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

Someone shouted, and everyone instantly erupted in chaos.

He didn't care about any investigation or manners, and turned around to run to the car.

Those lawyers ran faster than anyone else, one of their shoes even flew off, but no one turned back to pick it up.

The manager of Pacific Land Company was so weak in the knees that he was forced into the car by two of his men.

Engines roared, and dust flew everywhere.

In less than a minute, seven or eight cars had driven off completely.

The car with the flat tire was left standing there, the doors were still open, and the key was still in the lock.

Outside the farm, Rockwell was leaning against the hood of his car, smoking a cigar.

The cigar had just been lit.

Then I saw that group of people rushing towards me, each car faster than the last, as if they were being chased by ghosts.

He froze for a moment.

After those people stopped their car and recounted what had happened, Rockwell's expression changed repeatedly.

"today."

He took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse, unlike his own: "Whoever offers 30% off, the farm will be sold to them."

The manager of Pacific Land Company wiped the sweat from his brow and hesitated before saying, "I need to discuss this with the board of directors first... This, this needs to be discussed in a meeting..."

"I'll think about it some more." The representative from another farm was pale and his lips were trembling.

No one expressed their opinion on the spot.

Everyone got into the car and sped away.

Rockwell stood there, staring in the direction the group had disappeared, his eyes filled with panic.

He looked up at the sky.

The sky in Texas was a blinding blue, without a single cloud.

But he felt as if a pair of demonic eyes were looking down upon this land.

The news spread very quickly.

Within three days, four gangsters, hearing that the farm was unattended, hatched a wicked plan and sneaked in at night to steal things.

One timid person waited outside, while the other three went inside.

As a result, all three of them died.

They were so scared they called the police, but even the police and forensic doctors refused to go in.

This cast an even darker shadow over the farm.

Soon, several interested farms withdrew.

Only Pacific Land Company remains.

Listed companies are just rich and powerful, and they don't believe in superstitions.

They even plan to take advantage of the opportunity to buy at the bottom.

They have initiated the formal acquisition process, and the legal team is working overnight to draft the contract.

The appraisers reassessed the asset value, and the public relations department began preparing a press release following the acquisition.

Upon hearing this news, Lin Feng's mood immediately soured.

How can we give away a farm that's a sure thing to someone else?

That night, he threw the white jade token onto the roof of the Pacific Land Company headquarters building by himself.

The following day, Pacific Land Company was reported for tax evasion.

The State Taxation Administration investigated and found that more than 30 tax inspectors suddenly broke into the headquarters building, which then inexplicably caught fire, burning down two entire floors.

The fire alarm system just happened to break down that day, and by the time the fire trucks arrived, the place was already burned beyond recognition.

All the financial statements are gone.

This only excited the tax authorities more; the more they tried to cover it up, the more problematic it seemed.

The bad news didn't stop there; an oil well at one of their farms exploded, and the Environmental Protection Administration issued them a ton of fines.

That oil well had been operating for eight years without any problems, but it suddenly exploded that day.

In just two days, the company's stock price plummeted, and 20 billion of its 40 billion market value evaporated.

The board of directors held an emergency meeting overnight, arguing for a full six hours, and finally called off the acquisition of Locke Farm.

Everyone agreed that this was too sinister, and anyone who got involved would be doomed.

After the market closed the following day, Pacific Land officially announced that it was terminating its acquisition negotiations with Locke Farms due to "unforeseen risk factors".

Locke Farm became a taboo subject in the financial world overnight.

Nobody wants to risk their life and fortune for a run-down farm.

The farm's valuation plummeted from $400 million to $100 million.

The key issue is that even at 100 million, no one dares to buy it.

Those buyers who were previously eager to buy now wave their hands at the mere mention of "Rock Farm".

Some people joked that even if it were given away for free, they wouldn't dare to take it. What use would a farm be if they got tainted by that evil spirit and lost their lives?

Those who didn't believe in superstition are all dead.

The Locke family now sees this farm as a ticking time bomb.

This isn't about money; it's about life and death.

The family held several meetings, which resulted in heated arguments.

They then called in a priest to perform an exorcism, but the priest also died.

Now, nobody dared to take the farm, and even cowboys couldn't be found.

That night, Rockwell sat alone in the living room, too worried to sleep.

This villa is the family's main residence, covering an area of ​​over 2,000 square meters.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, lit a cigar, and looked utterly distressed.

Just then, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID—an unknown number.

After hesitating for a moment, I accepted the call anyway.

"Hello, Mr. Rockwell." The voice on the other end of the phone was calm, devoid of any emotion, like a robot.

Rockwell frowned. "Who are you?"

"Who I am is unimportant." The other person paused. "I just want to know, has the Locke family's farm been sold yet?"

Rockwell's eyes lit up.

"Not yet, sir. If you are interested, we can discuss the price."

The price is negotiable, really, negotiable!

"If others don't want it, I don't want it either. You should keep it."

"Beep beep beep—"

A busy signal came through.

Rockwell was stunned for several seconds before he realized he had been tricked.

"Fuck"

He flew into a rage, slammed his phone to the ground, and then grabbed a whiskey glass and smashed it against the wall.

Glass shattered on the floor, whiskey dripped down the wall, and the air was filled with the aroma of alcohol.

"You damn bastard, don't let me find out who you are, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

-

Meanwhile, at McKenna's farm.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, with a woman on each arm, and hung up the phone.

McKenna couldn't help but burst out laughing, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Lin, you're really wicked."

Sarah laughed so hard she almost fell over, and kissed him on the cheek.

Lin Feng chuckled, tossed his phone aside, and reached out to hug the two women tightly.

"Life is about finding some fun."

He paused, then looked at McKenna, "Tomorrow, you will formally discuss the acquisition."

McKenna nodded: "Then how much would be appropriate?"

"Fifty million US dollars."

Of course, the lower the better.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, "But I don't have enough cash, I need to take out a loan."

McKenna's eyes lit up, and she immediately expressed her opinion.

"It's alright, just use my farm as collateral."

Fifty million US dollars, absolutely no problem.

Lin Feng nodded and added, "Money is a small matter; we'll have it in a while."

He realized that his current funds were indeed insufficient.

We need to find two more drug lords with large cash flows to work with.

"Such a large transaction definitely requires a reliable lawyer," McKenna said.

"Simple, I'll call my sister over."

She graduated from Harvard Law School.

Being a partner at a top law firm in Manhattan, New York, earning a seven-figure annual salary.

With her there, everything will be foolproof; she can explain every single word in the contract to you clearly.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Isn't your sister a criminal defense lawyer?"

"Business is no problem either, besides, she has quite a few lawyers working for her."

McKenna chimed in from the side, "Is she pretty?"

Sarah rolled her eyes at her.

"Of course she's beautiful! We're sisters, okay?"