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

Zhao Boli's face was solemn. He dismounted, handed the reins to his personal guard, and slowly walked into the desolate village.

He moved with light steps and sharp eyes, carefully scanning every corner of the village, not missing any details.

He crouched down and measured with his fingers, trying to discern the type, size, and habits of the monster, as well as its possible origin and current hiding place.

The heavy stench of blood mixed with a faint fishy smell in the air made him frown.

Lin Feng also mingled among the soldiers, helping to move the bodies of the deceased villagers.

Taking advantage of a corner where people were less present and everyone's attention was focused on digging a large pit or collecting valuables, he used the cover of bending down to move a relatively intact corpse.

The black lotus flashed almost imperceptibly, and the corpse vanished instantly.

A moment later, Black Lotus sent back the message.

It was a wolf, the size of a calf, with fur as black as ink.

It is twice as fast as an ordinary wolf, as fast as a cheetah, and the villagers have no chance to escape it.

Its sharp claws and teeth easily tore through wooden doors; it pounced on anyone it saw and bit anyone it encountered, displaying astonishing strength.

Ordinary villagers are like paper in front of it, completely powerless to resist.

Lin Feng quickly assessed the feedback in his mind.

Based on the wolf demon's speed in the video, it's about the same as when he was using his full power.

However, Lin Feng didn't know how strong the wolf demon's defenses were.

As for strength, it can easily tear apart a human body and destroy a building, probably far exceeding that of ordinary body-refining martial artists.

Lin Feng had no intention of engaging in combat; it was time to put those many guns he had stored in his spatial storage to good use.

With Zhao Boli's order given, the demon-slaying team split into two groups.

A group of people with tools were digging a huge burial pit in an open area outside the village.

Another group continued to collect and move the bodies.

During the relocation, many of the destroyed houses contained grain that had not been taken away, and some even contained loose silver coins and copper coins in cabinets.

Making such a windfall in such a tragic place must have been a mixed experience, but the tangible benefits still gave some people who were initially impatient with carrying and burying the corpses a renewed sense of enthusiasm.

Zhao Boli did not stop it; he simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

It would be a waste not to take the money, but it's good to share it with everyone.

To stabilize morale, they'll be more diligent in their work and risking their lives.

Finding no useful clues in the village, Zhao Boli, along with several guards, began a search radiating outwards from Yonghe Village.

However, even after the sun had completely set, no definite clues had been found regarding the whereabouts of the monster.

The beast seemed to vanish into thin air after slaughtering the village, leaving behind only this devastation.

They didn't even know what a monster was.

Night fell completely, and the chill of the wilderness spread.

Knowing that nighttime operations would be far more dangerous, Zhao Boli ordered everyone to cease their search, find a relatively intact house nearby to stay temporarily, and remain on high alert until dawn to discuss the matter further.

The soldiers were ordered to disperse to several larger courtyards, light bonfires, and take turns on guard duty.

Lin Feng and Zhao Erniu found a mud house with doors and windows still intact.

The room was simply furnished. The two cleaned it up briefly, and Lin Feng then magically produced a small wine pot and two cups.

In the flickering candlelight, the two sat facing each other, silently drinking and chatting.

"what!"

Two short, piercing screams suddenly came from the direction of the sentry post on the east side of the village, instantly breaking the silence of the night and waking everyone up.

"Enemy attack! Everyone assemble!"

At the same time, Zhao Boli's voice rang out, its powerful sound echoing through the village.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entire Yonghe Village was packed with people, and torches were lit one after another.

The flickering firelight illuminated the village.

Zhao Boli, clad in light armor and holding a sword, stood in the center of the crowd. "What happened? Where were you attacked?"

"The city lord is a monster, and the two sentries were bitten to death."

The night was so dark that we only saw a dark shadow flash by, and by the time we realized what was happening, they were gone.

"Where's the body? Bring it over!"

"Yes"

Soon, the two still-warm bodies were carried under the torch.

Zhao Boli crouched down and carefully examined the wound.

Both fully armed soldiers had their necks pierced by sharp teeth, the wounds were gruesome, and they died instantly without even a trace of struggle.

Zhao Boli's eyes flashed with cold light: "The wound still has demonic energy. It hasn't gone far. It's been hiding nearby, spying on us. What a cunning beast."

They probably intend to defeat them one by one.

He stood up and said sternly, "Issue the order: everyone, form teams of ten, and strictly prohibit anyone from acting alone."

"Don't let the torch go out, and keep your eyes wide open!"

"Yes, Lord City Lord!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Lin Feng stood in the crowd, his gaze slowly sweeping across the darkness beyond the firelight.

This black wolf is not only fast and strong, but also very cunning. It knows how to lie in wait, spy, and may even know how to take advantage of the night and the environment.

Its black fur provides natural camouflage at night, making it difficult to spot from a distance by the light of ordinary torches.

But it was a piece of cake for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's gaze quickly settled on a large tree near the edge of the village.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he moved swiftly and silently broke away from the group like a ghost. With a few light leaps, he arrived at the foot of the tree.

With its toes lightly touching the tree trunk, like a nimble ape climbing, it quickly and firmly perched on a thick horizontal branch.

He took out a device with a monocular lens from the space; it was an infrared thermal imaging night vision device.

This thing can image objects by detecting the infrared radiation emitted by living organisms in a completely dark environment, making it a true night-fighting marvel.

He put the night vision goggles on his left eye, adjusted the focus, and began scanning the hillsides, woods, and bushes surrounding the village.

Soon, in the thermal imaging field of view, a clear, bright red outline, much hotter than the surrounding environment, appeared on the top of a hillside about 3 meters away.

The smooth lines of its silhouette clearly depicted the crouching posture of a canine, and it was indeed the black wolf.

It squatted there quietly, its head turning slightly.

He coldly watched the brightly lit and bustling Yonghe Village below, as if admiring his own masterpiece, or perhaps looking for the next opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

"300 meters shouldn't be a problem."

This distance is well within the effective range of modern firearms.

With a thought, the first thing that appeared in his hand was an M24 sniper rifle.

He then took out an infrared sniper scope.

He adjusted his crouching posture and aimed at the black wolf.

But after weighing the prowess of the black wolf in the thermal image, he worried that the bullet might not be powerful enough.

So, Lin Feng put the M24 back into his spatial storage. The next moment, an even more rugged and violently aesthetic "weapon of mass destruction" appeared in his hand: the Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle.

.50 BMG bullets are enough to tear through light armor; dealing with this monster shouldn't be a problem.

Looking at the Barrett in his hand, Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

He skillfully attached a special suppressor to the large muzzle and then installed an infrared sniper scope.

Having done all this, he let out a soft breath, placed the heavy Barrett on a sturdy tree branch, and pressed his cheek against the cold stock.

Through the scope, the outline and head of the black wolf on the hillside were firmly locked.

His finger gently rested on the cold, heavy trigger.