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

"I don't want him to get arrested!"

"He's my idol!"

"This is way more exciting than F1!"

As the camera panned into the underground parking lot, everyone held their breath.

The search lasted a full twenty minutes.

Every floor, every corner, every car was turned upside down.

There is no red Ferrari.

No.

We searched the entire underground parking garage, but couldn't find even a single car wheel.

The live stream chat was filled with question marks.

"????"

"??????"

"Oh my God! Is he a magician?"

"Where did the car go?"

"That's impossible!"

At Austin Police Headquarters, the chief stared at the live surveillance footage, his neck flushed with anger.

The other officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone pulled up all the surveillance footage and played it back frame by frame.

Surveillance footage shows that the Ferrari did indeed enter the underground parking garage entrance.

Then there is no more then.

There is no record of them going out.

The red car wasn't captured in any of the exits.

The car just vanished into thin air.

The conference room was deathly silent.

"Oh shit, is this some kind of ghost?"

The bureau chief's face darkened: "Check all personnel registrations."

"Yes"

Meanwhile, Lin Feng rode a Harley-Davidson to Austin’s sixth block.

Austin's Sixth Street is the city's most famous bar street, and also notoriously chaotic.

It is a key area for police patrols, and the police can usually arrive within two minutes.

This place brings together all kinds of bars, from retro-style jazz bars to cowboy bars that feature country music.

There are deafening DJ nightclubs and themed bars with dramatic storylines.

Neon signs lit up one after another on both sides of the street, illuminating the entire street in a colorful display.

Deafening music leaked from under the doors of the various bars.

After their extreme high-speed driving experience on the highway, Sarah and Anna's adrenaline surged to its peak, and they haven't fully calmed down yet.

So I drank some alcohol to calm my nerves.

The two women messaged Lin Feng, saying they were at the Old Friends Bar in the Sixth Block.

The moment Lin Feng pushed open the door, a burst of energetic DJ music hit him, the subwoofer vibrating so loudly it made his chest resonate.

The bar was dimly lit, with only the lights in the center of the dance floor flashing to the beat. The dance floor was crowded with men and women twisting their bodies.

Lin Feng scanned the area with his divine sense and found Sarah and Anna in a booth in the corner.

The two huddled together, each with a cocktail in front of them, and were talking in hushed tones.

Lin Feng walked over, and Anna and Sarah immediately moved to the sides, making room for each other in the middle.

As soon as he sat down, the two women hugged him from both sides and kept kissing him on the face.

Anna hugged Lin Feng: "Lin, we didn't get caught, did we?"

Lin Feng smirked and leaned back on the sofa. "I'm God's messenger, how could they possibly catch up?"

"Oh, that's true."

Sarah clung to Lin Feng's arm, practically hanging on him, her face full of adoration: "Darling, your driving skills are amazing."

This is the first time I've ever ridden in such a fast car.

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but smile and reached out to pinch Sarah's cheek: "I like people who tell the truth."

Sarah chuckled, hugging Lin Feng's arm with a look of infatuation on her face, wishing she could stick to him all the time.

It's not just a physical attraction; it's more of a heartfelt admiration, even a near-submissive dependence.

Anna still retained some rationality, unlike Sarah who had completely succumbed.

She picked up her glass, took a sip, and turned to ask, "What would you like to drink?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. How about a cocktail? You can decide."

Anna nodded and pointed to the wine list: "Then let's have a Ranch Water, it's a must-order local specialty in Austin."

Tequila with a touch of lime and a dash of soda water makes for a very refreshing drink.

She waved, and the waiter quickly came over.

Anna expertly ordered: "A glass of ranch water, please."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

A moment later, a glass of light white cocktail was served.

A ring of salt clings to the rim of the cup, and a slice of lime is soaking inside.

"Sir, please enjoy your meal."

Lin Feng picked up his cup and took a sip.

It had the sourness of lime, the spiciness of tequila, and finally the taste of soda water, making Lin Feng feel a little uncomfortable after drinking it.

Lin Feng didn't like this kind of cocktail.

A cocktail is a mixture of two or more types of alcohol.

Most of them are spirits mixed with soft drinks or juices.

In China, Lin Feng usually drinks either baijiu (Chinese liquor) or beer, and he rarely drinks mixed drinks like this.

Relaxing DJ music flows in your ears, perfect for chatting and unwinding.

Sarah and Anna gradually calmed down from the excitement of the car chase.

Lin Feng couldn't help but tease, "Still want to race?"

Sarah and Anna shook their heads simultaneously, saying in unison, "We can't handle that kind of stimulation. If it happens again, my heart will jump out of my chest."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "You're too bad."

Just then, cheers and whistles suddenly erupted in the bar.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw a video of two women dancing together on the large screen in the center of the hall.

Two white women are standing on a stage, competing in a striptease.

However, their figures are average, so I don't know where their confidence comes from.

There is a large "VS" logo in the middle of the screen, with two women on each side.

It looks like a battle scene from a fighting game.

The side whose audience screams the loudest gets the more health bars they get.

The one on the left was clearly more uninhibited, quickly stripping down to only a bikini, revealing her buttocks, which effectively ended the game.

Her figure is average; she doesn't look appetizing.

However, it must be said that having money certainly allows Americans to have a lot of fun.

Lin Feng didn't like the cocktail, so he took a sip and put it down.

After spending about half an hour at the bar, Lin Feng got up and left with the two women in his arms.

As soon as I stepped out of the bar, I saw a white couple arguing at the entrance.

They're all good-looking.

"Why don't you split the bill when you go out to have fun?"

"As a man, isn't it your duty to spend money on women?"

"That's called gentlemanly conduct, don't you understand?" the woman said matter-of-factly.

Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that the theories of Xiaohongshu in China have already crossed the ocean and influenced the other side of the world.

"You're richer than me, why should I pay? Why don't we split the bill?"

The woman snorted coldly, turned to leave, and said, "Then go find someone else. I don't need any more men!"

"Oh! You bitch! I've seen through you now." The man cursed angrily.

Suddenly, a Black man who was watching the commotion punched the white man in the temple.

Lin Feng was stunned. What the hell was wrong with this old black man?

What does it have to do with you, an old black man, if a couple is arguing?

The white man staggered a few steps after being hit, then rushed forward with red eyes and started fighting with the black man.

Unfortunately, he was physically weaker than his opponent and was constantly pinned to the ground and beaten, unable to fight back.

Just then, three patrolling police officers rushed over, two men and one woman.

Without saying a word, they pulled out pepper spray and sprayed it all over the place.

Just as Lao Hei was about to run, the police pulled out a stun gun and shot him. Lao Hei's body instantly stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground.

Another male police officer knelt on the white man's legs.

"Idiot, I'm the victim here."

The male police officer ignored him completely, raised his hand and punched him twice, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.

The woman from earlier said, "You're using excessive force."

Seeing this, the policewoman grabbed her hair, pressed her to the ground, and knelt on her neck, neatly handcuffing her.

"Fuck you, you bitch, I'm going to sue you!" the woman screamed as she struggled desperately.

The policewoman's face darkened, and she kicked the woman hard in the stomach.

The woman screamed in agony, curled up into a ball, and howled in pain.