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

Scattered houses and gas stations began to appear in the distance.

He turned off the siren and flashing lights, and slowed down.

A few hundred meters from the town entrance, near a grove of trees, Lin Feng turned off the main road and drove the car to a secluded spot.

He completely stored the conspicuous police car inside his space.

Then, he released the unassuming black electric motorcycle, put on his helmet, and rode into the town along the side road like an ordinary riding enthusiast.

Instead of going directly to the main street, he went straight to a four-star hotel based on his memory and general direction.

Lin Feng didn't rush in to inquire, as that would be too conspicuous.

He went around to the underground parking lot and went up the fire escape via the staircase.

He didn't know exactly which room Smith lived in, but that didn't matter.

Arriving on the third floor, near the stairwell, in a relatively secluded corner.

There are some bed sheets and trash cans piled up here waiting to be cleaned.

Lin Feng took out a can of gasoline from his spatial storage.

He unscrewed the gasoline can and poured the pungent gasoline onto the carpet in the corridor and onto the pile of flammable linens.

Then, the lighter was lit.

With a "boom," flames suddenly shot up, quickly igniting the carpet and nearby flammable materials. Although the fire was not large, thick smoke billowed out.

Instantly, the piercing fire alarm blared throughout the entire hotel building.

After doing all this, Lin Feng lowered the brim of his hat. He didn't leave, but instead slipped behind the heavy fire door on the side of the main hall that led to the emergency staircase.

There is a narrow gap here, offering a partial view of the hall and the main entrance, yet it is discreet enough.

In an instant, the entire hotel erupted into chaos, like a hornet's nest that had been poked.

"Fire!"

"The alarm is sounding, God, it's real!"

My things are still in the room.

"Forget about the stuff, hurry downstairs."

Panicked crowds poured out from every corner of the building, both upstairs and downstairs.

A diverse array of travelers and guests, some wearing bath towels, some carrying suitcases, and some barefoot.

Lin Feng hid behind the door, quietly observing.

About two or three minutes later, in the second wave of evacuation, he spotted his target, Joseph Smith.

He hurriedly led his four younger sisters downstairs.

Upon seeing the target appear, Lin Feng held a pebble in his hand.

Find the right opportunity and throw it out forcefully.

It struck Smith's left armpit acupoint, Jiquan.

It disturbed the flow of qi and blood near his heart.

Lin Feng didn't even turn his head to look at Smith again before returning to the basement and disappearing on his electric motorcycle.

Smith, who had run to the open space outside the hotel amidst the panicked crowd, felt as if he had been lightly bumped, and felt a slight tingling under his armpit, like being hit by static electricity, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

He was unaware that a tiny but irreversible crack had already been planted in the wall of his aorta.

A dozen minutes later, as his heart rate increased and his blood pressure changed, the tear would quietly widen, eventually leading to aortic dissection rupture.

This is a terminal illness that is almost certainly fatal, and its symptoms are very similar to those of a sudden heart attack.

An unexpected fire caused a passenger with a hidden heart condition to suddenly fall ill and die—how perfectly reasonable that sounds!

The fire was quickly brought under control.

Just then, Smith felt excruciating back pain and a tightness in his chest.

Suddenly everything went black and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

After leaving the vicinity of the hotel, Lin Feng found an open space and drove his police car toward the US-Mexico border.

Start the engine and press the siren switch on the roof.

In an instant, the piercing sound of sirens blared.

This is much better than the car's built-in music system.

He smirked and floored the accelerator, activating the high-speed mode.

The feeling of acting recklessly under the guise of official authority is quite exhilarating.

After speeding along for more than an hour, a rapid call with static suddenly came from the vehicle's walkie-talkie: "Number 6, Number 6, this is the command center."

Upon receipt, please immediately report your location and mission status. (Repeated: Report location immediately.)

Lin Feng reached out and turned off the walkie-talkie, and the world instantly became quiet.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up several cell phones that had been taken from the agents with the other, unlocking the screens.

Next, he imitated the usual speaking habits and tone of each phone owner and began to quickly send text messages to their spouses or family members.

The content is largely the same, but the details are different:

"Honey, we've caught a big fish! He said he buried millions of dollars worth of gold on the Mexican border. Let's go and retrieve it. If we make it big this time, we'll take you to Hawaii. Turn off your phone and don't worry."

"Hey, sweetheart, it's an urgent mission, I can't say too much."

The target revealed a hiding place for the money; we must immediately launch a cross-border operation.

I'll buy you the necklace you've always wanted when I get back. I love you.

These messages were full of loopholes and couldn't withstand close scrutiny, but that was exactly the effect Lin Feng wanted.

Interfering with their investigation will only lead to failure if they go in the wrong direction.

Once they leave the United States and enter chaotic Mexico, there will be no way to prove their innocence, leaving their superiors and families in a state of confusion for quite some time.

After sending the message, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and continued to enjoy the thrill of speeding with sirens blaring and ignoring traffic rules.

This near-rule-breaking audacity is indeed enough to send your adrenaline soaring.

After driving for about two more hours, several state police patrol cars with flashing lights suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror, chasing after us at high speed.

"They arrived quite quickly."

Soon, he saw a fork in the road, where the main road turned right.

In the instant the vehicle entered the blind spot as it turned into the curve, Lin Feng and the vehicle both entered the space.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Lin Feng came out and, with a few leaps, he had already emerged from the other side.

The next moment, the Harley appeared beside them.

Twist the accelerator and continue heading towards the US-Mexico border.

After speeding for more than an hour, a familiar desolate scene appeared before us, along with the long border wall; we had arrived at the US-Mexico border.

He chose a secluded corner, easily crossed the border, and once again set foot on Mexican soil.

Upon entering Mexico, Lin Feng did not linger but went directly to an area near Tijuana known for its rampant gang activity and chaotic security.

The streets were narrow, dirty, and covered in graffiti.

Lin Feng stopped deep in a secluded alley filled with garbage, took out the police car with two conspicuous bullets on the windshield from his spatial storage, and the car keys were still on it.

He put on gloves, and then, except for Jason's handgun and cell phone, carefully wiped the fingerprints off the other agents' guns, identification cards, cell phones, and other items, and then threw them in the passenger seat.

After doing all this, Lin Feng retreated to the shadow of an abandoned building not far away and quietly observed.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, the roar of a motorcycle came from afar.

Four Mexican youths, dressed in flashy shirts and covered in tattoos, rode over on two modified motorcycles.

They spotted the somewhat out-of-place black police car in the alley at a glance, and their eyes lit up when they saw the American license plate.

"Hey, an American car?"

"Wow! The car keys are still here!"

"Quick, see what's inside!"

"Damn it, there's a gun, and several cell phones."

"We've struck it rich! Quick, take this iron thing to Old Juan and dismantle it to sell the parts."

These guns and cell phones can be exchanged for a lot of money!

"Let's go, let's go, I'll drive!"

The four people were in high spirits and were preparing to leave.

Lin Feng watched coldly, raised Jason's pistol, and aimed it at a gangster.

"Bang!"

He died on the spot.

His companion was terrified, twisted the accelerator, and fled in panic, disappearing in an instant.

After doing all this, he vanished completely in a flash.

Even if the FBI in the United States reacts and wants to investigate the disappearance of these agents.

Just figuring out why they crossed the border illegally, why their vehicles and weapons were in Mexican gang territory, and why their accomplice was shot would keep them busy for months.

Moreover, they couldn't find a direction to investigate the case.

Lin Feng was not in a hurry to return to America immediately.

As night fell, they found a large chain supermarket in downtown Tijuana that was controlled by a local gang.

He skillfully navigated to the back of the supermarket, located the electrical distribution box, and disrupted the surveillance system's circuitry.

Zero-dollar purchase period.

Most of the items in the supermarket have been taken away, and the space is now much fuller.

Eighty percent of the products are made in China.

Lin Feng left satisfied, without looking for a hotel to stay in.

Finding an abandoned factory on the edge of the city, with a thought, one instantly enters the space.

The next moment, they reappeared in Yongguan County.

The night here was as bright as day, and the air made Lin Feng feel comfortable all over.