroya slowly closed his eyes. Once in Cuba, he would need to contact a ship to travel from Cuba to America.

These things all take time, and even more so, mental energy. Right now, we need to replenish our mental energy.

The boat captain was very helpful; instead of taking them to Sandino, the easternmost point of Cuba, he took them directly to Havana.

This delivery saved Caterroya a lot of time.

After disembarking, Caterroya took out his phone, switched to the Cuban SIM card he had specially bought beforehand, and logged into the app he had used to find travel guides.

Start posting on social media.

[From Cancun, Mexico to Cuba, the boat captain was incredibly kind and even prepared food for us. Furthermore, for an extra fee, he would take us directly to Havana, saving us hundreds of kilometers in between – a great deal!]

After finishing writing the text, he didn't hesitate for a moment and clicked send immediately.

After sending those messages, he turned and headed toward the Havana pier; he had no time to waste in Havana.

Meanwhile, the East Asian communities in Miami were celebrating some kind of New Year, a New Year's celebration he had also seen in Mexico City.

It's mainly inhabited by people from China, Vietnam, Japan, and South Korea.

The ethnic groups in these countries all say this is their festival.

However, their performances differed.

Miami has a diverse ethnic population, and other ethnic groups have joined in the fun, so even border patrol personnel have relaxed their vigilance considerably. If you miss this period, the next time you go there, you might encounter the very strict National Guard.

Before entering the pier, he reviewed the travel guide again. After finishing the guide, he leisurely walked towards a Cuban restaurant at the pier entrance.

He walked over, ordered a plate of stir-fried chicken, but instead of eating it, he held it in his hand and shook it up and down three times.

Upon seeing this, the cashier gave him a friendly smile:

"Guest, if you don't like the environment in the front yard, we have a quiet place in the backyard where you can enjoy yourself at your leisure."

After the cashier finished speaking, a waiter immediately came over, pointed to the door, and then led Caterpillar around to the back.

As he reached the backyard gate, Catroya suddenly realized that he wasn't the only one trying to smuggle himself across the border; there were many others.

In that small backyard, a long queue had formed.

What he found even more absurd was that after queuing for ages to get into the backyard, he discovered that there were Cuban officials inside!

Upon seeing him enter, the uniformed staff immediately waved to him and called out in English, "Friend, for just $2000, you can obtain full Cuban citizenship."

"No matter where you came from before, you can use it once you arrive in America!"

After a brief hesitation, Catroya pulled out $2000 and bought a Cuban citizenship.

The staff worked quickly, taking photos, registering information, and entering it into the website. The whole process took less than 20 minutes. With a thud from the stamping machine, a brand-new set of Cuban citizenship documents was delivered to Catelloa.

"Sir, please keep your documents safe. You can buy your ticket to Florida over there."

"The ticket price is $3000, and they will take you directly to the beach south of Miami. There are no extra charges for this ticket, and no one will charge you extra fees on the boat."

"I wish you a pleasant journey!"

After greeting Catelloa, the staff member moved on to the next person: "Beautiful lady, would you like a Cuban citizenship?"

"At least with this citizenship, if you're deported, you'll be sent back to Cuba. You can just cross over from here, which will be convenient and quick!"

"If you are deported in the morning, you can take a boat there in the afternoon, creating a positive cycle!"

Hearing this sound, Catroya bought a ticket and boarded the ship.

On the ship, he asked the others, "Has Cuba always been like this?"

No one else answered him; instead, it was the old sailor standing nearby who spoke up:
"Back then, America had a policy that allowed anyone with Cuban citizenship to directly enter America and obtain American citizenship."

"That was our most glorious time!"

"I remember back then, we had to make three round trips a day, and each boat was full of people."

"But……"

The old sailor sighed, "But the Americans quickly canceled that policy, what a pity."

"If I had been a little bolder back then, I would be a millionaire now."

After hearing his words, Catroya silently kept them in mind.

Be bold and dare to take the plunge.

Before long, the ship was full of people. Then the captain picked up the flag, shouted "Set sail!" and the ship quietly sailed off from the dock, heading north towards Florida.

As they approached the waters off America, a small Coast Guard boat stopped them. Under the anxious gaze of the group of stowaways, the captain greeted the small boat with a smile, then pulled out a wad of cash and handed it over.

After counting the money, the coast guard officer waved his hand, turned the patrol boat around, and headed in another direction.

The smuggling boats also set sail again, heading towards Miami once more.

When the small boat arrived in Miami, it was already night. Under the cover of darkness, the boat docked, the captain lowered the gangplank, and shouted to the people in the cabin, "My friends, can you see this?"

"That city ahead is Miami, let's go!"

"If we rush over there, we'll be able to live a good life!"

"I hope that one day when I run into you in America, you'll buy me a cup of coffee!"

"Now, get your legs moving, let your adrenaline carry you, and charge forward!"

After he shouted, the stowaways in the cabin, like ducks released from their cages, jumped into the water and ran towards the distant city, wading through the shallow water.

(End of this chapter)