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

McKenna blinked, successfully diverting her attention.

"Oh right, I'd completely forgotten about that."

She looked at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Lin, are you going or not?"

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"No problem, I've got nothing else to do anyway."

That night, after Sarah and McKenna went to sleep, Lin Feng quietly arrived at Little Locke's villa.

The area has been cordoned off.

The night was cool and still. The Locke family farm was deathly silent, long since devoid of its former bright lights.

After all, industrial hemp requires a lot of light, but now it's completely dark.

Sixteen people died yesterday, all in accidents—kicked to death by horses, shot, electrocuted, burned to death… The news caused an uproar.

The cowboys who weren't on the farm were terrified when they heard the news. Luckily, they hadn't gone and escaped a disaster.

Residents of nearby towns would take a detour when passing by that farm, for fear of picking up something unclean.

People are less afraid of murder.

Every murderer has a motive and a target; ordinary people should just stay away.

But this was an accident.

At the same time and in the same place, sixteen people died from various inexplicable accidents.

This goes beyond the realm of science and can only be explained by theology.

Curse, devil, death—these became the only explanations.

Even Locke's family dared not come to the farm.

They lived in a mansion in Dallas with the doors and windows tightly closed and the curtains drawn, for fear of accidentally getting anything unclean on them.

This was exactly the effect Lin Feng wanted.

He came to the Locke family farm alone, following the route he remembered from young Locke, easily navigating through the plantation and arriving at the main house.

The main house is a three-story American country villa with red brick walls, white columns, and several vehicles parked in front, including pickup trucks and full-size SUVs.

The courtyard was quiet; there wasn't even a bird chirping.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and went inside.

Based on Little Locke's memory, he skillfully cut off the power.

Then he went upstairs to the basement.

Upon entering the basement, a safe embedded in the wall comes into view.

The safe door opened with a click, following the password.

Inside, bundles of cash were neatly stacked, each bundle containing ten thousand US dollars, arranged in five rows. Lin Feng roughly counted them; it was approximately five million US dollars.

Next to it were several velvet boxes; when you opened them, you found they were all luxury watches.

I own about ten watches, mostly Rolexes.

There are several old-fashioned watches, with outdated designs, probably worn by Little Locke when he was young; their sentimental value outweighs their practical value.

Lin Feng also included it in the space.

Some others are worth some money.

A Patek Philippe 5711/1P Nautilus, with a platinum case and ruby ​​hour markers, is worth around US$850,000.

These discontinued, legendary models are favorites among Wall Street investment banking elites and old-money Americans.

Two Richard Miller pieces.

One is the RM35-03, with a carbon fiber case, it's incredibly stylish.

The other one is the RM47 Black Knight Tourbillon, with a black ceramic case, skeletonized dial, and the tourbillon mechanism subtly visible.

This thing can sell for over ten million RMB on the domestic secondary market.

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised.

Richard Miller watches are typically worn by sports stars, entertainment stars, or the children of wealthy families.

I never expected that even an old man like Rock would like this.

He tried on the RM35-03 on his wrist—the carbon fiber case felt weightless, and it was incredibly stylish, making it perfect for young people.

Of these three watches, it's the cheapest, around $400,000, but it looks the best and doesn't look out of place when worn.

The other two storage spaces.

There were also several diamonds and sapphires in the safe, all of good quality.

There were also about a kilogram of gold bars, bright yellow, pressed at the bottom.

Lin Feng put all the valuables into the Black Lotus Space.

Go down to the basement, to another room, which is a small armory.

The shelves against the wall were filled with all kinds of guns and cannons—AR15, M4, SCAR, AK47, and all kinds of models.

Bulletproof vests, tactical helmets, and night vision goggles are hanging on hooks on the wall.

Several boxes of ammunition were piled up in the corner.

Lin Feng accepted all of them without hesitation.

After confirming that nothing was missed, he went back downstairs, unscrewed the gasoline can he was carrying, and started pouring it all the way from the doorway.

The smell of gasoline permeated the living room, staircase, hallway, bedroom, and study.

He lit the fire and left.

"boom!"

Flames erupted instantly, spreading along the gasoline and engulfing the entire first floor within seconds.

Thick smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky.

Lin Feng turned and left without looking back.

He believed that not only would no one pursue the matter of the fire, but many people would be thankful that they hadn't gone, otherwise they might have been burned to death inside.

Back at McKenna's villa, Sarah and McKenna were still fast asleep.

Lin Feng didn't wake them. He sat on the sofa in the living room and took out the watches to play with.

A few old-fashioned watches are really not that interesting, so they've been left to gather dust in a corner of my room.

I put away the Patek Philippe and the RM47 watch, leaving only the RM35-03 watch on my wrist.

Keep the gold; it doesn't take up much space anyway.

The next day at breakfast, Lin Feng said to McKenna, "If the Locke family sells the farm, you should buy it."

McKenna, biting her fork, looked puzzled: "They probably won't sell it, right?"

Their family just got their industrial hemp license and is planning to make a big splash.

They had been trying to buy my family's farm for a while.

Lin Feng smiled and said confidently, "Don't worry, they will definitely sell."

According to John Locke's recollection, his children lived in New York and Los Angeles.

They prefer working in finance and technology and have no interest in traditional industries like farming.

Young people are attracted to quick money, stocks, options, and Silicon Valley startups.

Send them back to Texas to be cowboys? No way.

Now that this has happened, selling the farm is almost a certainty.

"These next few days, please spread the word about the unexpected events that happened to the Locke family," Lin Feng added.

Why?

"Make those who want to buy the farm feel fear and scare away potential buyers, so they can only sell to you at a low price."

It's okay, I'll just post it on Douyin and get it trending.

McKenna blinked, and understood.

"But what if they really sell, and I don't have enough cash?"

"It's alright," Lin Feng waved his hand. "I'll pay for it."

McKenna nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

In the afternoon, the three of them packed up quickly and drove to the airport.

Boarding, takeoff, and landing in New York three hours later.

Lin Feng's phone rang as soon as he landed.

It was Anna calling.

"You were behind the Locke family's affairs, weren't you?"

Her voice was very low.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed: "What Locke? How come I don't know anything about him?"

"Stop pretending," Anna said irritably. "This matter has reached the White House, and the CIA and FBI have jointly sent people to investigate."

"Let them investigate," Lin Feng said nonchalantly. "I didn't do anything."

Anna remained silent for a few seconds. She had witnessed the power of the White Jade Token firsthand and knew just how sinister it was.

Investigate? Investigate my ass.

"There's one more thing," she changed the subject, "In Texas, the higher-ups have sent people back to investigate the cases of missing ICE and CIA personnel."

Is there anything else you've missed?

If so, I'll have my uncle help you clean it up.

Lin Feng laughed: "Yes, aren't you the one in the know?"

"Besides me?"

"I don't know, maybe he's gone to see God."

"Let them investigate; they can turn Mexico upside down, and they won't find anything."

"Okay, I'll hang up now."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng put his arm around Sarah and McKenna and headed to Madison Square Garden.

The competition starts at 7 p.m.

Knicks and Cavaliers.

Even someone like Lin Feng who doesn't watch the NBA wouldn't know who the players on the two teams are.

Lin Feng mostly watches matches by watching Douyin (TikTok) clips; he watches them if he sees them, and doesn't watch them if he doesn't. He adopts a "whatever happens, happens" approach.

Currently, Lin Feng only knows a few NBA players, and they are all veterans. He only knows one newcomer.

Like Curry, James Harden, Durant, Irving, James, and that Shaolin disciple named Zebra.

I'm not familiar with the other people.

Even though I didn't get to see it in person, I'll still join in the fun.