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

The streets remained dark and silent, as if nothing had happened, except for a faint, fresh smell of blood in the air.

Lin Feng stepped forward and brushed his palm over the four still-warm corpses in turn.

The black lotus devoured everything silently, and after a short while, it provided feedback.

The four of them were a small motorcycle gang.

They were skilled drivers, and their main business, besides street robbery and collecting protection money, was using the agility and maneuverability of motorcycles to transport enhancement agents for the gang's upper echelons.

Therefore, they had a very clear understanding of the Blood Gang's main strongholds, warehouses, and the activity patterns of some of its leaders in the southern community of Las Vegas.

"Very good, a glorious death."

This is exactly the information he needs tonight.

After disposing of the body, Lin Feng turned his gaze to the motorcycles.

All four vehicles were stored inside the space.

Having done all this, Lin Feng didn't linger.

He quickly drove his Escalade away from the area, back to the public parking lot of a large hotel in the city center, and parked it in a corner.

This is the city center, with comprehensive surveillance, so it's relatively safe.

Although the US doesn't have as many surveillance cameras as China, there are still some on the main streets. The Cadillac Escalade is a salad bar.

This car still cannot be allowed in the South Community; it's under surveillance here.

The main reason is to avoid suspicion.

Then, he walked to a deserted corner of the parking lot, took out a black "Light Bee" electric off-road motorcycle and a matching full-face helmet from the space, and put them on.

I hopped on the motorcycle and turned on the throttle.

The next moment, it darted out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic of the Las Vegas night.

Having inherited the driving skills of several thugs, Lin Feng rode a bicycle at an extremely fast speed. Coupled with his superhuman reflexes and control, he was far superior to those thugs.

Lin Feng, relying on the city paths he learned from his childhood as a hoodlum, deliberately chose to travel through alleys, side roads, and even sidewalks.

The Bee's excellent off-road performance allows it to ignore simple steps and curbs, moving smoothly and quickly, making it much more convenient than a car in urban environments.

He even deliberately chose to drive on steps to experience the thrill of driving skills.

Lin Feng was very satisfied with the Light Bee's shock absorption and maneuverability.

"This electric off-road motorcycle is quite interesting. It's quiet, accelerates quickly, is agile, and has strong off-road capabilities. It's definitely a game-changer. No wonder it's so popular."

With the clear route obtained from the memories of four biker gang members, Lin Feng found the Blood Gang's hideout in the southern part of Las Vegas without much trouble.

A base converted from an old factory warehouse.

The location here is relatively remote, surrounded by abandoned factories and open spaces. The walls and heavy iron gates isolate the interior from the outside world, creating a chaotic little world of its own.

Lin Feng silently stored the Light Bee electric motorcycle into his space, like a ghost blending into the night.

He stepped back a few paces and glanced at a relatively low auxiliary building on the side of the warehouse.

He then exerted force with his feet, his body as light as a swallow, and silently climbed onto the tin roof of the main warehouse building.

The movements were clean and swift, without making a sound.

He crouched down and found a rusted vent in the roof, looking down into it.

The interior of the warehouse has been renovated and is brightly lit, creating a stark contrast with the darkness outside.

There were about a dozen thugs dressed in street clothes scattered around: some were playing cards loudly around a few broken tables, with banknotes and empty bottles scattered all over the ground.

Meanwhile, some people were noisily hitting the balls at an old pool table in the corner.

Several others leaned against the wall, puffing on cigarettes, their eyes vacant and unfocused.

In the center of this motley crew, near the door of an office converted from a shipping container, Lin Feng spotted a familiar figure—Kevin, with whom he had a grudge in prison.

Although he has been discharged from the hospital, he is still wearing bandages.

Opposite him was an exceptionally burly, bald, middle-aged man with a neck and arms covered in ferocious tattoos.

This man is Carlos, the leader of the Blood Gang, nicknamed "The Butcher".

"Boss, this loss is too great."

The three brothers died on the spot, and Jack, who was driving, is now severely injured and it's unknown whether he will recover. Will the boss still save Jack?

Carlos's eyes flashed with anger: "Fuck you, you idiot, you stupid pig! Save your mother Jack."

Jack has no health insurance. Those people at the hospital are real bloodsuckers; the Blood Gang would go bankrupt just to pay to wake Jack up.

"Got it, boss. It's all that damn Japanese car's fault; it's practically made of paper."

Kevin's voice was distorted with excitement and pain.

Carlos listened with his arms crossed and a blank expression, but his eyes grew increasingly gloomy.

Kevin took a breath and continued through gritted teeth, "The key is that yellow-skinned monkey; he must die."

Boss, I've heard that the judge ordered him to leave the country within two days. He'll probably be flying back to China tomorrow or the day after.

Once he returns to China, even if we have extraordinary abilities, we won't be able to do anything to him.

If we don't swallow this anger, how will we ever face the people on the streets again?

My brothers will be disheartened too.

Kevin was tortured terribly by Lin Feng in prison, and he both hated and feared Lin Feng.

If Lin Feng doesn't die, he'll have nightmares every night.

Carlos finally nodded slowly, his voice carrying a hint of ruthlessness: "You're right."

We can't let this yellow-skinned monkey get away like that.

He stroked his smooth chin, a fierce glint in his eyes, "Send more men this time, and bring your weapons."

Remember, not in the main urban area, as it will make you too conspicuous.

On his way to the airport, he found a quiet spot and took care of it cleanly and efficiently.

The car was cleaned up, and the people were buried in the desert.

"clear."

Kevin's spirits lifted when he saw that his boss agreed. Despite his pain, he straightened his back and said, "Don't worry, boss. I'll personally lead the team and make sure that kid doesn't see the sun the day after tomorrow."

Let's see if his fist is harder, or my bullet.

Carlos added, his tone laced with warning: "Also, don't touch the prison doctor who's with him."

She has some connections; making a move against her would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Our target is just that Chinese kid.

"Don't worry, boss, I understand." Kevin nodded repeatedly.

On the rooftop, Lin Feng raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Revenge is a swift affair, and Lin Feng wouldn't let the two of them live.

"Everything is ready."

He took out a pair of gloves from his storage space and put them on to prevent leaving fingerprints.

Then, they quietly approached a half-open side door.

Lin Feng slipped inside like a ghost, the door hinges creaking slightly, but the sound was instantly drowned out by the noise inside.

Soon, Lin Feng arrived at the office's metal door, which wasn't fully closed.

Inside, Carlos had his back to the door, while Kevin was facing the doorway, picking up a bottle of beer from the table.

When Kevin's gaze inadvertently swept across the doorway, his expression froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He felt as if he had seen the devil.

"You...you..." Kevin uttered a short, horrified sound. He tried to shout a warning and reach for his gun.

However, he didn't even finish saying the word "you".

Lin Feng made a move.

Fast, faster than the limits of the human body.

Kevin only saw a blurry shadow flash by, followed by an indescribable pain and a clear cracking sound in his neck.

My last moments of consciousness were filled with utter astonishment and disbelief.

How did he get here? He really is a devil.

Kevin's life force vanished instantly, and he was devoured by the black lotus.

Carlos, who had his back to the door, didn't even get a clear look at Lin Feng's shadow before his vision went black and he met God... no, he should say he met Black Lotus.

Carlos, who had terrorized the South Community for years, never understood what killed him until his death.

The black lotus devoured everything silently, and the resulting memories were quickly processed.

From Carlos's memories, we learned the combination to the safe he had hidden in his office.

He got up and, following his memory, moved a cheap decorative painting on the wall, revealing a hidden metal compartment behind it.

Enter the password, and with a soft click, the safe door pops open.

Several large bags of white powder and pills sealed in transparent plastic bags.

It was clearly high-purity fentanyl and heroin, with a total weight estimated at over ten kilograms and a black market value exceeding one million US dollars.

There is still $20 left.

Two heavy gold bars.

A Desert Eagle, an Ice Blue Rolex, and a USB flash drive.

According to Carlos's recollection, it contains Bitcoin private keys and addresses.

It contains approximately 30 bitcoins, which, based on current market value, are worth over $300 million.

This is all of Carlos's wealth.

Lin Feng swept all the items into his spatial storage.

This Carlos was a retired Marine and a sniper with excellent marksmanship.

Although they didn't control a large territory, they controlled drugs, prostitutes, and extorted parking fees. They also controlled some construction sites and levied a head tax on workers.

I've tried many profitable businesses, but I've never run a casino.