Song Heping quickly threw them a look, signaling them to leave.
What's the use of staying here?!
Even if something really happened to him, having those few people around would be pointless.
Even the most capable Russian paratroopers couldn't withstand a group beatdown here.
Every country's airports are equipped with special forces, and anyone daring to cause trouble here would be shot, no negotiation.
Seeing the situation, White Bear and the others could only harden their hearts and turn to leave.
Watching his companions depart, Song Heping actually felt relieved.
After following the voluptuous woman into the room, the first thing he saw was a long table.
"Luggage."
A uniformed man behind the long table pointed at Song Heping's luggage.
Song Heping placed his luggage on the table, then opened it for inspection.
Inside the luggage were only clothes and some toiletries. Song Heping had carefully checked them before leaving, ensuring he didn't pack anything against regulations.
Typically, if an airport decides to inspect someone separately, it's because something unusual was detected by the X-ray machine, prompting a further check.
Could there be a problem with his luggage?
Impossible!
As expected, the uniformed man turned Song Heping's luggage upside down but found nothing against the rules.
"Your passport."
His attitude was clearly not good.
Song Heping could only hand over his passport.
The uniformed man scrutinized the passport closely.
Song Heping's heartbeat slightly sped up.
Could it be that the person who made the passport made a shaky mistake, leaving something that shouldn't be there?
"American?"
The uniformed man shifted his gaze from the passport and fixed it on Song Heping.
Song Heping nodded repeatedly, "Yes."
"Johnny Lee?"
"Right, that's me."
The uniformed man lifted the passport, comparing the photo with the real Song Heping a few times.
Seeing him do that, Song Heping already came to a conclusion in his heart.
The passport was fine.
There were no production flaws.
Otherwise, he wouldn't compare it with the real person.
But why did they single him out for an individual check?
Suddenly, he remembered something.
Could it be because of his face?
Were they after a bribe?
Ha!
Not a chance!
Keep dreaming!
"What are you doing in this country?"
The uniformed man was fishing for a reason to talk again.
Song Heping replied, "Tourism, I wanted to see the Mediterranean scenery."
His answer was also not a problem.
The uniformed man asked, "When are you going?"
Song Heping answered, "Depends on my mood, if I'm having fun, I'll stay longer, if not, I'll leave in a few days."
The uniformed man seemed to sense the hidden meaning in Song Heping's words, his gaze becoming even more unfriendly.
"Your accent is off, it doesn't sound like an American accent."
When those words came out of the other's mouth, they gave Song Heping quite a shock.
Damn it!
I forgot that while the passport can be perfected, one's accent can't be changed.
Supposedly, this Johnny Lee grew up in America, his English should have an American accent.
But his English...
Had a Chinese accent.
An oversight indeed!
I actually forgot about this.
Luckily, his mental strength was exceptionally strong. Although inwardly he was tumultuous, externally he remained calm as still waters. In a flash of quick-thinking, he responded rapidly—
"Ever heard of Chinatown? Heard of it or not? It's filled with Chinese Americans! I grew up there, what's wrong with my accent?!"
The uniformed man was taken aback.
Seeing him stunned, Song Heping immediately seized the initiative, raising his voice in protest, "The luggage check is done, the passport check is done, you've asked your questions, may I ask if you have any other issues? Why are you not bothering so many others and singling me out for trouble?!"
At that moment, he suddenly understood.
The highest form of psychological disguise is deceiving oneself.
If his identity was that of a Chinese-born American, then he had to act like it.
What's an American like?
Dominant!
You have to be a bit imperious, that's the way!
So, before the other person could recover, Song Heping continued to increase his volume, demanding loudly, "You're wasting my precious time, I protest against your discrimination towards an American citizen, I want to contact the embassy to voice my protest! If you cannot give me a satisfactory explanation, I will pursue this to the end!"
The other party was indeed intimidated by Song Heping, licking his lips, trying to say something but unable to articulate a word.
The door to this room was open, just outside was the passageway.
At this time, many travelers of various nationalities were in transit, and hearing the commotion, they all turned their gaze here.
What was most fatal was that the other travelers who were being checked in this office, seeing Song Heping erupt, also suddenly grew bolder and began to protest themselves.
"Right, I've been checked for twenty minutes, and you're still not letting me go, my luggage is all messed up..."
"I protest you detaining us unfairly for such a long time!"
"If you're going to check, check. What's the meaning of this long wait?!"
"I'm a British citizen, you need to be accountable for your actions!"
Even a three-year-old child, who was brought by a woman, seemingly startled by the adults raising their voices, perhaps frightened, suddenly burst out crying loudly.
The entire inspection office instantly descended into chaos: children's cries, women's curses, and men's protestations all mixed together, livelier than a marketplace.
The noisy scene finally disturbed another superior in the inner room.
He pushed open the door, glanced at the situation outside, and quickly approached the uniformed man, launching into a rapid tirade at him.
Although Song Heping did not understand the words, he could infer the meaning from their body language and expressions, estimating that he was reproaching the uniformed man for causing such a mess.
The uniformed man had no defense.
Even though he was just doing his duty, the scene had become disordered and that was a fact.