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

She emphasized the phrase "the consequences would be unimaginable".

She didn't want Linda to offend Lin Feng because of this.

"Understood." Linda nodded without any hesitation.

She is not the kind of person who would take unnecessary risks for a moment of pleasure.

Since she had chosen to stand by Lin Feng's side, she would abide by his rules.

"Alright, my stomach is growling, let's go eat."

"OK."

After dinner, Eileen and Linda boarded Lin Feng's private jet and headed to New York.

When it comes to healthcare, New York is far superior to Las Vegas.

Columbia University College of Medicine affiliated hospitals, New York-Presbyterian Hospital, Mount Sinai Hospital,

Each of them is among the top in the United States, and their neurology departments are global authorities.

Eileen made several phone calls on the plane to arrange all the appointments for the next day.

She knew Linda needed this confirmation.

More instruments, more doctors, and more data are needed to prove that it's not all an illusion.

As the plane landed at Tetporo Airport, night had just fallen in New York.

The Manhattan skyline is brightly lit in the distance.

In the Las Vegas villa, sunlight streamed in through the high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows.

A warm, golden hue spreads across the Italian-imported marble floor.

An upscale residential area located on the shores of Las Vegas Lake.

Matthew stood respectfully beside Lin Feng, his posture very humble.

With his hands hanging down in front of him, he looked like a soldier waiting for instructions.

"Boss, all the marijuana dispensaries on the street have closed."

Matthew's voice was calm and respectful, tinged with a fear of saying the wrong thing.

Of the thirty-seven stores in the city, fourteen have permanently closed.

The rest either got smashed or left on their own.

There will be no public sale of marijuana in Las Vegas for the next three days.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, holding a game controller in his hand.

With his eyes fixed on the racing scene on the screen, he casually hummed in agreement.

Matthew paused, then asked, "Boss, should we ban fentanyl?"

Lin Feng's finger paused on the handle for a moment.

The race car crashed into the guardrail on the screen, making a screeching sound.

He turned and glanced at Matthew.

"unnecessary.

"Apart from marijuana, you can have anything else, understand?"

"clear."

Matthew immediately replied respectfully.

I was actually very happy.

Marijuana is only a soft drug with limited profit margins.

Fentanyl is dozens of times more profitable than cannabis, making it a true cash cow for gangsters.

The boss doesn't care about anything else besides marijuana, and he's still very happy.

"Alright, that's all for you. Come to me if you have any problems you can't solve."

"Yes."

Matthew slowly walked back, turning around only when he reached the doorway, his footsteps so light they were almost silent.

He walked out of the villa gate, stood on the porch, and took a deep breath.

The air in Las Vegas is dry and warm, with the earthy smell unique to the desert.

He looked up at the azure sky, the sunlight making him squint slightly.

He obeyed Lin Feng's orders unconditionally.

Matthew knew better than anyone that he was in this position today because

It wasn't due to ability or luck, but rather Lin Feng's trust.

This trust is his only value.

Matthew understood that if he failed to perform his duties properly, Lin Feng might replace him.

With Lin Feng's abilities, he could find a new agent in no time.

There are too many people in this world willing to do things for Lin Feng, and too many people lining up to offer their pledge of loyalty.

There was just no chance.

So he had no choice but to do things to the best of his ability, to make them impeccable.

He took out his phone, dialed a number, and spoke in a deep, crisp voice:

"Fentanyl remains unchanged."

Anyone in the city who dares to touch marijuana again will be dealt with immediately.

The person on the other end of the phone repeatedly agreed.

Matthew hung up the phone and walked toward the black bulletproof SUV parked on the side of the road.

The next day, Linda underwent repeated examinations at several hospitals.

The weight that had been hanging over me was finally lifted.

She is completely cured.

From Presbyterian Hospital to Mount Sinai

From Columbia University School of Medicine to NYU Langone Medical Center

Four of the top neurology hospitals in the United States,

Five sets of state-of-the-art imaging equipment and functional testing,

All the reports pointed to the same conclusion—there were no abnormalities.

Her melanin areas are completely normal.

The density of dopaminergic neurons is at a healthy level, and the nerve conduction speed is perfect.

The last doctor to interpret the report for her

He was an elderly professor who had studied Parkinson's disease for thirty years. He took off his glasses.

He said it in an almost incredulous tone:

"Judge Johnny, in my thirty years of medical practice, I have never seen a case like this."

Your nervous system is in excellent condition, even better than most people your age.

I don't know what you've been through before.

But from a medical perspective, you are perfectly healthy right now.

As Linda walked out of the hospital, the Manhattan sun shone on her.

It warmed her heart so much she wanted to cry.

She stood on the steps and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the aroma of hot dog stands and the smell of car exhaust.

Yet it felt incredibly real to her.

This surprised and delighted her.

I felt more relaxed than ever before.

She looked down at her left hand.

She opened and closed her hands in the sunlight, the movements so fluid they made her want to laugh.

Linda's first thought was that she hoped Lin Feng would save her father.

But she stood at the busy street corner,

She suddenly realized something—she and Lin Feng only had a one-night stand and didn't have much of a relationship.

Given this relationship, what right does she have to ask him to save her father?

So Linda called Eileen over.

They met at a quiet café in Lower Manhattan.

Linda stirred her latte, hesitated for a long time before speaking:

"Eileen, how can I ask Lin Feng to treat my father?"

Eileen put down her cup.

"It's not advisable to speak up for now; let's wait until the time is right."

You take a long vacation, and we'll go to Las Vegas.

You should cultivate a good relationship with Lin.

When the emotional connection is there, everything is easy to discuss.

Linda was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "I'll do whatever you say."

At the same time, FBI headquarters also received news of the death of one of its agents.

Several veteran detectives died silently while investigating Matthew.

When the news reached Washington, the FBI headquarters was instantly furious.

A small gang dared to target the FBI.

This is utterly lawless.

So they quickly sent people to investigate.

A team of forensic experts, criminal investigators, and case analysts flew to Las Vegas overnight.

A detailed autopsy was performed on the body.

But after the autopsy results came out, everyone fell silent.

All of these people died from heart palpitations.

Cardiac arrest, with no external injuries, no signs of poisoning, and no signs of suffocation.

Their internal organs were intact, and no abnormal substances were found in their blood.

Even more shockingly, no external injuries were found on the body.

There were no knife wounds, no gunshot wounds, no bruises, and not even any signs of struggle under his fingernails.

I can't understand it at all.

This is the original text from the forensic report.

Even more terrifying is that these agents appeared to have experienced extreme fear before they died.

The pupils dilated to their limit, as if they were seeing something beyond human comprehension.

Forensic experts have only seen this expression in one situation: those who died of fright on the battlefield.

But what could possibly scare a well-trained FBI agent to death in the desert off Las Vegas?