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

Lin Feng glanced at the police car getting closer and closer in the rearview mirror, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips.

When the three police cars got close enough,

He floored the accelerator, and the Ferrari shot through the gap between the three police cars like an arrow!

Three police cars tried to ram the Ferrari, but the Ferrari accelerated too fast, and instead of hitting it, two of the police cars collided with each other.

When only one car remained, it immediately turned around and chased after it, but the Ferrari was already far ahead.

"Damn it! We've been tricked!" A policeman slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

"Headquarters requesting backup! Requesting backup! That Ferrari is too slippery, we need more high-powered police cars!"

In the sky, two helicopters kept a close eye on the red Ferrari.

Police are using real-time surveillance and news helicopters to broadcast the entire high-speed manhunt live.

The live stream had almost zero latency, allowing viewers throughout the city to watch the entire process of the chase, the forced stop, and the capture simultaneously.

The police did not interfere with the live broadcast—as long as they did not interfere with law enforcement or disclose law enforcement content, the TV station could broadcast it however it wanted.

As viewership ratings climbed steadily, the television station immediately ordered a professional male anchor to begin providing commentary.

The anchor's voice was steady, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "Dear viewers, what you are seeing now is the Austin police chasing a red Ferrari."

This Ferrari had no license plates and was traveling at over 150 miles per hour.

The most amazing thing is that it seems to have precognitive abilities, always managing to avoid police interceptions in advance—look, it has dodged the roadblock again!

In the footage, the Ferrari suddenly slowed down before an exit and turned onto the side road, while a kilometer ahead, several police cars were laying tire deflation devices.

"Oh my god! It's now traveling at 180 miles per hour (288 kilometers per hour)!"

The anchor's voice suddenly rose, "Look, it even used its turn signal when it overtook another car. This Ferrari is so polite."

This might be the most polite speeding driver in America, hahaha—"

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

"Why does this car look like that red Ferrari in Las Vegas?"

"It's true! They all don't have license plates, so we can't catch them!"

"Was it him in Las Vegas too?"

"I bet a hundred bucks, the police won't catch him tonight!"

"I bet we won't catch them."

The ratings continued to soar.

The media helicopter relentlessly pursued Lin Feng's Ferrari, its camera lenses never leaving the red car.

Lin Feng glanced at the fuel gauge; the needle was already down to one-third.

At extreme speeds, fuel consumption is alarmingly high.

Lin Feng said to the two women, "Let's play a game of extreme difficulty, and then we'll get off the highway."

Otherwise, running out of gas would be awkward.

Sarah and Anna were both breathing rapidly at this point.

The speed at that moment gave them a suffocating sense of pressure; the scenery outside the window was too fast to see clearly, and they could only feel the vibration of the car and the roar of the engine.

They couldn't hear what Lin Feng was saying at all.

Lin Feng increased the speed to 190 miles per hour, nearly 300 kilometers per hour.

At this speed, the Ferrari was nearing its limit, and the steering wheel became heavy.

But this amount of weight made no difference to Lin Feng.

His divine sense covered the road surface within 300 meters ahead, and he had complete control over every bend and the movement of every vehicle.

After all, Sarah and Anna are ordinary people. If Lin Feng is unharmed after the car accident, then they are in trouble.

At the peak of 310 km/h, with the accelerator floored, the speed couldn't go any higher no matter how much I pressed the pedal.

"Damn, wasn't the limit supposed to be 340?"

The fuel gauge dropped rapidly, so he began to slow down.

When the speed dropped to 120 miles per hour (about 190 kilometers per hour), the two women finally dared to breathe heavily.

"Oh my god! 190 miles (300 kilometers)! That's so exciting! I can't take it!" Anna exclaimed, covering her face.

Sarah glanced at the flashing red and blue police lights behind her in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but exclaim, "So many police cars!"

At the next highway exit, Lin Feng sensed eight police cars entering the highway from another ramp, preparing to intercept them.

He smirked and slowed down, quickly reducing his speed to around 40 miles per hour.

Anna asked doubtfully, "Driving so slowly, we'll be overtaken very soon!"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Don't rush, this is the effect we want."

When the speed dropped to 40 miles per hour, the police car behind quickly caught up, its red and blue lights almost filling the entire rearview mirror.

The eight police cars ahead were already in position, blocking the road completely.

Many cars ahead were stopped.

Caught in a pincer attack, there's no way to escape.

"Oh, Ferrari's probably finished this time," the news anchor's voice came from the television.

"There were police cars in front and behind, and its chassis was too low to jump over the guardrail and escape."

It seems there's no way to escape this time.

Before the anchor could finish speaking, Lin Feng suddenly jerked the steering wheel.

The Ferrari's rear end suddenly swung out, executing a beautiful drift, and the front of the car turned 180 degrees, starting to drive against traffic!

The speed suddenly increased, reaching 140 kilometers per hour in an instant.

The Ferrari weaved back and forth through the oncoming traffic, causing oncoming vehicles to swerve and honking incessantly.

The police cars didn't have time to react; several couldn't brake in time and crashed into each other.

The cameraman on the helicopter was caught off guard by the whole operation, and the camera shook several times before it finally locked onto the red Ferrari again.

By the time the helicopter turned around and caught up, the Ferrari had already driven off the highway in the wrong direction.

"Oh my god! This Ferrari has its lights off! Is it driving with its eyes closed?" The anchor's voice was full of disbelief.

The Ferrari drove onto the main street and turned into a small alley in the sixth block.

Lin Feng said to the two women, "You two get off here, I'll go return the car."

Both women's legs were weak and their faces were pale. They could only stand up by holding onto the car door.

Anna took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "Lin, I almost peed myself just now."

Lin Feng chuckled, watching the two women stagger out of the car, then turned the steering wheel and drove into the entrance of an underground parking lot.

The helicopter couldn't capture the situation inside the underground parking lot at all.

I could only wander around outside, wondering if the Ferrari would come out.

Lin Feng drove around the parking lot, found a corner without surveillance cameras, and with a thought, the Ferrari vanished from the spot.

He avoided the cameras, quickly left through the stairwell, and blended into the crowd on the street.

Upon receiving the report, the police immediately sealed off all exits of the entire underground parking lot.

Twenty-five police cars surrounded the entire street, armed patrol officers blocked every intersection, and twelve mounted police officers on horseback maintained order at the scene.

The TV station staff rushed to the front with cameras, eager to get the exclusive news as soon as possible.

This red Ferrari has caused the ratings to skyrocket, and the whole city is waiting to see the ending.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments—

"Oh, the era of an eight-star boss has come to an end."