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

Sarah took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down, but her hands still trembled slightly as she gripped the steering wheel.

My palms were sweaty.

She steadied herself, drove the Cadillac a few miles further, then found an exit and turned off the interstate.

The car entered an area completely different from the desert highway.

This is one of Las Vegas's famous affluent neighborhoods, with tree-lined streets.

Tall palm trees and meticulously manicured lawns. Rows of detached villas, each with its own unique style, resemble an oasis in the desert.

Lin Feng noticed that there was only one main road leading into the community, with a prominent private community sign and a sturdy electric gate at the intersection.

Two community police cars were parked in a small pavilion next to the gate, and uniformed police officers vigilantly scanned each vehicle that entered.

"The environment here is quite nice, and the security is pretty tight," Lin Feng commented.

Upon hearing this, Sarah, who had calmed down, nodded and said, "Yes, the security in this community is very good."

All vehicles belonging to residents and long-term visitors have registered license plates and passes.

As soon as an outside vehicle approaches the entrance road, the monitoring system will automatically identify it and trigger an alarm, and the community police will immediately approach and check it.

Without a valid reason and appointment, you simply cannot get in.

"Living here, there's basically no need to worry about any security issues, and the privacy is excellent. Lin has been staying here with peace of mind for the past two days; those gangsters won't dare to come here."

Lin Feng smiled. "Do you think I'd be afraid of those gangsters?"

Sarah paused for a moment, then recalled the unbelievable scene on the highway just now, and quickly shook her head: "No, of course not."

The roads within the community are wide and quiet, with few vehicles.

In the distance, an artificial lake shimmers in the sunlight, and a neatly manicured golf course is occasionally graced by golf carts slowly passing by.

Sarah's gaze returned to Lin Feng, filled with inquiry and growing interest.

She slowly drove the car into the front yard of a modern-style villa.

After parking the car, Sarah turned around, leaned forward slightly, and stood close to Lin Feng, her blue eyes, which seemed to speak volumes, staring at him intently.

With her arms wrapped around Lin Feng's neck, her red lips parted slightly:

"So, Lin, can you tell me now?"

How did you manage to do that?

Those two bullets... I mean, how could a human finger possibly give a bullet that initial velocity and penetrating power?

This is amazing!

For her, her incredible strength could perhaps be explained by innate talent, but throwing bullets with her bare hands was comparable to using firearms.

This was completely beyond her understanding of human capabilities, touching upon a mysterious or even supernatural realm.

This instantly ignited her curiosity about Lin Feng to its peak.

Feeling Sarah's burning breath, Lin Feng said, "How can a person compare to a gun? Sarah, it seems you have a fever; you're already delirious. You need an injection."

Sarah's beautiful eyes sparkled. "So, Dr. Lin, can you give injections?"

.......

Night fell as dark as ink, silently enveloping Las Vegas.

The dazzling neon lights illuminated this desert city that never sleeps.

After 9 p.m., Lin Feng drove Sarah's Escalade away from the wealthy community without making a sound.

We drove south.

The scenery outside the car window changed rapidly.

The tidy streets and bright lights were left behind.

Instead, there are increasingly dim streetlights, dilapidated street scenes, garbage everywhere, and graffiti on the walls.

The air was thick with the stench of garbage, and the further south you went, the more homeless people you saw.

The southern neighborhood on the edge of the city is a microcosm of the marginalization of Las Vegas.

This area is rife with gangs, and drug trafficking and violent crime are commonplace, making it a dark place that often gives local police a headache.

There is virtually no government-provided transportation infrastructure.

It's a completely different world from the main urban area.

The Cadillac Escalade slowly drove into a dimly lit main street.

Along the streets, scantily clad, heavily made-up prostitutes listlessly smoke, their empty eyes scanning the occasional passing vehicles.

When they saw the expensive Cadillac Escalade, which clearly didn't belong in this neighborhood, their eyes lit up instantly, as if they could smell money.

They immediately straightened their backs, forced out charming smiles, waved and blew kisses at Lin Feng, and even made alluring gestures.

Although Nevada is the only state in the U.S. that allows legal "trading" in some remote counties.

However, it is explicitly prohibited in downtown Las Vegas.

Of course, the US also bans drugs, but that's just talk.

If drugs aren't banned, then pornography is even less of a concern.

However, Lin Feng had no interest in these streetwalkers.

More than 80 percent of them are tightly controlled by local gangs through drugs, debt, or violence, becoming tools for making money, with no guarantee of their health and health.

Even during their menstrual period, as long as they can still stand, the controllers behind them will not let them rest.

Lin Feng's gaze swept indifferently over the figures, his heart unmoved.

He wasn't familiar with the roads in this area, but he didn't need to.

I just found a relatively open space to observe the area; there were no surveillance cameras around.

Lin Feng slowly pulled the Cadillac Escalade to the side of the road, even deliberately turning on the hazard lights.

The massive, gleaming vehicle stood in stark contrast to the dilapidated surroundings, like a lighthouse in the darkness, immediately attracting countless eyes, both open and hidden.

Lin Feng got out of the car, didn't lock it, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the hood.

This is the heart of the gang's activity area, so it won't be long before such a blatant "fat sheep" appears.

Sure enough, less than two minutes later, a loud and noisy motorcycle roar came from afar, tearing apart the dull atmosphere of the street.

Three motorcycles roared in, forming a triangular formation around Lin Feng and Cadillac Escalade. There were four people in total, three in black and one in white, all around twenty years old.

His eyes were filled with greed and undisguised malice.

The leader was a young white man riding an old Harley-Davidson motorcycle, with his hair shaved very short, revealing his blue scalp, and his arms covered in messy tattoos.

The other three Black men were riding the "Light Bee" electric off-road motorcycle, which is currently very popular on the streets.

These domestically produced electric vehicles are quiet, accelerate quickly, and have strong off-road capabilities, making them quite popular among thrill-seeking young people. However, they are also quite expensive, costing over four thousand US dollars each.

When the four men realized that Lin Feng, who was leaning against the front of the car, was Chinese, they immediately showed a hint of disdain.

He glanced again at the Cadillac Escalade behind Lin Feng, worth over ten thousand US dollars, and the greed in his eyes was almost tangible.

The white guy on the Harley whistled, his tone flippant, "A lost yellow-skinned monkey? Or a fat, greasy yellow-skinned monkey?"

This drew a burst of laughter from the three old black men.

A fat, dark-skinned man wearing a gold chain got off the car, swaggered over, and stared at Lin Feng: "Hey! Kid, who the hell gave you permission to park your car here?"

We call the shots on this turf!

He pointed to the pie tattoo on his chest.

Another tall, thin Black youth said, "Why waste your breath on him? This car looks valuable."

These Chinese students are all very wealthy.

"Come with us, behave yourself, or else..." He made a throat-slitting gesture, his threat clear.

Lin Feng calmly swept his gaze over the four people, then quickly looked around at the surroundings.

Dim lighting, dilapidated buildings, no security cameras or other people around—perfect.

In an instant, Lin Feng moved.

His right hand, which had been tucked into his pocket, was pulled out with such speed that it left a blur.

When he opened his palm, a gleaming scalpel appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light under the dim streetlights.

Before the four thugs could even react, they felt a heat on their necks, blood gushing out all over them. They stammered a couple of times, and then their strength and life rapidly drained away.

They didn't even manage a proper scream; their eyes widened, their bodies swayed, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Lin Feng drew his sword to the moment the four men died, it took less than a second.