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

Seeing the terrified look in Anna's eyes, Lin Feng suddenly had a thought.

Since you like to believe in God, perhaps metaphysics is more useful.

Therefore, Lin Feng did not use acupressure.

They plan to use some mystical or superstitious power, or even to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

He leaned close to Anna's ear and whispered, "Remember, I am a messenger sent by God, and no one else can know this."

If you cooperate well, nothing will happen.

Of course, if you choose to expose it, you will experience a true living hell.

I guarantee that would be a million times more interesting than death itself.

"The curse will follow you."

After saying that, he ignored Anna's suddenly pale face, straightened up, and casually placed the white jade token on the coffee table.

Then, under Anna's bewildered gaze, Lin Feng actually turned around, walked into the guest bathroom next door, and gently closed the door.

"???"

Anna was completely stunned.

My brain was a little overwhelmed by this bizarre turn of events.

He just went into the bathroom like that?

What kind of operation is this?

"Did he just say 'Uncle sent someone'?" Anna forced herself to calm down and carefully recalled Lin Feng's last whisper, her mind filled with doubts.

How did he know? Was he just being deliberately mysterious?

The thought had just crossed my mind when, as if to confirm Lin Feng's words, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

A clear and firm knock on the door.

Anna's heart skipped a beat! Someone really had arrived.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came in, "Anna?"

Are you home?

It was her colleague in the CIA operations team, Wilson.

There was a barely perceptible tension in his voice.

After the initial shock, an overwhelming surge of joy welled up in Anna's heart.

Regardless of how Lin Feng foresaw it, her chance has now arrived.

No matter how powerful or strange Lin Feng is, he is still just a human being, made of flesh and blood.

Outside the door were her well-trained, fully armed colleagues.

She believed in the power of modern weaponry; she couldn't handle Lin Feng alone, but what about six of them?

What if they were carrying assault rifles and a full set of tactical gear?

With this in mind, the instinct for survival and the desire to fight back overwhelmed the fear.

Besides, Lin Feng didn't use any acupressure on her when he left.

The bathroom had no windows, only a closed space with a door, making it a complete dead end.

Anna took a deep breath and quickly glanced at the closed bathroom door. There was no sound of water or movement inside; it was eerily quiet.

She didn't have time to think about what Lin Feng was up to; her immediate priority was to get her colleague in.

She quickly got up, grabbed a black suit jacket from the back of the sofa, and hurriedly tied it around her waist, just enough to cover a barely noticeable dark stain on her skirt.

He quickly turned the lock and opened the security door.

The moment the door opened, the six people outside, well-trained and without a word, swiftly and quietly slipped inside.

As they entered the room, the pistol was pointed in different directions of potential threats, quickly taking control of the blind spots in the entryway and living room.

Wilson was the last to enter, and he gently closed and locked the door behind him.

His sharp gaze immediately fell on Anna, scanning her up and down to confirm that she had no obvious external injuries or signs of being coerced.

Anna felt relieved when her colleague entered. She didn't have time to explain the details, and just turned her head forcefully towards the guest bathroom.

Wilson immediately understood and gestured to the two teammates next to him.

The two nodded, one on the left and one on the right, their bodies pressed against the wall, and moved silently and swiftly to either side of the bathroom door using standard CQB tactical maneuvers.

One of them held up three fingers and began a silent countdown: three, two, one.

"Bang!" Almost as soon as the countdown ended, another team member kicked open the bathroom door.

The door opened.

The two agents ducked and rushed in the instant the door opened.

However, the anticipated resistance, standoff, and even exchange of fire did not occur.

The bathroom was empty.

Despite its small size, the space is immediately apparent.

A standard bathtub, a toilet, a sink, and a mirror.

There were no cabinets, no ventilation openings, no place where an adult male could hide.

The two agents exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

They put away their guns and shook their heads at Wilson outside the door.

Anna was waiting nervously in the living room, her heart pounding.

However, two colleagues walked out looking completely bewildered.

Wilson frowned and went in again to check quickly, but the result was the same.

He stepped out, looked at Anna, and his wariness turned into questioning and a hint of barely perceptible suspicion.

The other team members also relaxed their gun-holding stances and began searching the other rooms.

Master bedroom, second bedroom, study, kitchen.

Even the larger storage boxes were opened.

The entire process was quiet and efficient, but the result was equally perplexing.

Got nothing.

A few minutes later, all the team members regrouped in the living room and shook their heads at Wilson.

Wilson's face darkened. He walked up to Anna, speaking in as calm a tone as possible, but with a clear hint of skepticism:

"Anna, what happened?"

Anna: "Someone just broke in."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Are you sure?

Anna nodded, pointed to the bathroom door, and said urgently, "I'm 100% sure he walked in right in front of me and closed the door."

As she spoke, her gaze unconsciously swept across the living room floor, where unidentified water stains remained.

There seemed to be a very faint smell of urine still lingering in the air.

This is not an illusion.

Anna rushed to the bathroom door and dashed inside.

Unconvinced, she carefully inspected every corner again, even tapping on the wall with her hand, and staring intently at the small vent.

No, there's nothing at all.

Lin Feng vanished without a trace, like a drop of water evaporating into the air.

How is that possible?

He definitely went in!

A profound sense of confusion and a chill crept up her spine.

Who exactly is this Lin Feng?

Suddenly, she remembered something, turned around abruptly and went back to the living room, pointing to the white jade pendant lying quietly on the glass coffee table: "This, this is what he left behind. Check this, he just put it here."

All eyes were focused on the jade pendant.

Wilson frowned and gestured for a team member to come forward.

The team member carefully put on gloves, picked up the jade pendant, and felt its smooth texture; it didn't seem particularly special.

He placed it in a clean, transparent evidence bag and sealed it.

Wilson took out his encrypted phone, walked to a relatively quiet corner, dialed a number, and reported in a low voice:

"Director, the on-site inspection is complete."

No signs of intruders or fighting were found; Anna is safe.

It might be a misunderstanding, or Anna might just be too tired.

He glanced at Anna, who seemed somewhat anxious and incredulous, and added, "An unidentified jade object was found at the scene. Evidence has been collected. That's all."

"Bring back the unidentified jade item."

"receive"

After hanging up the phone, Wilson walked over and resumed his usual businesslike tone: "Dismissed."

There might be a mistake, or the target may have already left through other means unknown to us.

Anna, I'm so glad you're okay. Get some rest.

Try not to put too much pressure on yourself these next couple of days.

The last sentence carried a subtle reminder.

Before leaving, a slightly overweight, older middle-aged agent gave Anna a concerned look: "Lock the door securely, and call for backup immediately if anything happens."

Anna nodded reluctantly, her mind completely elsewhere, still reeling from the shock of Lin Feng's mysterious disappearance.

After seeing my colleague off, I closed the heavy security door.

Anna leaned against the cold door and let out a long breath, but felt that breath stuck in her chest, making her feel suffocated.

Undeterred, she walked to the bathroom door again, pushed it open, and found it still empty.

Could it be that the stress was too much, causing vivid hallucinations?

Even the water stains on the carpet are just psychological?

Anna couldn't help but begin to doubt herself.

Just then—

"Bang!"

A deafening roar suddenly came from downstairs.