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

Helen had also heard of Anna's curse.

Without the slightest doubt.

Lin Feng could easily grant her godlike strength.

It's absolutely not a lie.

They also believed that only Lin Feng could suppress it.

"Okay, let's hurry, it wouldn't be good if the curse broke out," Helen said seriously.

"Okay, let's not delay, let's go now." Anna was also eager to see Lin Feng as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, in Washington, Anna and Helen had already boarded a flight to New York.

Anna leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and blushed slightly as she thought about Lin Feng helping her break the curse.

Anna, who usually has a cold and aloof persona, has this expression right now.

Helen looked at her with concern: "It's flared up again?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing," Anna said shyly. The plane broke through the clouds, and sunlight streamed in through the porthole, illuminating Anna's face.

The thought of seeing Lin Feng filled her with anticipation.

This man possesses a reassuring power, as if no matter how great the storm, it will become calm and peaceful when it reaches him.

That evening, the three angel sisters and Anna arrived at the villa.

Before Anna could say anything more, Helen said earnestly, "Boss, Anna's curse is about to break, so she came back specifically to beg you to lift the curse."

Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle: "That's easy. First, break the spell, and the three of you can protect me from the side."

"It's the boss," the three sisters said solemnly.

They thought it was a real break from the curse.

That night, Las Vegas remained as vibrant as ever.

The neon lights flickered with a false glow.

The three angel sisters appeared like ghosts in three different locations. Their methods were clean and efficient, leaving no trace.

Some of the lawmakers who opposed the proposal were awakened from their sleep, some were blocked in their offices, and others were having fun in their mistresses' apartments.

Six city councilors died overnight.

Moreover, he died silently and without a trace.

Strangely, all the people who died were those who opposed the ban on marijuana licenses.

The next morning, at an emergency meeting of the city council,

The originally neutral lawmakers all turned pale.

Some didn't even attend.

Milton's proposal passed by an overwhelming majority.

The voices that had once threatened him by phone all disappeared overnight.

The entire upper level of Las Vegas was gasping for air.

This is incredible!

The mere opposition to banning marijuana licenses has resulted in a bloody outbreak of violence. George Del, FBI Las Vegas bureau chief.

He immediately called Lin Feng.

"Mr. Lin, the FBI headquarters has specifically sent investigators to us to thoroughly investigate the murder of the congressman."

Lin Feng: "Send me the address, and I'll have someone handle it."

"Okay, Mr. Lin."

Meanwhile, in a penthouse apartment in Manhattan, New York,

Linda Johnny is standing in front of the mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror, still beautiful but slightly haggard.

Her left hand started trembling again, this time more severely than before.

She took a deep breath and gripped her left hand tightly with her right, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

But she knew that this time, she needed more than just willpower.

She really needed Lin Feng's treatment. Deep down, however, she still had some doubts, after all, she had never heard of anyone being able to cure Parkinson's disease.

But Eileen spoke with such conviction that she chose to believe her this once.

If it could be treated, who would want to take medicine every day?

With that in mind, Linda immediately applied for leave and booked a flight to Las Vegas.

Gunshots were still heard intermittently on the streets of Las Vegas at midday.

That kind of sound shouldn't be unfamiliar in this city.

But the gunfire these past two days has been exceptionally frequent and piercing.

Las Vegas is, after all, a world-renowned tourist city, and it's also currently hosting a technology expo.

The area was once very secure, but now it appears quite chaotic.

It scared bloggers from all over the world who were attending the technology expo so much that they hid in their hotels and dared not come out.

There was widespread condemnation online.

This put immense pressure on the police department and Mayor Milton. But in just two days, the streets of Las Vegas...

There are almost no stores selling marijuana anymore.

Either get smashed or the door will be closed.

Those once brightly lit, flashing marijuana retail stores,

All that remained were shattered glass and a door frame burned by fire.

Some shops had yellow warning tape in front of them.

Those in the know all know what happened.

The order personally given by the "Real Masciutto" of the Las Vegas underworld is to eliminate the sale of marijuana in the entire city of Las Vegas!

The news spread like wildfire through the underworld.

From casinos to nightclubs, from street corners to upscale clubs,

Everyone is talking about this.

Many people's first reaction was disbelief. A gangster actually forbidding others from selling marijuana?

What is this? A thief crying "stop thief!"?

Is this just a new trick of double-crossing?

But upon further reflection, the reason became clear.

If cannabis sales are good, then fentanyl sales will be bad.

Fentanyl is a drug.

It's usually gangsters who sell them.

In other words, Matthew ordered the vandalism of marijuana stores.

The purpose was to sell his own fentanyl.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.

The logic of the underworld has always been so simple and brutal—either you die, or I live.

There is no middle ground, no coexistence or mutual benefit. Of course, no one would have imagined that Matthew's act of vandalism stemmed from...

It's because Lin Feng doesn't like the smell of marijuana.

This reason is so absurd that no one would believe it if it were said out loud.

A mob boss, because someone disliked the smell of marijuana,

Did he then order a bloodbath in the entire Las Vegas cannabis market?

It sounds like some kind of dark humor, but it's actually true.

However, what surprised many people even more was that...

The Las Vegas police completely ignored it.

Even when they respond to a call, they are extremely slow.

They only appeared after everyone had run away.

Those uniformed police officers, even for something as simple as checking for speeding, would pull out their guns.

At this moment, it was as if everyone had gone blind. Someone called the police saying there had been a shooting on a certain street.

The emergency call center always politely replies that "police resources are being deployed."

Then wait half an hour, until everything settles down.

Only then did they leisurely send a patrol car to take a look around.

"Boss, all 37 cannabis shops in the city have been dealt with."

Fourteen businesses were forced to close down, while the rest were either vandalized or burned down.

Most of the bosses have run away; a few who weren't careful have already been dealt with.

Matthew's tone was flat, as if he were reporting a financial statement.

Lin Feng nodded without saying anything more.

He simply disliked marijuana, and as for fentanyl, he couldn't be bothered to ask.

Around 3 p.m.

Eileen drove her Cullinan to the parking lot and looked at the airport with anticipation.

She made a special effort to change her clothes today, wearing a white silk blouse paired with dark trousers.

She looks both elegant and capable.

Soon, a tall, graceful woman walked over.

She wore a beige trench coat and sunglasses, and walked with an elegant and composed gait.

Even at the bustling airport exit, her presence was like a sight to behold.

Upon seeing the woman, Eileen greeted her with a smile and gave her a big hug.

"Linda, you've finally arrived."