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

Before the excitement on this side had even subsided, another burst of screams and curses erupted from the other side of the street.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw four women fighting on the street, two against two, the scene was quite intense.

A woman wearing a black bodycon skirt had her skirt grabbed and pulled sharply, hanging directly on her waist.

It's still empty.

Instantly, whistles, screams, and cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Austin's Sixth Street truly lives up to its reputation as the most chaotic area in the city.

There was definitely a lot of fun to be had.

Three police officers called for backup over their walkie-talkies. Soon, six mounted police officers arrived on horseback.

The police officers were well-trained and charged directly into the crowd, knocking all four women who were fighting to the ground.

The mounted police jumped off their horses and, regardless of right or wrong, began punching and kicking the victim, handcuffing her hands and pinning her to the roadside.

This kind of law enforcement feels like pigs fighting in your own pigsty; it doesn't matter who's right or wrong, everyone gets punished equally.

Two Black bystanders were recording with their phones when they were also pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by the police.

Regardless of age or gender, anyone who disobeys will be beaten.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh; this law enforcement was damn satisfying.

He was about to leave with Sarah and Anna in his arms when a black man approached, looking jealous and shaking his head. "Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, how much for these two girls a night?"

Go back to your country.

Anna's face darkened, and she was about to make a move when Lin Feng stopped her hand.

Lin Feng suddenly had a pistol in his hand, which he shoved into the old black man's hand, while using his other hand to press acupoints on his body.

Old Hei's hand froze instantly, still holding the pistol.

Lin Feng shouted, "Police! He has a gun!"

Upon hearing this shout, several patrol officers and mounted police immediately became alert, drawing their pistols and aiming them at the old black man.

"Put down your gun! Right now!"

Old Hei looked terrified, his mouth was open but he couldn't speak, and his hands wouldn't obey him at all.

He tried desperately to let go, but his body wouldn't budge.

Lin Feng smiled and flicked his finger, sending a wisp of spiritual energy precisely striking Old Hei's trigger. Bang! The gun went off.

Seeing this, the other police officers immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Someone started a group, and the other police officers immediately joined in.

The gunfire was so dense it sounded like firecrackers going off during Chinese New Year, crackling and popping all at once.

Old Hei suffered acute copper poisoning and died instantly.

The dead can no longer die.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was satisfied. He put his arm around Sarah and Anna, turned around and left, hailed a car, and returned to the Four Seasons Hotel.

When we got back to the presidential suite, it was already past 11 p.m.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Austin night view unfolds beneath your feet.

Sarah kicked off her high heels, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, stretched, and turned to Anna, saying, "I'm going to take a shower; I feel all sticky."

Anna smiled and followed behind her: "Let's go together, it'll save time."

Before Sarah could speak, Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and nodded seriously: "Not bad, this is a good option."

Upon hearing this, Sarah and Anna exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously said in unison, "You go first."

Lin Feng sat motionless on the sofa, smiling at the two of them, showing no intention of getting up.

Sarah and Anna exchanged another glance, both feeling a bit scared.

Lin Feng's fighting power was extraordinary, and the two of them were in pain for a whole day.

If we shower together, I won't be able to sleep tonight.

Seeing that Lin Feng remained unmoved, Sarah bit her lip and whispered, "Honey, why don't you go first..."

Seeing the two girls' expressions of both anticipation and fear, Lin Feng smiled quite comfortably.

This is the oppressive feeling of the strong.

He waved his hand and laughed, "Alright, let's rest tonight, no more trouble."

The two women breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, took out his phone, and browsed the news.

Austin's major media outlets are all reporting on tonight's high-speed chase, and the Ferrari label has become a trending topic.

The comments section was filled with cheers. Some said the driver must have had an inside man, some said it was a magician, and others were certain that the car had vanished into thin air.

Lin Feng smiled and tossed his phone aside.

More than half an hour later, the two women came out wearing bathrobes, their faces flushed from the steam, and their bodies exuding the fragrance of shower gel.

Lin Feng also got up from the sofa and quickly took a shower in the bathroom.

When he came out, Sarah and Anna were already snuggled up on the sofa.

A bottle of red wine was opened. The three of them huddled together, their wine glasses clinking softly.

Sarah took a sip of red wine, then suddenly remembered something and asked curiously:

"By the way, why did that black man suddenly have a gun in his hand?"

I clearly remember that he had nothing in his hands.

Lin Feng swirled the red wine in his glass and casually said, "I gave it to you."

Anna was taken aback, her face full of confusion: "How come I didn't see you make a move?"

When did you put it there?

Lin Feng picked up his wine glass and took a sip: "If you could see me make a move, that would be quite something."

The two women exchanged a glance and neither of them asked any further questions.

They didn't feel anything about Lao Hei's death.

There are plenty of those black guys who cause trouble on the bar streets in Texas. They think they're invincible after a few drinks and cause trouble everywhere. They're not worth dying for.

Besides, that guy provoked us and spewed vulgarities; he deserved to die.

Sarah changed the subject, crossed her legs on the sofa, tilted her head, and asked:

"Where are we going tomorrow? Are we going to continue exploring Austin?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Las Vegas tomorrow."

Sarah paused, somewhat surprised: "Why go to Las Vegas? To see those two bitches in prison?"

Lin Feng: ...

"You really know how to think, huh? You're broke, aren't you?"

The last time I laundered US dollars, I spent it all on a farm. This time, I bought a piano using my credit card, so I'm planning to earn some more.

Anna couldn't help but laugh: "Are you sure you can win money?"

"Is this difficult?"

Anna volunteered, "I can continue to help you launder money. I handled the last one perfectly, without leaving a trace."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "No need for that much trouble. There are so many casinos in Las Vegas, winning ten or twenty million US dollars is enough to live on."

Legitimate income doesn't need to be laundered.

Sarah's mouth dropped open in disbelief: "Winning money is that easy? This is a casino, not an ATM..."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, looking confident: "Very easy."

Because I am the God of Gamblers.

Sarah and Anna wanted to say, "You're bragging again," but they swallowed their words.

If it were someone else, they would definitely think they were bragging.

But Lin Feng is different; he basically does everything he says he will do.

He claimed he could speed, but he ended up completely outmaneuvering the entire Austin police department.

He said he could play the piano, and he actually played it quite well.

Every time they thought he was bragging, they eventually found out he was serious.

With Lin Feng's track record standing there, they really wouldn't dare to question him casually.

Even without gambling, the two women had no doubt about Lin Feng's ability to make money.

Making money is probably as easy for him as buying things at the supermarket.

Anna put down her glass, sighed, and said apologetically:

"You two go tomorrow, I have to catch my flight back to Washington."

I've already taken several days off, but I have to go back to work; I still have tasks to complete.

Sarah was a little confused: "Isn't your uncle the deputy director?"

What's there to be afraid of? Just say hello.

Anna rolled her eyes: "He is the deputy director, that's true, but I can't just not go to work."

The CIA isn't some foundation for the children of congressmen that you can skip whenever you want.

"And I was recently transferred to the Special Operations Center, where they're about to take action against a Mexican drug lord, and they're really short-handed."

She paused, then added, "The Special Operations Center is the fastest-promoting department in the CIA; we can't afford to fail at this crucial juncture."

Lin Feng knew about the Special Operations Center, abbreviated as SAC, which was the department that specialized in assassinations, intelligence gathering, and causing trouble abroad.

Of course, this department also has the highest number of CIA agent deaths. It's high-risk, high-reward; you can rise quickly, but you can also die quickly.

However, Anna was more of an office-based commander than a frontline fighter.

This is considered fabricating a resume.

"It's easier to get an official position if you have connections in the court," Lin Feng chuckled.

"Go ahead and do a good job."

If anyone stands in your way of getting promoted, remember to come to me.

Anna's eyes lit up: "Really?"