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

Seeing that the three women remained silent, Lin Feng asked, "What are your names? Where are you from?"

The photographer's wife quickly added, "Heidi Kloss is Brazilian."

The blonde woman with two bears: "My name is Ivana Kovalenko. They're recruiting female soldiers in the country right now, but I'm afraid of going to the battlefield, so I ran away."

Another Latina woman: "My name is Maria, I'm from Colombia, and I used to be a model."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng nodded. All three women had good figures, and the one with the fairest skin was Er Xiong's Ivana.

Heidi and Maria, both Latina, have really hot bodies.

Looking at the three large foreign women, Lin Feng said, "Come on, stand still, I'll take a picture of you."

The three women felt uncomfortable looking at the corpse in the living room, but they still stood there obediently.

Lin Feng said, "Smile, yes, keep smiling."

"You two are hugging each other, yes, yes...that's really nice."

"They all leaned on the sofa, turned around to look at me; this is called 'looking back at the moon.'"

"No, Ivana's full moon is too pale. It should be fair with a rosy glow. You two, each of you, slap her once."

As Lin Feng spoke, he took out his camera and started taking pictures.

Following Lin Feng's instructions, Maria and Heidi, both Latinos, each slapped him.

"Put some effort into it, haven't you eaten?"

Ivana was beaten until her skin was red, but she didn't dare to argue back.

Lin Feng took out his camera and looked at the photos. He was quite satisfied with his photography skills.

Heidi looked at Lin Feng, and a strange sense of absurdity rose in her heart.

Lin Feng's poses and actions in the photos have a strange sense of familiarity; they're so much like her husband's.

But she didn't dare to ask, always feeling like she was just imagining things.

After the photo shoot, Lin Feng said with some regret, "It's a pity there were only three foreign horses. It would have been better if there were eight, so we could have made a painting of eight horses."

Lin Feng then said to the three of them, "Alright, you guys go wait on the second floor, I'll dispose of the body."

Upon hearing this, the three women breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran upstairs to the second floor.

They still felt very physically uncomfortable when faced with a corpse.

A few minutes later, Lin Feng appeared on the second floor.

The most important thing about traveling is enjoying the mountains and rivers.

None of the three cars belonged to Lin Feng, so he could do whatever he wanted with them.

Even the exhaust pipe has been modified.

When Lin Feng was a child, he liked motorcycles with their exhaust pipes punctured, because those motorcycles made a lot of noise when riding.

You can hear it from several streets away.

Very cool.

Lin Feng then took out a cell phone and called Sarah.

After connecting.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Lin Feng's voice.

"Honey, I'm so glad you're okay."

"Yeah, I just called to let them know I'm safe."

Whose phone number is this?

"I don't know, it's just a temporary measure. By the way, are those missing ICEs alright?"

"The FBI came to investigate earlier, but McKenna and I removed the surveillance cameras a long time ago."

Anyway, they've never seen you or Ice before, but they still have some doubts.

After all, your bullfighting scenes were too sensational, and they have already listed you as a suspect.

"It doesn't matter"

Suddenly, Sarah frowned, listening to the sound of rain pattering on banana leaves.

"You're up to something again? Even on your run, you're looking for women."

"Alright, I'll hang up if there's nothing else."

"No, there's one more thing. That Mormon, Smith, is dead. It seems he died of a sudden heart attack."

"That's such a pity. He died so young. I guess God wanted him to serve Him."

"Pah, have fun then. Call me if you need anything. Why don't you tell that bitch McKenna?"

"No need, let's wait until tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng picked up his camera.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the villa courtyard, and the azure swimming pool shimmered with a slightly dazzling golden light.

Lin Feng, wearing sunglasses and beach shorts, lay back on a comfortable lounge chair by the pool.

In the living room, however, the scene was quite different.

Heidi, Maria, and Ivana, dressed in bikinis, are pale-faced as they clean up the bloodstains left by the corpse.

The strong smell of bleach masked the faint stench of blood. They scrubbed vigorously with brushes, each spot making their stomachs churn, forcing them to endure the discomfort.

They cleaned up the filth with extra care and in silence, as if they wanted to wipe away the terrifying memory of last night as well.

After finally cleaning up, the three of them were almost exhausted. As they walked to the poolside, their stomachs started rumbling at the same time.

I vomited up all the bread I ate yesterday, and Lin Feng kept taking pictures of me all night.

I'm so hungry right now that my stomach is practically sticking to my back.

Lin Feng glanced at them and said lazily, "There should be steaks in the fridge. Go and fry them yourselves."

"Yes, sir," Heidi replied softly.

"I told you to call me Teacher Lin," Lin Feng corrected, his tone casual yet leaving no room for argument.

This title always gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

"Yes, Teacher Lin."

The three women obediently changed their address.

As Maria and Ivana hurried toward the kitchen, Heidi hesitated for a moment, then walked behind Lin Feng's recliner.

She reached out and began to somewhat awkwardly massage his shoulders and neck.

You can feel the terrifying power hidden beneath this man's muscles with your fingertips.

Last night, Lin Feng easily lifted them up, one in each hand; the shock was still vivid in his mind.

After massaging her for a while, Heidi finally couldn't help but ask softly, "Mr. Lin... who did you learn your photography skills from?"

She recalled how Lin Feng had handled the Sony camera last night. Although his movements were casual, the composition, his tone of voice, and his intuitive grasp of light and shadow gave her a sense of familiarity.

Lin Feng, wearing sunglasses, didn't even look up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It feels a bit like some of my husband's habits when taking photos," Heidi said, carefully choosing her words, her emerald eyes filled with reminiscence.

"But I can't quite put my finger on what makes it similar, it's just a feeling."

"Oh?" Lin Feng's lips seemed to curl slightly, and he casually made up a story, "That's probably God's arrangement, who knows?"

If someone else said that, Heidi would most likely think it was just a perfunctory remark or a joke.

But she was a devout Catholic, and Lin Feng's casual remark carried an indescribable weight in her heart.

Her gaze became more submissive, even carrying a hint of devoutness, and she whispered, "I understand, Teacher Lin."

After Heidi went inside to get something to eat, Lin Feng slowly picked up Daniel's phone.

Using Daniel's tone, mimicking that crude and concise commanding manner, he sent a message to several key subordinates: "Everything as usual. Report any urgent matters to the authorities. Do not disturb the villa."

To maintain the facade of this small gang's operation for the time being, lest any foolish underlings come and disrupt the status quo.

After dealing with this, he comfortably started browsing the overseas version of TikTok.

Big data quickly pushed local news to him.

A popular short video report stated: "A vicious theft occurred in our city last night, with a supermarket being robbed and suffering serious losses."

Police have arrested more than ten suspects, but the number of stolen items is significantly disproportionate to the size of the suspect group, and the case is still under further investigation…