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

Sarah seemed to have anticipated her father's attitude and didn't mind. She smiled and said to Lin Feng, "Darling, the elders here want to talk about something, so we young people won't disturb them."

"Come on, I'll take you over there. My godfather has a lot of good wine in his cellar. See if there's anything you like."

As she spoke, she pulled Lin Feng and walked in another direction.

Watching his daughter and Lin Feng leave, Andrew took a glass of whiskey from the waiter's tray, took a sip, and whispered to Dendas, "Hmph, just another clown trying to get a green card and climb the social ladder by relying on my daughter."

Sarah is getting more and more insensible.

Dendas O'Carahan smiled and shook his head. "Andrew, I don't think so."

The young man was wearing a Patek Philippe worth $3.5 million.

Would a young person who can casually wear such a watch and has such a composed demeanor care about a green card?

This kind of temperament is something that ordinary nouveau riche people can't cultivate.

Upon hearing this, Andrew paused for a moment, then looked again at Lin Feng's departing figure, but said nothing more.

Sarah pulled Lin Feng to a corner.

He took two glasses of champagne from the waiter and handed one to Lin Feng.

"Honey, please don't mind my dad's temper."

I'm not my sister, he has no right to tell me what to do.

Lin Feng: "Whether he cares or not doesn't matter. No one can stop me from doing what I'm going to do."

"Honey, don't you dare mess with my dad," Sarah whispered, hugging Lin Feng.

"Not that bad."

"That's good"

Just then, the birthday song started playing in the living room.

Two waiters pushed out a six-tiered cake.

Dendas O'Carahan was pushing a wheelchair. The elderly man in the wheelchair was over eighty years old, with a full head of white hair and only one leg.

Thank you all for coming.

Everyone applauded.

"Dad, make a wish, let's blow out the candles."

After making his wish, former Governor Mike O'Callaghan nodded.

Several children around me blew out the candles together.

Governor Mike said to everyone, "Today is my birthday party. Don't be shy, we're all family, let's have a good time together."

"Let's cut the cake!"

Everyone stepped forward to shake hands with the former governor and offer their blessings.

They were just chatting casually.

The most talked-about topic is ICE, but Republicans support ICE and would love to get rid of all those illegal immigrants.

After all, these illegal immigrants are entering areas within the Republican Party's sphere of influence.

This not only creates pressure on social order, but also requires providing financial support to these refugees.

Lin Feng was eating a pineapple. He had never eaten this American ruby ​​pineapple before. He had heard that one of these cost $400.

I took a bite and it was pretty good. This stuff hasn't entered the domestic market yet. Once it does, it will be planted in large quantities, and the price will drop immediately.

The Japanese researchers once developed Shine Muscat rose tea, which cost 300 yuan per kilogram, but now it's everywhere.

Just as they were eating, former Governor Mike pushed his wheelchair over.

He smiled and said to Lin Feng, "Hello, young man."

Lin Feng: "Hello, former governor."

Mike smiled and said, "It's rare to see Asian faces at my birthday party. Judging from your appearance, you must be Chinese."

"That's right"

Upon hearing this, Mike smiled and nodded, then said with a smile, "Young man, I have a question that has been bothering me for many years. Could you help me solve it?"

Lin Feng was puzzled, wondering what the old man was up to.

"you say"

Mike pointed to an empty leg: "Do you know how I lost this leg?"

"have no idea"

"It was bombed by your army during the Korean War."

For a moment, Lin Feng didn't react, but then he suddenly realized that the so-called Korean War was the Korean War.

Lin Feng said, "Oh, what are you trying to say?"

"That was on the Korean battlefield in 53. My unit was ordered to attack a position held by your army."

After enduring multiple rounds of artillery fire, we finally broke through.

Only one soldier remained on the position; he was very young at the time.

He shouted "Power, power" into the intercom in his hand.

Then came a barrage of artillery fire.

Of the more than one hundred of us, only three survived, and I was one of them.

This leg was also blown off.

There's a question that's been bothering me for decades.

"What do you say?" Lin Feng asked.

Why was that young man on the position constantly shouting "Power, power" into the radio?

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng understood what was going on.

"What the senior was talking about wasn't 'rights,' but 'fire at me.'"

"Fire at me!" Mike paused for a moment;

"That's right, the English word for power is 'power,' and it sounds the same as the Chinese word for cannon."

Mike remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "I see. Thank you, young man. My question of many years has finally been answered."

To me he's the devil, to you he's a hero.

"Of course"

"Honey, what are you two talking about that makes you seem so happy?" Sarah asked, walking over with a smile.

She saw Lin Feng chatting with Mike and, fearing that Lin Feng would be taken advantage of, ran over.

"Let's talk about men's topics," Lin Feng said with a smile.

Mike said, "Your boyfriend is excellent."

Sarah was delighted to hear Old Mike's praise.

"Thanks"

"Well, you young people chat, I'm getting old and a bit tired."

"Take care," Sarah said.

After old Mike left, Sarah asked curiously, "Honey, what were you talking about?"

He asked me for help with Chinese.

"Huh? Really?" Sarah asked, somewhat skeptical.

After all, Old Mike is so old, he's practically buried up to his neck, how could he possibly still be learning Chinese?

But since Lin Feng didn't say anything, she didn't press him further.

The party didn't end until 10 PM.

Sarah had invited Lin Feng to stay at the manor, but Lin Feng declined.

When I arrived, I saw that guy with three white girls examining a car.

Lin Feng also had some ideas.

To be honest, Lin Feng had never tried this before in the car.

I was too poor to buy a car before, but now that I have one, I'm going to find a chance to give it a try.

The car drove out of the manor and found a secluded spot.

It was already past midnight when Lin Feng and Sarah returned to the villa.

The following day, the Las Vegas Strip was teeming with traffic.

Lin Feng's urge to race cars resurfaced.

He drove that red Ferrari, with the front and rear license plates removed.

The feeling of freedom didn't last more than a few minutes after we set off.

In the rearview mirror, a police car followed.

Holding a megaphone, he shouted, "Cars ahead, stop for inspection!"

His reckless driving without a license had already been spotted by traffic cameras or patrol cars at the intersection.

Seeing this, Lin Feng stepped on the gas, and a strong push-back sensation came over him, instantly shaking off the pursuers.

Seeing Lin Feng run away, the police car immediately turned on its red and blue lights and sped off in pursuit.

The piercing sound of sirens rang out.

Lin Feng's lips curled up; far from panicking, he found it rather interesting.

This wasn't the first time he'd played a chase game with police cars, and he felt no pressure whatsoever.

Lin Feng also wanted to test his driving skills.

He gripped the steering wheel firmly with one hand, his control of the accelerator was exquisite, and the Ferrari weaved through traffic like a nimble fish.

Sometimes they would change lanes rapidly, sometimes they would overtake other vehicles, always maintaining a subtle distance from the police car behind them that they could see but could not catch up with.

The sirens blared shrilly across the highway, causing other vehicles to swerve to avoid them.

Soon, one police car became four.

Seeing this, Lin Feng chuckled and decided to upgrade the mode and start the item battle.

While driving with his left hand, Lin Feng noticed some nails appearing out of thin air in his hand. He pinched them, folded them twice, and turned them into triangular nails.

In a short while, he had a handful of nails in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he scattered it all onto the road.

A fascinating scene unfolded through the rearview mirror.

The two police cars at the front clearly didn't notice the nails on the road.

The sound of tires bursting rang out one after another.

The police car's tires went flat instantly while it was traveling at high speed. The vehicle went out of control, swayed violently on the road, and barely came to a stop by scraping against the guardrail.

The police cars behind quickly slowed down and gave way.

Lin Feng laughed out loud.

Being an outlaw feels incredibly exhilarating.