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

Seeing this absurd and almost comical scene before him, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh, a playful smile curving his lips.

This "White Jade Token" is indeed quite interesting.

Its ominous nature doesn't seem to be limited to the fantasy world; it still has a powerful effect in modern society.

The commotion from the overturned vehicle in front was quite significant, and the agents in the two vehicles behind immediately braked and jumped out to rush over.

Several people tried to pull open the deformed car door.

More people gathered around the overturned vehicle, trying to right the heavy SUV.

"Let's work together!"

"Again!"

"Damn it, this car is too heavy."

"The tire is stuck in the ditch and can't be pushed."

Several burly detectives blushed, but the vehicle only swayed slightly and could not be put back into place.

Their trouser legs were covered in mud and weeds, making for a somewhat disheveled scene.

"Forget about the car!"

One of the more lucid agents shouted, "The captain is badly injured, getting him to the hospital is the priority, get him out of here quickly!"

"Yes, yes, save people first."

The passenger side door was somewhat deformed from the impact, but it could still be opened with difficulty.

Two agents carefully dragged the captain, who was still groaning in pain and whose legs were covered in blood, out of the tilted carriage.

One person lifted his shoulder, and the other his feet, trying to gently place him on the ground beside them.

However, just as the detective who had raised his foot turned around to squat down and release the person, his foot happened to step on a stone, causing him to stumble.

"Ouch!"

He gasped, lost his balance, and involuntarily loosened his grip on the captain's ankle.

The detective who was raising his shoulder felt a sudden weight in his hand. Before he could react, the seriously injured captain fell heavily to the ground again.

"Ah!" The captain, already weakened by blood loss and pain, suffered a second blow and let out an even more shrill and short scream, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Lin Feng, who was watching from the side, was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He wanted to see how this unfortunate captain would ultimately die.

It now seems that the white jade token not only has an effect, but its effect is extremely powerful.

"Oh no, the tourniquet on the captain's leg has broken!" an agent exclaimed.

The makeshift tourniquet that had been hastily applied earlier had come loose due to the fall.

The femoral artery, torn open by the bullet, was exposed again, and blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly leaving a shocking pool of blood.

"The bleeding won't stop, get a new tourniquet quickly."

"I have a snap-on tourniquet in my car, it'll be more effective," another agent shouted.

"Go get it quickly!"

An agent hurriedly ran to the intact vehicle behind, opened the trunk, rummaged through the first-aid kit, and frantically found a brand-new snap-on tactical tourniquet.

At this moment, the captain's face was already deathly pale from excessive blood loss.

The tourniquet was immediately tied around his groin and fastened, but the continuous bleeding had already caused him to lose a lot of blood.

"Ah!" The captain screamed in agony, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his breathing rapid and weak.

However, the initial bleeding from an arterial rupture is extremely large, and simple pressure to stop the bleeding is often ineffective in the first few minutes.

Located in a remote pastoral area, the nearest hospital with proper surgical emergency capabilities is at least half an hour's drive away.

Given the rate of blood loss and the extent of the injuries, by the time he reached the hospital, he would already be a cold corpse.

In a sense, the captain was consciously feeling his life slipping away rapidly, but could only watch helplessly.

After another two minutes of frantic fuss, the tourniquet was finally managed to be applied properly, and the bleeding seemed to have slowed down somewhat, but the captain's vital signs had clearly deteriorated.

His lips were chapped and peeling, and he made a muffled sound in his throat: "Thirsty, give me water."

"Okay, okay, bring me water quickly."

An agent quickly took an unopened bottle of mineral water from his car, unscrewed the cap, squatted down, and carefully brought the bottle to the captain's lips to feed him water.

Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

These idiots are really stupid.

Arresting people is fine, but asking them to provide first aid is really asking too much of them.

They are indeed talents mass-produced under the "happy education" model.

Significant blood loss leads to a severe deficiency in effective circulating blood volume. At this time, drinking water not only fails to replenish blood volume but also dilutes the blood, increasing the burden on the heart.

It can cause more severe electrolyte imbalances or even water intoxication, accelerating shock and death.

Sure enough, the captain's condition did not improve; instead, his body convulsed, his head lolled to the side, and he completely fainted, his face turning even more pale.

"Oh no, the captain has fainted! What do we do?"

"Did you faint from the pain?"

"Very likely"

Several detectives surrounded their captain, looking at each other in bewilderment, their faces showing panic and helplessness.

Most of them have only a high school education and are put to work after a short period of training. They only know how to carry out orders, use force, interrogate, and detain.

He was completely clueless when it came to complex on-site first aid, especially dealing with such severe traumatic bleeding.

This situation left me completely bewildered.

"There's an AED (defibrillator) in the car, that's for emergency use," an agent suddenly remembered something and shouted as if grasping at a straw.

"Yes, an AED, bring it here quickly."

Lin Feng could hardly bear to watch them actually run to get an AED.

Do they want the captain to die sooner rather than later?

An AED is an emergency medical device used to treat patients who have suffered cardiac arrest (no pulse, no breathing) and attempts to restore a normal heart rhythm by delivering an electric shock.

The team leader is currently in traumatic hemorrhagic shock, with extremely low blood pressure and his heart still functioning but inefficiently.

At this point, using electric shock will only exacerbate myocardial damage and oxygen consumption, making the already fragile cardiovascular system even worse.

Oxygen deficiency can lead to heart failure and insufficient blood supply to the brain, which can directly cause death.

However, these agents clearly didn't understand these things.

They hurriedly tore open the captain's shirt, attached the electrode pads according to the AED's voice prompts, and then nervously waited for the machine to analyze the data.

The analyzer displays "Not recommended for use".

"Why haven't you pressed it yet?"

Upon hearing this, one of the agents pressed the flashing button and delivered an electric shock.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the captain's body convulsed violently as he received the electric shock.

However, his complexion did not improve; instead, his breathing became even weaker and more intermittent, and the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible.

Blood loss, coupled with improper electric shocks, further exacerbated his physical decline.

"What's wrong? There's no response?"

"Is the AED low on battery?"

"Should we try charging it again? Or get a new AED?"

What a talent! He's truly a genius.

It seems that the elites cultivated by the "happy education" approach are indeed remarkable.

Whether in Thailand, Malaysia, or Canada, most of these products of "happy education" are not even good at addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within 100 and rely on calculators.

Not to mention complex physiological and first aid knowledge.

These guys in front of me perfectly illustrate the saying "to help but make things worse."

An agent leaned close to the captain's nose to check his breathing and then felt his carotid artery.

He raised his head, his face pale, and said in a hoarse voice, "He's not breathing, and I can't feel his pulse. The captain is dead."

"Increase the battery power quickly, and if that doesn't work, get a defibrillator."

"it is good"

So after changing the electrode pads, I tried it a few more times.

A few minutes later, the scene fell into dead silence.

Only the whistling of the wind sweeping across the wilderness could be heard.

"What should we do?"

The young redneck agent who initially misfired was pale and his voice was filled with panic.

He undoubtedly bears primary responsibility for the captain's death; not only is his professional career over, but he may also face criminal charges.

If that happens, his life will be over, and he will have no hope left.

A seasoned detective with shrewd eyes and a calculating look stood nearby, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his gaze.

Lowering his voice, he said to his companions, "What's the panic? Isn't there a criminal right in front of us?"

"What do you mean?" the detective asked, bewildered.

The seasoned detective curled his lips into a cold smile: "It's very simple."

They shoved the gun that had accidentally discharged into his hand.

As long as his fingerprints are on the gun, the report can be written as: This illegal immigrant attempted to violently resist arrest during transport, seized police weapons, and accidentally discharged the gun during the struggle, killing the captain.

We killed him, so there's no way he can prove anything.

He paused, his voice lower but more enticing: "In this way, the captain will be considered to have died in the line of duty, and his family will receive a generous pension and honor."

"And we..." He winked and picked up the white jade token from the captain's hand.

"Let's find a way to 'dispose' of this jade 'evidence' that looks worth some money. Everyone can get a share, as a way to calm our nerves and as compensation. How about that?"

This suggestion immediately caught the attention of the other agents.

Fear was replaced by greed and the desire to shirk responsibility.

Yes, with no way to prove anything, framing this illegal immigrant solves all the problems and allows us to make some extra money.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"That's what we'll do."

"You're a fucking genius."

The group quickly exchanged glances and reached a consensus.