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

None of these people chose to make a move; they were clearly waiting for an opportunity, each hoping to be the one to suffer the consequences.

Although they were well hidden, they were all exposed under the night vision goggles.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes, with both sides suffering considerable casualties.

The martial arts practitioners, having failed to break through for a long time, began to get a little impatient.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, another unexpected event occurred.

From the depths of the distant dense forest came a rapid and orderly sound of wind breaking. The number of people involved was small, but their speed was extremely fast.

Lin Feng looked through the night vision goggles and saw more than ten figures rushing towards him from a distance like ghosts.

Quickly join the outer perimeter of the battle.

These people were all dressed in tight-fitting black clothes for nighttime travel, with their faces covered by black cloths, revealing only pairs of cold and ruthless eyes.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, with their strides and rhythms almost identical as they ran. Clearly, they were well-trained and far from being ordinary rabble of江湖客 (jianghu ke, meaning wandering martial arts practitioners). Rather, they seemed to be an elite action team from some organization.

"Is there another plan?"

Lin Feng perked up on the treetop, his night vision goggles firmly locking onto the group of uninvited guests.

This group of masked men in black had a very clear objective, completely ignoring the ongoing battle between the government soldiers and the martial arts practitioners.

Several of them simultaneously pulled out identical leather pouches from their pockets and threw them forcefully towards the guards' perimeter around the carriage.

The leather bag traced several arcs in the air before landing precisely above the shield bearer. With several muffled thuds, the leather bag ruptured one after another.

The white powder, like smoke from a sudden explosion, spread out instantly, covering a large area.

"Lime, be careful of your eyes, close your eyes."

"Despicable person, resorting to such low and underhanded tactics."

A roar of shock and anger immediately erupted from the ranks of the soldiers.

Many martial arts practitioners were caught off guard and had their faces covered in lime powder, causing their eyes to sting unbearably and tears to flow uncontrollably.

She gasped, covered her eyes, and backed away.

The previously tight shield formation and spear forest were briefly thrown into chaos.

Almost at the same time that the lime was blown up.

With a flick of their wrists, these masked men in black sent several dark pottery jars flying with a whooshing sound.

It flew over the heads of the chaotic soldiers and struck the carriage with perfect accuracy.

The earthenware jar shattered, and a thick, pungent liquid splattered out, quickly soaking the wooden walls, ceiling, and wheels of the carriage—it was kerosene.

Almost the instant the earthenware jar shattered, a few barely perceptible sparks shot out from some ingenious mechanism in the black-clad masked man's hand, landing precisely on the oil-soaked carriage.

"boom!!!"

Orange-red flames suddenly erupted from all parts of the carriage, instantly engulfing the entire vehicle.

The firelight made the cheeks of the people around them glow red.

Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and the scorching heat forced the nearby soldiers to retreat repeatedly.

"Fire! Fire! Put out the fire!"

"Protect the carriage! Quickly!"

The commander of the garrison shouted at the top of his lungs, but the formation was already in disarray.

Surprisingly, after completing their attack using a combination of blinding lime and burning the car with kerosene, the group of masked men in black did not take advantage of the chaos to launch an attack.

As if they had rehearsed, they retreated swiftly and in unison, stopping on a relatively safe earthen slope.

A dozen pairs of cold eyes, through the veils, silently and intently stared at the carriage that was gradually being deformed by the flames.

Their objective was clear: they didn't care how many soldiers they killed or what they were fighting the wandering swordsmen for.

It's about using the most direct method to tear away the disguise of the carriage.

Let's see for ourselves what's hidden inside.

"Well-prepared, ruthless, with a clear objective, striking and retreating decisively, without lingering in battle."

Lin Feng took in everything through the night vision goggles, and the name of an organization flashed through his mind.

This style of doing things, this uniform mode of action, this ruthless approach to achieving goals.

"It must be 'Yin Shi Shui'? Yang Laowu's former assassin organization."

"They really are a bunch of professional old hands."

However, using fire is indeed the simplest and most direct way to break the deadlock.

As the carriage was completely engulfed in flames, the fighting on the battlefield even ceased.

All eyes were focused on the burning carriage.

Many people wore expressions of tension, anticipation, or schadenfreude.

Although some dutiful soldiers tried to put out the fire, the oil fueled the flames, making it all futile.

"My lord, come out quickly!"

"Professor Wu, are you there?"

Several of the Wubin guards, their eyes bloodshot with anxiety, shouted hoarsely at the sea of ​​fire, their voices distorted.

But no one responded to them.

The fire raged for several minutes before finally giving way, and the entire frame collapsed completely.

The fire has subsided slightly, but it is still possible to make out the situation inside the wreckage.

empty.

The interior of the carriage was charred black, but its basic structure was still discernible.

Inside, there was nothing but a black lacquered wooden box whose outline could be vaguely discerned.

There was no sign of Prefect Wu Bin at all.

Even the anxious guards were instantly filled with astonishment upon seeing this scene.

Clearly, most of them were unaware that the carriage they were risking their lives to protect was actually empty.

Just then, a sharp whistling sound tore through the air, shattering the brief silence.

A short, finely crafted iron spear struck the wooden box on the carriage with perfect accuracy.

The wooden crate broke, and fragments flew everywhere.

Everyone looked closely and saw that there was only one stone in the box.

"Empty?"

"Damn it, we've been tricked."

"That old fox Wu Bin is indeed playing the trick of feigning an attack while secretly moving forward."

After a brief silence, angry curses and shouts echoed through the forest clearing.

In contrast, the members of the masked men in black, known as "Yin Shi Shui," acted decisively upon seeing that Bai Yu Ling was indeed not in the carriage.

The leader made a very subtle hand gesture, and more than a dozen dark figures instantly dispersed, rushing towards Huayang Prefecture City without hesitation.

Their movements were as swift as the wind, disappearing into the dense forest in just a few breaths, demonstrating exceptional execution.

Lin Feng, perched on a distant treetop, saw everything clearly through his night vision goggles. He couldn't help but admire inwardly: "This 'Yin Shi Shui' is indeed professional. When the target is missed, they retreat immediately without hesitation."

This efficiency is far superior to those scattered, cursing rabble.

At the same time, Lin Feng also noticed that several shadowy figures hidden on the outskirts had also quietly left.

The direction they disappeared from was none other than Huayang Prefecture.

The other martial arts practitioners, who were a bit slower to react, finally came to their senses.

The empty carriage is here, so Wu Bin and Bai Yuling must have already left in this direction. The most likely explanation is that he is still hiding in Huayang Prefecture, or he left in some other more secretive way.

There's no point in staying here.

"Quickly, return to Huayang Prefecture."

"Don't let that white jade token be lost."

The survivors, no longer willing to entangle with the guards, turned and ran wildly toward Huayang Prefecture, fearing that if they were too late, even their last chance would be lost.

In the center of the battlefield, the head of the imperial guards stood with a grim face, looking around at the suddenly empty space.

He roared and ordered, "Clean up the battlefield, bring the bodies of our fallen brothers, regroup immediately, and return to Huayang Prefecture."

"Sir, are we not going to Liangzhou City?" an adjutant asked in surprise.

"What are you doing going to Liangzhou City!" the chieftain roared. "The lord instructed us that if the carriage is surrounded, we must immediately return to Huayang Prefecture to prevent any unrest in the city. Hurry!"