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

They even have reason to suspect that the FBI in Las Vegas has been infiltrated.

The local detectives who were supposed to cooperate with the investigation were all clueless and didn't even send anyone to investigate.

Therefore, headquarters decided to bypass the Las Vegas branch office altogether.

They directly dispatched secret agents to investigate.

This time it's even more incredible.

The day after the secret agents arrived,

We lost contact again.

When the investigation team finally located their location signal...

Only a black sedan parked on the side of the road was found.

The car door was open, and the key was still in the ignition.

The seat still retained body heat, but the person was gone.

Some people even lost their bodies.

This silenced the entire FBI.

An emergency meeting was held at headquarters, and the conference room was filled with senior officials.

The projector displayed a photo of the empty car and the missing detective's file.

No one spoke up, and no one volunteered.

The bureau chief looked around and asked in a deep voice:

"Who's willing to go to Las Vegas to take on this case?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

Some people were looking down at documents, some were pretending to answer the phone, and some were staring blankly at the table.

Even if we wanted to send someone, no one was willing to go down.

Such a bizarre event even prompted the FBI to seek out a priest to perform a ritual.

A senior official privately suggested that

Perhaps we should contact the Vatican.

Let's see if an exorcism ritual is needed.

The proposal was not formally rejected because no one knew how to reject it.

In the end, no one was willing to go, so the matter had to be put on hold.

Nobody wants to go and die.

Lin Feng, the one who started all of this, acted as if nothing had happened.

They each do their own thing.

The deaths of those FBI agents were indeed related to him; the Angel Sisters were dealing with those congressmen when...

He also took care of a few agents who were secretly investigating.

Lin Feng was unaware of this matter, and no one dared to bother him with it.

In his world, everything that happens in Las Vegas is nothing more than a trivial matter.

As Lin Feng was scrolling through short videos, Sun Ting and Guo Lin walked over with smiles.

Sun Ting was wearing a light blue dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders.

Her skirt swayed gently as she walked.

Guo Lin followed behind her, dressed even more daringly.

A fitted black cropped T-shirt accentuated her slender waistline.

Below is a pair of high-waisted jeans, which makes her legs look long and slender.

"Brother Feng," Guo Lin called out, her tone casual and affectionate.

Looking at the two women, Lin Feng asked, "What's the matter?"

Sun Ting: "Brother Feng, I need to go back to China. Are you coming?"

Lin Feng asked疑惑地问道, "Why go back to China?"

He picked up the water from the coffee table, took a sip, and then looked at Sun Ting.

Sun Ting: "One of my female classmates in the dorm is getting married."

They invited us to their wedding.

Her expression held a hint of expectation, but also a hint of embarrassment.

Guo Lin nodded and said, "Yes, we have a very good relationship."

She sat down next to Sun Ting, picked up Lin Feng's water glass and took a sip, showing no hesitation whatsoever.

Lin Feng said, "Go back if you want."

Sun Ting was a little embarrassed, her fingers twisted together, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then finally mustered her courage:

"Brother Feng, can you come with me?"

After all, they wanted to see my boyfriend too.

Her face flushed slightly as she said this, and her eyes held a cautious expectation.

Lin Feng: "Then if I pretend to be your boyfriend, what about Guo Lin?"

He glanced at Guo Lin, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Guo Lin tossed her hair with her left hand, a natural and alluring gesture.

She sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Lin Feng, leaning slightly forward.

A pair of bright, sparkling eyes:

"I have no objection. It would be best if the boss had women on both sides. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

I don't care anyway.

Let them be jealous.

Hahaha.

Meeting a male god like Brother Feng would make them jealous for a lifetime.

It's all because they kept mocking me for being an old maid and unable to find a man.

I have to go back and show off.

She spoke with conviction, making no attempt to conceal her true intentions.

Lin Feng: "Your classmates are all from the elite class."

Whether it's family background or personal education and ability,

Those are the very best of the best.

How could someone like that lack men?

Guo Lin sat on Lin Feng's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and laughed:

"Brother Feng, you don't understand this."

Women with higher education levels and higher incomes are less likely to find partners.

In my social circle, many of my female classmates earn hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan a year.

There are plenty of families who own houses and cars in Beijing and Shanghai.

But there are too many single women. They simply can't find a suitable man.

Nobody wanted to continue the search.

Her tone carried the sigh of someone who had been through it all.

Lin Feng said, "High standards are natural."

"It mainly comes down to looks."

If a woman isn't materially lacking, she'll still have high standards for a man's looks.

Guo Lin spoke eloquently, her fingers gently tracing circles on the back of Lin Feng's neck.

"If you can't find anyone, then just stay single," Lin Feng said nonchalantly.

"Oh, by the way, when are you going back to China?"

Three days later.

"Okay, since you don't mind, I don't mind hugging you from both sides. I'll do it with you then."

"Thank you, Brother Feng."

"Thank you, boss."

Both women hugged Lin Feng and kissed him, one on the left cheek and the other on the right.

Sun Ting's kiss was gentle and shy, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Guo Lin was much more passionate, her lips lingering on Lin Feng's face for several seconds before parting.

Then, Guo Lin whispered:

"Boss, could you write a piece of calligraphy for me?"

I took it back and gave it to my dad.

He's absolutely obsessed with your handwriting. Her tone was a mix of flattery and seriousness.

Lin Feng said indifferently:

"Sure, no problem. Since my father-in-law likes it so much, I'll write one for him."

"Boss, you're so kind." Guo Lin was overjoyed and hugged Lin Feng's neck, giving him another kiss.

"Then it's settled."

Lin Feng then said, "Oh, by the way, do you guys want to go swimming in the sea recently? I just won a yacht."

Guo Lin asked curiously, "You won a yacht? Whose?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Of course, it's the braised egg that wins."

"Who is Lu Dan?" Sun Ting asked, puzzled.

"Jordan, that black bastard Jordan," Lin Feng said matter-of-factly.

Sun Ting and Guo Lin exchanged a glance and suddenly realized what was going on.

The other party had previously invited Lin Feng to gamble on a yacht.

Lin Feng is a gambling god; winning a yacht is too easy for him.

"I know about Jordan's yacht; I heard it's worth hundreds of millions of dollars."

Lin Feng: "I haven't had time to play with this yacht since I got it."

Are you interested?

Guo Lin said happily, "Of course I'd love to! Who wouldn't want a yacht worth hundreds of millions?"

Lin Feng: "Okay, it's settled then. Let's go to Miami; the environment there is better."

"I'll do whatever the boss says."

Just then, the sound of an engine came from behind.

Sun Ting asked curiously, "Sister Salad is back?"

Lin Feng: "No, it's Eileen and her girlfriend Linda."