Hans, Brother Wolf, and the others drew crosses on their chests to express their condolences for the unfortunate couple. Some border policemen shook their heads and drew crosses on their chests as well.
No one would feel good about such a thing.
The bodies of the siblings were found by American volunteers, and they had to be sent back to Mexico.
Two stretchers, one big and one small, were sent through the passage door, where Mexican law enforcement officers were waiting.
The stretchers were covered with white cloth and tied at the front and back. A woman took the cross from her neck and placed it in front of the small stretcher, her face full of grief.
There were still some people waiting to be deported. They were all handcuffed and lined up like prisoners, surrounded by police officers who escorted them to Mexico.
These people were stowaways. Some were caught and detained when they first crossed the border, while others were caught and deported after staying in the United States illegally for many years.
Looking at these people, Li Du asked, "Godzilla, how did you come to the United States?"
Godzilla said in a muffled voice, "I was strong and did heavy work. At that time, the United States introduced some new immigration policies to attract low-level workers. I was lucky …"
Halfway through his sentence, he stopped talking and stared straight at the deported stowaways.
Li Du asked, "What are you looking at?"
Godzilla did not seem to hear Li Du's words. He continued to stare ahead, his thick Adam's apple trembling. He looked very excited.
Li Du asked again, "What do you see?"
"An acquaintance." Godzilla finally recovered and said slowly, "I saw a guy I used to know."
As he spoke, he pointed out to Li Du.
It was a middle-aged man with a sad face and dull eyes. He was quite strong, especially his neck, which was almost as thick as his head. This kind of person was often good at fighting and had strong endurance.
Li Du said, "You met him when you were in a gang?"
Godzilla nodded and said in a low voice, "Yes, a gang member, a good driver. He used to dominate the underground races for a long time."
"This kind of person should be doing well in Mexico, right? Why did he go to the United States? "Li Du wondered.
Godzilla said, "He didn't drive illegal racing cars anymore. His son was proud of him, so he secretly drove fast and got into an accident."
After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss, should I go and say hello? In fact, we used to be good brothers. We were good brothers in the gang. "
This was the first time Li Du had heard Godzilla address someone as a "good brother." In his impression, this guy was a man of few words, like a lone wolf, and kept to himself.
Brother Wolf was even more taciturn, but that was a habit formed by his profession. He was actually very passionate and had a good relationship with Big Quinn, Hans, and the others.
Li Du thought for a while and asked, "Buddy, are you a good driver? How good is it? "
"Just like in the movies," Godzilla said. "He once drove a van with six guys and got rid of 20 to 30 cars chasing him."
"What about him? Would he get into trouble? How is his work standard? "Li Du continued to ask.
Godzilla seemed to understand what he meant and immediately said, "He's as reliable as I am. He's not one of those gangsters. Like me, he joined the gang because he had no choice but to. Later, when he had the chance, he left the gang."
Li Du said, "I happen to be in need of a full-time driver. If you think he's suitable, I'd like to try him."
"He's perfect," Godzilla said happily. "His nickname is Driver!"
Li Du smiled and walked up to the policeman. "Hey, buddy, I have a friend here. I think there's a problem. Why is he here?"
The policeman looked at him cautiously and said, "We're not sure. We're doing things according to the law. The people here don't have legal residency in the United States."
Godzilla's size was exaggerated, and he attracted some attention when he got closer.
The middle-aged man, whom he called Driver, did not do so. He was still looking at the ground blankly, like an old monk sitting in meditation.
Hans saw that Li Du wanted to bail out the middle-aged man and said, "You can't do this, Li. You need a lawyer and a bond."
Li Du said, "No hurry, let's see his attitude first."
After that, he said to the policeman, "I think there may be a misunderstanding. Can you let me talk to my friend and ask him what happened? Look, there's a tragedy in the Congo. We don't want another tragedy to happen, right? "
Hearing this, the policeman was silent for a few seconds. He stared at Li Du and then asked, "Who's your friend?"
"Carlos Pedro, that guy," Godzilla hurriedly pointed out.
The policeman looked at the middle-aged man and noticed that he was not in a good mood. He nodded reluctantly and said, "You guys can talk."
Godzilla walked over, and the Mexicans around him instinctively stepped back.
At this time, the middle-aged man finally noticed something was wrong and raised his head.
He saw Godzilla and was stunned at first. Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, brother, you seem to be doing well."
Godzilla grabbed his shoulder and asked, "Driver, what's going on?"
The middle-aged man said indifferently, "Just as you saw, I went to the United States, but I snuck in. Now I've been deported."
Godzilla said, "I have a way to keep you in the United States. You can drive for my boss."
The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. Godzilla added, "Boss is doing serious business!"
But the middle-aged man still shook his head and said simply, "I want to go home."
Godzilla nodded silently. He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said, "Good luck."
Returning to Li Du's side, he said sadly, "Sorry boss, he doesn't want to stay in the United States. I can't get him to work for you."
Li Du said, "It doesn't matter. Brother Wolf is a good driver."
Godzilla smacked his lips and said, "Brother Wolf is good, but when it comes to driving, the driver is better. He's really good!"
The stowaways were all repatriated, and the passage was reopened for people to pass through.
Li Du took out his passport and visa for the border control officer to see. The officer looked at them and asked, "What are you going to Mexico for?"
"To eat," Li Du answered honestly.
The officer was surprised. He looked at him and curled his lips. He stamped the passport and returned it to him.
At the end of the passage was a turnstile door. After passing through it, they were on Mexican soil. To be exact, they had set foot on the land of Sonora, Mexico.
It was different from what Li Du had seen around the warehouse. The Mexican land here was also a desert, but it was not desolate at all. There were many houses and many people living there.
Looking south, four or five kilometers away from the border, a town rose from the ground. Under the setting sun, the town was brightly lit, welcoming a lively night.
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