Spy-x-War Showdown

In Tijuana, smuggling had become a complete industrial chain.

Yang Yi and his group had smuggled into Mexico, and naturally, they had to smuggle back into the United States when returning; as for the method of smuggling, it was so simple it was hardly worth mentioning.

Money was all that mattered.

There was no need to risk climbing over two fences monitored by night-vision equipment, nor to trek across the Imperial Mountain Range, and then enter the United States under the patrol of the U.S. Border Patrol.

Paying a little money was enough, $2000 per person.

And a fee of $2000 per person was a high price, considering that the poor in Mexico who wanted to smuggle could not afford such an amount of money.

Those poor Mexicans looking to smuggle had to be crammed into car trunks, hidden in secret compartments of vehicles, or squeezed into containers full of people, risking detection and deportation by border checkpoints, or even the risk of being kidnapped, extorted, or killed by Mexican gangs to enter the United States.

But for Yang Yi and Brian, there was no need to be locked in car trunks as they had been on the way here, nor did they need to squeeze in with others until they were suffocating.

Tijuana and San Diego were separated by only a fence, and if Mexicans could use tunnels to smuggle drugs, of course, they could also use tunnels to transport people, as long as you paid. Since it had already become an industrial chain, it was naturally very simple.

Even though Brian had spent more than twenty years in prison, he still had a good eye. Finding a snakehead to organize the smuggling, stating their conditions, negotiating the price, and then just following the guide was all it took.

On the other side of the wall was the United States, San Diego. When Yang Yi stepped back onto American soil, although it had only been two days, it felt like a lifetime had passed.