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

"Hit...hit it?"

Guo Lin stammered, her hands gripping the steering wheel trembling slightly.

She wondered if she had misheard.

But when she saw Lin Feng's expressionless face in the rearview mirror, she knew she hadn't misheard.

"That's right."

Lin Feng's tone was indifferent.

"Boss, is it really that serious?"

Guo Lin looked terrified. Was she supposed to hit someone with her car?

She had never even considered such a thing.

"Boss, what if we crash into it and get killed?"

"If you're dead, you're dead."

Lin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone completely calm.

It was as if they weren't discussing a human life, but rather a stray dog ​​blocking their way.

"Boss, my legs are weak, I really can't do it. No matter how much I hate it, it's still a human life..."

Guo Lin said with a pained expression, her legs were indeed shaking uncontrollably, and she almost didn't have the strength to press the accelerator.

Lin Feng's madness was something she hadn't expected.

Sun Ting quickly nodded in agreement, her expression no better.

Clinging tightly to Lin Feng's arm, her voice held a hint of pleading:

"Brother Feng, why don't we call the police?"

This kind of thing can be left to the police to handle; you can't let a thug cause you trouble.

While Las Vegas police aren't exactly efficient, they'll still handle this kind of blatant provocation.

Lin Feng glanced at the two women and knew they really didn't have the guts.

Asking Guo Lin to drive a car and hit a living person is indeed asking too much of her.

You can't force them to do this kind of thing.

"Then let me do it."

Lin Feng patted the back of Guo Lin's seat, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Turn around."

Seeing Lin Feng personally take action,

Guo Lin was still feeling very uneasy.

But he dared not say anything in rebuttal.

Helpless, I turned the steering wheel and started to make a U-turn.

The Cullinan's massive body drew an arc on the road, its front end realigning itself with the direction it had come from.

The old black man saw the Cullinan turn around and drive towards him from afar, but he showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, it arrogantly raised two middle fingers at the approaching Cullinan.

He was muttering curses under his breath.

"You motherfucker is my son's whore"

"Fuck you, you bunch of spineless sons of bitches."

His expression was extremely smug.

In his eyes, this black luxury SUV was nothing more than another coward who had been scared out of his wits.

The driver probably turned back because he was angry and wanted to yell at him, but after yelling, he still had to slink away.

He's done this kind of thing at least eighty or a hundred times; he's very familiar with it.

After the car turned around, Lin Feng rolled down the back window.

The sweltering evening air from Las Vegas rushed in, carrying a wisp of sand.

Lin Feng suddenly had a pistol in his hand; the silver barrel reflected a cold light in the setting sun.

Old Hei was smugly waiting for the car to drive by so he could yell at him again, giving him the middle finger.

Suddenly, I saw a silver gun barrel sticking out from behind the car window.

Next came Lin Feng's cold, emotionless eyes.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The hairs on my body stood on end.

Without saying a word, he turned and ran, his long legs swinging fast across the desert highway, losing one of his shoes in the process.

Lin Feng watched the disheveled figure flee and said to Guo Lin:

"Drive slowly and follow behind him."

He likes to run, right?

Let him run as much as he wants.

Anyway, the black guy has athletic talent.

"Okay, boss."

Guo Lin's voice was still trembling slightly, but she was much calmer than before.

She gently pressed the accelerator, and the Cullinan followed smoothly behind the old black man.

Maintaining a distance of about five meters, neither too fast nor too slow, like walking a dog.

Thus, an absurd scene unfolded on the sand beside the intercontinental highway.

A burly black man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was running desperately ahead, panting heavily.

A black Cullinan followed slowly behind.

Old Hei ran for a while, then looked back.

I noticed that the Cullinan was still following behind at a leisurely pace, neither too close nor too far. When the other car went fast, the car went fast; when the other car went slow, the car went slow.

This feeling was even more terrifying than being directly hit; the other party wasn't in a hurry to kill him, but rather enjoying the process of him escaping.

Just as Lao Hei slowed down, Lin Feng raised his hand and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the empty desert.

The bullet struck Old Black's left ear precisely, chipping off a small piece of the dark earlobe.

Blood gushed out instantly, flowing down his neck and into his collar.

Old Hei screamed, clutching his bleeding left ear as he turned to look back.

He finally realized that the other person wasn't there to argue with him, but really wanted to kill him.

Fear instantly overwhelmed his mind, and he let out a strange scream.

He turned and ran into the depths of the desert, scrambling and crawling as he went.

Running wildly across the sand, using both hands and feet.

But the car continued to follow him at a leisurely pace.

After sprinting at top speed for about two hundred meters, Lao Hei's physical strength dropped sharply.

He was a drug addict who had been using marijuana for years, and his heart and lungs were already severely damaged.

Being able to sprint 200 meters on sand is already an extraordinary performance.

He was panting heavily, bent over, and his throat was making a bellows-like breathing sound.

Seeing that the guy had slowed down, Lin Feng calmly raised his hand and fired another shot.

"Bang!"

The shot hit Old Black squarely in the right ear, with such precision it was as if it had been measured with a ruler.

The two ears were pounded neatly and perfectly symmetrically.

Old Hei cried out in pain, letting out a pig-like scream.

But he dared not stop.

The Asian man with the gun was still watching him from behind the car window.

His gaze was like that of someone looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Fear gripped him, and Old Black dragged his heavy steps forward once more, but his strength was completely exhausted.

Every step felt like dragging two mountains.

My knees were trembling uncontrollably.

After running another hundred meters or so, Lao Hei was too exhausted to run anymore.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees like a lump of mud.

"Sir, I was wrong, I will never do it again, please forgive me."

"Murder is illegal, and the police will not let you get away with it."

Seeing this, Lin Feng fired another shot, hitting Lao Hei in the crotch.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch... just kill me..."

Old Hei lay on the sand, shouting with his last bit of strength.

He has resigned himself to his fate.

"Useless trash, is that all the stamina you have?"

Lin Feng remained expressionless, aiming his gaze at his left chest.

"Bang!"

The gunshot was crisp and clean, and the bullet accurately pierced Old Black's heart.

His body convulsed violently twice on the sand, and then remained completely still.

Watching Lin Feng's clean and efficient movements from beginning to end,

Guo Lin and Sun Ting both swallowed hard.

The sound of his throat bobbing could be clearly heard in the quiet carriage.

Although they had known for a long time that Lin Feng was no ordinary person, they had witnessed him hunting down someone in this way.

They followed their prey at a leisurely pace, torturing it with bullets, one after another, before coldly delivering the final, fatal blow.

It still made them break out in a cold sweat.

They don't take the law seriously at all.

A complete outlaw.