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

"The basic income for everyone will be doubled compared to the previous standard."

Lin Feng interrupted him and gave a clear solution: "Only by stabilizing people's morale can we get them to risk their lives."

You can decide what to do with the remaining profits.

You handle gang matters yourself. Remember, I'm just your friend, and you're not allowed to call me boss anymore.

Lin Feng didn't want to get too involved with the gangsters and expose himself.

Gangs are ultimately too low-class and can't be brought to the forefront.

It can only be used as a chamber pot; use it when needed and throw it away when not.

Juan was overjoyed upon hearing this. With his subordinates' income doubling, their enthusiasm would surely soar, reducing his management pressure and enhancing his prestige.

He himself is now in control of both finances and power, living a much more comfortable life than when he was working for Daniel. It's practically a win-win situation.

"Yes, boss, I understand. I'll do as you say." Juan's voice was even louder.

"Don't call me 'boss'!"

"How should I address you?"

"Call me teacher from now on."

"Yes, teacher."

Although Juan felt something was off, he still spoke respectfully;

Lin Feng sat up straight, his gaze sharpening, and his tone becoming more serious:

"Also, I don't want anyone else in the gang to come looking for me except you."

And you are not allowed to disturb me.

If there's anything you need, just give me a call.

If anyone disobeys, don't blame me for being impolite.

"Don't worry, teacher," Juan immediately assured him, even subconsciously straightening his back, "I will definitely uphold the rules strictly. Anyone who dares to gossip will be dealt with by me without you even having to lift a finger."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, leaned back on the sofa, and waved his hand, indicating that Juan could leave with his things.

Juan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and could not hide his excitement. He carefully loaded the US dollars and weapons into the car.

He knew that his time had come.

What he had to do was be the teacher's most loyal and capable watchdog.

After Juan left, Lin Feng lay on the sofa and started watching short videos.

I called Sarah.

After connecting.

"Honey, how are you in Tijuana?"

"It's alright, but a bit tough."

"There's really nothing to do in that small place, and it's quite dangerous."

"Any new information from the FBI?"

"Not at the moment, it is estimated that negotiations are underway."

After all, the FBI and ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) have had too many missing persons, and this seems to have caused quite a stir.

The ICE has gone completely mad; more than 50 people have died in ICE detention centers.

These are all cases where there are family members; there are countless others who died without family members, their deaths shrouded in mystery.

I heard from a forensic doctor classmate that many of these people were forced to commit suicide with their hands and feet bound.

Several of them are of Chinese descent.

With so many ICE and FBI agents missing, the US will certainly not let this go.

As is customary, it's time to start putting pressure on Mexico.

Mexico will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure, and in my estimation, Mexico will soon take major action.

They'll definitely catch some scapegoats to cover their tracks.

All suspects must be arrested.

So, darling, you'd better be careful.

"Okay, got it."

"Tijuana is definitely going to be dangerous, so we might as well take this opportunity to go back to Las Vegas and lay low for a while."

"An elder here is having a big birthday celebration in a few days, I'll take you there."

"Okay, I'll hang up now."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng also felt that Sarah's words made some sense.

However, I don't care.

Around 11 p.m., Lin Feng heard a faint sound of footsteps.

Although it was very light, Lin Feng could still feel it.

He then pretended not to know, and his breathing remained even.

Then Lin Feng saw the door open.

A white man quietly pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as I raised the pistol, I felt my whole body stiffen.

Unable to move.

Then, a dark figure appeared.

A hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

Without a word, Lin Feng snapped the neck with a crack.

As the other party's consciousness dissipated, the black lotus also devoured it.

Black Lotus quickly relayed the man's information.

His name is John Mills, and he is a journalist.

His true identity is: a top CIA agent.

He is a member of the CIA's Secret Service (NCS): a core operational department specializing in coups, assassinations, and subversion, with thousands of agents operating globally.

This guy is quite capable.

Abilities: Excellent close-quarters combat skills and weapon handling; proficient in various fighting techniques.

Three languages: English, French, and Spanish.

Extensive practical experience and intelligence processing skills enable them to quickly analyze situations and formulate strategies using information.

Possessing keen environmental observation skills, they can quickly identify threats, see through disguises, and formulate escape or attack routes based on the terrain.

Strong psychological qualities and adaptability: able to remain extremely calm, think clearly, and make rational judgments.

These skills combined would definitely put him at the top of the average person's abilities, but unfortunately he ran into Lin Feng.

The reason for looking for Lin Feng is related to the disappearance of ICE and FBI.

Lin Feng is the prime suspect.

In addition, with so many leaders of the Fiery Blaze Gang killed, Lin Feng was listed as a dangerous A-level individual, while there was another person he could try to recruit.

Therefore, they sent top agent John Mills to investigate Lin Feng, first capturing and interrogating him.

They even reviewed Lin Feng's performance in the bullring and planned to recruit him as a CIA peripheral agent.

Meanwhile, another agent was waiting for news outside.

The agents outside are not good at fighting, but good at escaping.

Possessing top-notch driving and maneuvering skills, they can perform highly difficult driving maneuvers, such as driving in reverse and high-speed drifting, even amidst a hail of bullets.

The messages have been sorted out.

Lin Feng jumped out of the window silently.

With a few flashes, they arrived at a shadowy corner of the villa, inside a Honda car, where a person sat looking around.

Suddenly, with a bang, his head exploded from a single shot.

Lin Feng stored the car in his spatial storage, and the corpse was also devoured by the black lotus.

Soon, feedback was received regarding this person's information.

Michael Nicholson.

Skilled in driving and proficient in computers.

Lin Feng used Michael Nicholson's computer to log into the CIA.

They quickly found their own information.

They thoroughly investigated everything that happened when Lin Feng entered the Nevada detention center.

He even knew the details of his love stories with the two policewomen, recording the time and process in detail, and even recreating the actions.

Not only that, but the incident also involved dealing with Lao Hei, the inexplicable deaths of two prison guards, and even making Lao Hei sing "Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse"—all of which were recorded in the files.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was speechless.

There is absolutely no privacy whatsoever.

At the same time, they planned to capture Lin Feng and then turn him to their side.

If they disagree, just kill them.

Above are CIA black sites around the world where prisoners are interrogated using torture.

And the inside story of the CIA's secret training of special forces in the Second Bear.

The CIA also established a listening post in Paris to intercept French companies' trade secrets and help American companies win contracts.

There were also various money laundering and drug trafficking activities, which truly broadened Lin Feng's horizons.

What surprised Lin Feng even more was that the CIA had also developed a smart dust sensor, smaller than a grain of rice, which could be disguised as dust or insects to sneak into offices and meeting rooms to eavesdrop.

As for cyberattacks against China, since they are not handled by a single department, we cannot access that information.

Michael Nicholson, that idiot, doesn't have enough permissions; he can't get in.

Although Lin Feng was listed as a dangerous but potentially achievable individual, he was just an individual, and the CIA did not pay much attention to him.

After reading the messages, all you need to do is find the two people's superiors and use their permissions to delete all your messages.

Otherwise, Lin Feng would have to deal with these guys every day.

With this in mind, Lin Feng decided to go to the United States tomorrow.

I immediately copied all the messages I saw and, damn it, I'm going to upload them to YouTube tomorrow.