Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

He threw all the cell phones that were found on the agents into the back seat.

At the same time, Lin Feng placed the white jade token in his spatial storage. He felt that this thing was indeed strange, so it was safer to keep it in his spatial storage.

After doing all that, Lin Feng got into the driver's seat and started the police car.

He planned to drive back towards the town first.

Each law enforcement vehicle is equipped with GPS tracking, and the cell phone signal trajectories of these agents can also be tracked by telecommunications companies.

He needs to use the car and the cell phones to create a plausible smokescreen of a disappearance or accident, and to mislead the investigation.

Based on the information obtained from the memories of those agents, Lin Feng has figured out the source of this arrest.

It turned out to be that Mormon fanatic, Joseph Smith, who reported it.

This guy somehow reported him to the immigration authorities for illegal entry, and even exaggerated his suspicious and dangerous behavior.

"Good lad, you really have a death wish."

After saying that, a cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

According to information gleaned from the agents' memories, Joseph Smith, the Mormon fanatic, is staying at a four-star hotel in town today.

The purpose was actually to meet him, the suspect, and for this, he even donated several thousand US dollars to Ice.

That son of a bitch is really persistent.

At the same time, despite consuming so many horned bulls, the Black Lotus still managed to provide Lin Feng with some energy.

Although there was no qualitative change in physical fitness, both strength and physique improved.

In addition to feedback on strength, there is also a lot of feedback on memory.

There weren't many gains, but the only real gain was in Spanish.

There's no way around it; the proportion of Hispanic employees, in particular, at ICE is so high that their daily work language is heavily influenced by Spanish.

As for law enforcement skills such as shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and tracking, these agents are a complete waste.

In Lin Feng's opinion, those detectives were only slightly better than street thugs; their movements were stiff, their reactions were slow, and their awareness was practically nonexistent.

They were swallowed up like a bowl of water poured into the ocean, leaving not even a ripple.

On the contrary, the cowboy's marksmanship was quite good, which improved Lin Feng's marksmanship to another level.

Lin Feng casually turned on the car radio, which was playing loud, boisterous country music.

He turned off the music, but instead turned on the siren and red and blue flashing lights on the roof of the car.

The piercing alarm ripped through the tranquility of the wilderness, and red and blue lights danced and flickered wildly on the empty road and the overgrown grass on both sides.

This was Lin Feng's first time driving a police car, and it was quite exciting.

Lin Feng stepped on the gas, and the seized black Chevrolet from the immigration office sped off like a wild horse along the highway leading to the town.

They completely disregard speed limits and drive recklessly.

It is only polite to reciprocate. Since Smith has reported him, he cannot let him off the hook.

If we don't retaliate in kind, wouldn't it seem very impolite?

The car sped along the bumpy road. Lin Feng held the steering wheel with one hand and took out his phone with the other to send a video call request to Sarah.

The call was answered after only two rings, and Sarah's delicate face appeared on the screen. The background seemed to be the living room of the ranch villa, and McKenna curiously peered over.

"Honey? Why are you driving?"

Is this... a police car?

Sarah immediately noticed the familiar law enforcement vehicle decorations inside the car and the flashing red and blue lights outside the window, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

"Yeah, because I took them all out, nobody had a car, so I drove a police car."

"What! They're all gone?" McKenna's exclamation on the other end of the video call suddenly rose, her eyes widened, and her face was filled with shock.

Although she was tough, she still felt her scalp tingle and found it hard to believe that Lin Feng could so casually say that he had taken down an entire team of fully armed immigration agents.

Sarah, on the other hand, believed it after a slight initial surprise.

He merely furrowed his brow slightly, his tone filled with concern: "Are you alright?"

What to do with the body at the scene?

She had a deeper understanding of Lin Feng's unpredictable methods than McKenna, and was more worried about the aftermath.

"Don't worry, not a single hair fell out."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "As for the corpses, they were all returned to nature. We'll make sure they're clean and no one can find them."

Hearing this, Sarah visibly relaxed, and even a pleasant smile appeared on her lips: "Then it's alright."

No body, no direct evidence—that's the perfect crime.

A perfect crime is not a crime.

Honey, nobody can do anything to you, not even the FBI.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh: "I like your point of view. That's right, I'm innocent."

"Wait! Wait!" McKenna finally recovered from her shock and squeezed in front of the camera, her face still showing surprise and doubt. "The body has disappeared?"

How did you do that?

Even if it had been eaten by coyotes or wild boars in the area, it would have left bones, pieces of clothing, and so on. How could there be no trace at all?

Lin Feng winked mysteriously at the camera: "It's a secret."

He paused, then his tone became serious, "Okay, the main reason I sent you this video is to let you know I'm safe and sound, so don't worry."

Also, I have some personal matters to attend to, so it might be inconvenient to contact you for the next few days. I'll reach out to you again in a couple of days.

"Okay, I got it, darling."

"You must be very careful," Sarah urged, her eyes gentle yet firm.

"Be careful, Lin!" McKenna hurriedly added, her eyes filled with a complex mix of curiosity and worry.

After hanging up the video call, McKenna turned her head and stared at Sarah with an incredulous look, as if trying to find the answer on her face: "Sarah, did you hear that?"

The body has disappeared. How is that possible?

How did he manage to do that?

Could he really be the "Son of God," possessing some kind of magic?

Sarah shrugged gracefully, picked up her coffee and took a sip: "To be honest, I don't entirely know how she did it."

Lin has many... well, things that are beyond the norm.

But I believe him. He said if it's been handled cleanly, then it must be flawless.

There was an unquestionable trust in her tone.

He then recounted Lin Feng's time in prison.

"Oh, God..." McKenna murmured to herself, plopping down on the sofa with a dazed look in her eyes.

"He's an incredibly amazing man, how did he do it?"

Sarah looked at her like that and suddenly remembered McKenna's joke at the shooting range. Her eyes lit up and she said, half-jokingly, "Amazing? Indeed."

So McKenna, maybe you really should consider your suggestion from before.

"A proposal? What proposal?" McKenna hadn't fully recovered from the shock.

"Let's start a cult," Sarah said, putting down her coffee cup with a playful yet serious expression.

"What religious sect?"

What do you think of "Lin Feng's teachings"?

The cult leader already has plenty of material, including numerous miracles: throwing bulls with bare hands, unparalleled marksmanship, and now the ability to make people vanish.

McKenna looked at Sarah as if she were crazy: "Are you crazy?"

I was just kidding. Form a sect? Do you think this is child's play?

And Lin definitely won't agree. Didn't you hear him say, "The God of Harmony is not to be trifled with?"

"I know he was joking," Sarah laughed, but there seemed to be a glint of something else in her eyes. "But don't you think the idea itself could be quite interesting in certain situations?"

Of course, that's assuming Lin is willing to play.

"I think you're the one who wants to play games," McKenna rolled her eyes, finding Sarah's thought process sometimes more unpredictable than a Texas tornado.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng was driving a police car and had already approached the edge of the town.