I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Chapter 143 Caught

Liu Fu seemed a little deflated and was speechless for a long time after hearing what this guy said.

Even using the names of his friends didn't work. It seemed that these Vietnamese people were determined to deal with them.

Chen Xi knew Uncle Lei. In his previous life, he wanted to open a billiard hall in Box Hill because of that person's connection. However, he had never met the other party. It turned out that his friend's girlfriend was Uncle Lei's daughter.

Now that there are policemen nearby, this Vietnamese guy will definitely not hurt anyone. It is estimated that they have had a long-standing grudge with the Chinese here and are looking for an excuse to cause trouble.

When I came here, I saw that most of the restaurants on this street were run by Chinese. It seemed that the living space of these Vietnamese people was compressed, so they were naturally dissatisfied.

Chen Xi put his hands in his pockets and began to observe Brother Feng carefully.

This guy took the lead to rescue the situation with such a aggressive attitude, but now he doesn't say a word.

The Vietnamese man put all the blame on Dongdong with just a few words. Brother Feng probably thought that Dongdong was Lao Liang's man. Now that Dongdong introduced himself as being from Box Hill, others probably didn't want to get involved.

The Chinese in Richmond were also afraid that things would get out of hand and they would clash with the Vietnamese. They might have wanted to gradually occupy the area by nibbling away at it.

Both sides had their own thoughts, and Dongdong just happened to be the fuse for their conflict.

This Brother Feng doesn't seem to be reliable. The people on their side are not Lao Liang's people, they are just friends.

It is basically certain that the other party will not come forward to protect them.

Why does this guy next to him look so familiar?

Why is he looking at me? I'm not gay.

Chen Xi looked at the youngest man among the three and felt that he had seen him somewhere.

"H?"

"Xi?"

Chen Xi asked tentatively, and the other party actually called out his name.

This Vietnamese guy was the one he met when they had a fight on the roadside when he first came to Australia.

The name is a bit strange. Many Vietnamese people's English names are words that have the same pronunciation as Vietnamese. The English name of H is Ho.

For convenience, Chen Xi always called him by his nickname "He". No matter how you pronounce it, it sounds almost the same.

"I didn't recognize you even though you changed your hairstyle!" He doesn't speak Mandarin, so the two can only communicate in English.

"They are all acquaintances, you see..."

"Biu~Biu~"

Before Chen Xi could finish his words, the sirens sounded.

Since it was a colleague who requested reinforcements, the police arrived at the scene quickly without any delay. After all, white people only regard white people as their own people, and they still look at Asian and black immigrants with tinted glasses.

"Everyone, spread out and stand against the wall!"

"Show me your ID!"

The fat policeman, who had been watching the show on the side, suddenly became very aggressive when he saw his companions arrive.

He walked over with his fat body swaying.

The number of reinforcements was not large, consisting of only two police cars and six police officers.

As soon as they got out of the car, they immediately surrounded them. Three of them put their hands on the holsters at their waists, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

The fat policeman shouted loudly with great momentum, asking them to show their ID cards.

However, how could these illegal immigrants in Vietnam have ID cards?
The same goes for Chen Xi. For people like him who have not immigrated, their passports are kept at home, and their driver's license is a translated one. There is only a piece of paper in his wallet, and there is not even a photo on it. But fortunately, he has a student card of Didi University.

The fat policeman was obviously trying to intimidate these people by showing off his power. He also knew that most of them could not produce their ID cards.

"What are you all doing here?" one of the policemen asked.

“Queue up to eat dumplings!” answered several of those who could speak English.

"Heh." Several policemen were also amused by their words. Dozens of good people gathered here in the middle of the night to line up to eat dumplings. Who would believe this nonsense?

"Turn around, lie on the wall, and search!" Under normal circumstances, Australian police are relatively polite to people, but this is only compared to the United States. However, these guys are all illegal immigrants, so they naturally won't treat them like ordinary citizens.

The police searched the Vietnamese one by one. I don't know if it was an agreement, but these seemingly fierce guys didn't even have a nail clipper on them. The Chinese were naturally more honest and well-behaved, and they found nothing after searching for a long time.

According to Australia's immigration law, anyone who stays illegally will face deportation. Illegal immigrants are considered illegal immigrants, so if they are caught, they will face deportation back to their home country. The authorities will arrange multiple flights back to the country and provide strict security to ensure that illegal immigrants are successfully sent back to their home country.

In addition, the Australian government has always implemented a strict immigration policy. For overstaying or other illegal behaviors, the government will take severe punishment measures to ensure that immigration laws are upheld. Deporting illegal immigrants is one of the important measures taken by the government to combat illegal immigration.

Under normal circumstances, these people would be invited to the police station for tea and then packed up and sent back to their country.

But in Yueguo District, there are a large number of illegal residents, and most of the dozens of people in front of us are probably illegal residents.

These white police officers usually turn a blind eye to this. As long as no one is harmed or murder is committed, basically nothing will happen.

The leaders of the Vietnamese will also try their best to cooperate with the police management to ensure that their people do not cause trouble.

This way everyone can relax a little.

As the saying goes, regulations are dead, but people are alive, and this situation is similar in every country.

"That guy beat us up."

Just when the police were about to let everyone go home, the Vietnamese youth who had been beaten by Dongdong before, under the signal of the smoking man, actually shouted in public: Damn, it turns out that this guy can speak English. He pretended to speak only Vietnamese before.

Chen Xi and the others secretly cursed this young man for what he was up to. The matter was already over, but he suddenly jumped out to cause trouble.

"Hey, He, take care of your people." Chen Xi said in a low voice to He beside him.

"Shut up..."

"Don't make any sound!"

Before He could finish his words, he was interrupted by a policeman and told to turn around and face the wall.

The atmosphere, which had originally calmed down, suddenly became tense again.

The policeman began to ask about the cause of the incident, and then another person came over and started asking about Dongdong's condition.

Chen Xi stood by and could only worry.

"You, you...get in the car with us."

Soon, a policeman pointed at Chen Xi and others, as well as several Vietnamese youths who had previously clashed, including the smoking man, and asked them to get into the police car.

None of them were handcuffed, and the police cars were different from those in China. They were the kind with a very long rear end, with a wire mesh and a transparent plate in the middle, which could effectively block people in the front and back rows.

Chen Xi and others were taken to the police station, and two policemen were left behind to guard the Lao Liang Dumpling Shop.

He and a group of people were left where they were, but he quickly stopped a car and went to the police station.

On the way to the police station, Chen Xi looked through the car window at the vehicles passing by on the road and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

In my previous life, I had dealt with the Australian police before, and more than once.

It hasn't been long since I was reborn and we're dealing with each other again. I don't know if this is fate.

Maybe in his previous life he was angry once and ran to the back door of the police station to set off a bubble of water. Now, decades later, the other party has delayed his arrest.

The Richmond Police Station is not too far from here. The police station building looks new and was obviously built after the renovation of this area.

As soon as they entered the door, a warm feeling hit them in the face, making everyone feel much warmer.

Chen Xi and others were taken to a large room and were not locked in a small room for interrogation as shown on TV.

Instead, everyone was given an information sheet, and the officers handed each person a pencil and asked them to sit down and fill it out.

I have to say that Australia seems to attach great importance to human rights on the surface.

The fat policeman sat down against the wall of the room, holding a bag of potato chips in his hand and eating them with relish.

There were two Vietnamese people whose English was very poor and who could not understand the words on the form. They were whispering to each other nearby.

The fat policeman ignored them and just ate snacks and drank coffee.

Dongdong and the Vietnamese man who jumped out to speak earlier were taken to another room, and Chen Xi was not clear about his situation.

It is probably because Dongdong was the main culprit in the beating, so he was treated differently.

【Name:】

【address:】

【Telephone:】

Chen Xi looked at the blank space on the form and could only pick up a pen to fill it out.

But there was some information he simply couldn't fill in, such as ID number, emergency contact, parents' address, etc.

He knew that there was no point in filling in this information, so he chose to leave it blank, and he guessed that the people around him did the same.

These forms were originally designed for local people. Australia's efficiency is low and things are updated slowly. Over the years, more and more foreigners have immigrated to this country, but they still have not prepared special forms for foreigners.

What are you doing here?

What the hell do I have to fill this out? Isn't it common for police to interrogate people and have someone record it?
These Australians are too lazy. They have to fill it out themselves.

In his previous life, he remembered that there were Chinese police officers standing by to ask questions and their tone was kind, helping them handle cases.

But now there was only a fat pig eating snacks and drinking coffee there, which made him very unhappy.

"Cái này làm saoin a!"

“Sm bit vy khng ti.”

The two Vietnamese people next to them no longer had the arrogance and ferocity they had before.

Now they are like two primary school students who can't write the answers to the questions. They are dejected, communicating in their own language while writing, with painful expressions on their faces.

Chen Xi took a look at them and found that there was only one Vietnamese who spoke fairly good English filling out the form. He also helped the other two Vietnamese fill it out.

Liu Fu had already filled out the form. He sat there with his arms folded, not saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking.

Xiao Ming was instructing several Sihai employees to fill out forms. He looked at Chen Xi with a worried look on his face.

The two exchanged glances. Xiao Ming wanted to ask about Dongdong's situation, but Chen Xi spread his hands to indicate that he didn't know.

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