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

Liang Bing turned her head away haughtily, ignoring him.

Lin Feng didn't insist and was about to turn around when Liang Bing suddenly spoke again:

"Why haven't we seen any progress on the piano you promised to make for my master?"

How many days has it been?

Lin Feng turned to look at her and smiled, "Don't worry, we agreed on a month, so I'll definitely get it done for you within a month."

Don't worry about what I do, just deliver the goods when the time comes.

Liang Bing snorted and stopped talking.

In the afternoon, Wei Zhaoan and Wei Zhaoyi, the two siblings, came again.

As soon as Wei Zhaoan walked in, he shouted, "Brother Feng, I'm here to freeload! What are we having today?"

Wei Zhaoyi followed behind him, secretly glancing at Lin Feng, her cheeks slightly flushed, before quickly walking towards Gu Yu. The two held hands and whispered to each other.

Lin Feng looked at this large family and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

These days are quite pleasant.

Time flies, and another ten days have passed.

Over the past ten days, the capital city has become increasingly bustling.

Martial arts candidates from various prefectures flocked to the area, inns and restaurants were packed every day, and there were several times more martial artists on the streets than usual.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, lived a leisurely and carefree life.

He spends his days fishing, writing, chatting with a few girls, and occasionally dealing with the Wei siblings who come to freeload meals.

Yu Lan would come over every few days to eat hot pot. Liang Bing remained aloof, but occasionally Yu Lan would pull her down to sit and have a few bites.

That night, Lin Feng suddenly had a thought.

The black lotus in the space seemed to have started spinning again.

He silently calculated the time; only twenty days had passed since the last rotation.

It used to be 28 days, now it's 20 days.

The cooling time has been shortened by eight days.

This is quite a big leap, a bit unexpected.

This indicates that his cultivation level has improved rapidly, and the Black Lotus's recovery speed has also increased accordingly.

If this trend continues, it might rotate once every five or ten days in the future.

He glanced at Gu Yu, who was already fast asleep beside him, but did not return to the city.

the next day.

Lin Feng had his servants buy 300 catties of monster meat, which cost 1500 taels of silver.

I also bought some fruit from here.

Only then did I return to the urban world.

It was still night in the city.

The location is still in the cowboy town of Texas, near McKenna's farm.

The farm villa was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from outside the window.

Sarah, McKenna, and Anna were breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

The blanket slipped halfway down, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

At this moment, Lin Feng was full of energy because it was daytime in the capital of Great Wei.

I have to say, I've been really craving Western food after twenty days without it.

Even someone who eats hot pot every day will get sick; sometimes you need a Western meal to balance things out.

Next, a burst of angry curses came from inside the villa.

Western horses are different from classic horses; they really scold.

Oh shit!

You devil!

"Damn it, you want us dead."

Please, go to a strip club.

The next day, Anna's plans to go to Washington were completely disrupted.

I didn't get up until noon.

The three of them searched around but couldn't find Lin Feng. After asking around, they learned that Lin Feng had gone to the target practice area.

They went to shoot guns.

So, Anna, Sarah, and McKenna, having regained their strength, also arrived at the shooting range.

On the open shooting range, the targets were lined up in a row, with a chest target 300 meters away in the distance.

But when they saw Lin Feng holding a 98K and shooting at a target 300 meters away, still using iron sights...

I didn't pay attention at first.

When the three women saw Lin Feng hitting the bullseye every time through the binoculars, they instantly lost their composure.

Ten shots in a row.

Even more terrifying is that all ten bullets hit the bullseye.

"Oh God, what did I just see?" McKenna covered her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.

Anna was also very surprised.

Sarah asked curiously, "Lin, how did you do that?"

That was iron sights! 300 meters away! Every shot was a bullseye!

McKenna prides herself on being a sharpshooter, having hunted with her father since childhood, and her marksmanship is definitely not bad.

But Lin Feng's performance had completely exceeded her expectations.

With iron sights at 300 meters, every shot hits the bullseye ten times – that's already incredible.

The key lies in his speed—he barely needs to aim; he raises his gun and fires in one smooth motion.

Moreover, the impact point of ten bullets has an error of no more than three millimeters.

Such precision and speed are something they've never seen before; even the world's top snipers couldn't achieve it.

Lin Feng put down his gun, a slight smile playing on his lips.

McKenna rushed up to him. "Oh, Lin! How did you do that? It's like a miracle!"

Anna leaned in, her face full of admiration: "I've seen so many CIA agents train and shoot countless times, but I've never seen anyone do this."

Lin, you're not even human!

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You can't learn this feel for guns."

The reason I came to the shooting range was to test my spiritual sense.

At the moment of firing, he could clearly perceive the trajectory of the bullet with his divine sense—from the barrel, cutting through the air, until it hit the bullseye.

That feeling was incredibly clear.

Then, based on the feedback from his divine sense, he can make minor adjustments to the next shot.

He had precise control over all factors, including wind direction, humidity, and distance.

Let alone shooting at a target with iron sights at 300 meters, he could even shoot a needle 300 meters away.

As the three women looked at him with adoration, Lin Feng's lips involuntarily curled up slightly.

It feels really good to be worshipped.

He looked at the three women, "Do you want to take a few shots?"

"Sure," Anna was the first to respond.

"Me too!" Salad was eager to try.

McKenna walked straight to the gun rack, picked up another identical 98K, grinned, and said, "Let me show you what a Texas cowgirl is all about!"

The three women imitated Lin Feng and aimed with the iron sights.

The result was like showing off one's skills in front of Guan Yu (a legendary Chinese general).

McKenna was the best shooter; she fired five shots, barely hitting the target twice, but still far from a bullseye.

Anna and Sarah fared even worse; the bullets just disappeared into the distance.

"Oh, shit!" Anna stomped her foot in frustration. "I can't even see the target!"

Sarah also complained, "Why is this crappy gun so hard to use?"

McKenna rolled her eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, it's your own fault for being bad."

Lin Feng then said, "Alright, alright, let's go. I'll treat you to some barbecue to replenish your energy."

Anna's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer to ask, "You have that special meat now?"

Lin Feng glanced at her: "You're quite clever."

"I can't wait!" Anna cheered and pulled Sarah along as they ran outside.

An hour later, they were fed a hearty meal of monster meat.

McKenna

Lin Feng: "How's the meat?"

McKenna didn't hold back her praise: "This barbecue is absolutely amazing, just like your second brother!"

"Shut up, you bitch!" Anna and Sarah said at the same time;

McKenna laughed heartily, completely unconcerned.

Lin Feng shook his head. This Texas cowgirl was really bold.

After eating and drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth and said, "We're going to buy two pianos later. Who wants to go?"

Anna raised her hand: "I'm going back to Washington tomorrow, and I'm free today, so I can go with you."

Sarah added, "I'm not working, so I'm available anytime."

McKenna shook her head, looking regretful. "No, I can't. There's a lot going on at the farm, and I can't leave."

McKenna then continued, "What good pianos could a cowboy town have?"

This is the world of cowboys, full of cow dung and horse manure.

Or we could go to Austin, the capital of Texas.

That's the "Live Music Capital of the World," with tons of music stores; you're sure to find what you're looking for.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let's go to Austin then, it'll be a good opportunity for a trip."

Anna shrugged: "I've never been to Austin before, so this is a good opportunity to give myself a break."

Salad also became interested: "I want to go see too!"

McKenna looked at them and snorted sourly, "You guys are having a good time, leaving me all alone to work on the farm."

Anna patted her on the shoulder and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll bring you a present when I get back."

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly.

Lin Feng drove his black Cullinan, carrying Anna and Sarah, onto the highway leading to Austin.

It's over 100 kilometers away, and it takes about two hours to get there.