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

The comments section was quite lively, with some ordinary citizens gloating, as well as some comments that were cryptic but harsh in tone.

Some even offered a reward: "A $5 reward for anyone who provides a valid clue."

After all, Lin Feng's previous zero-yuan purchase event was all part of the mafia's business.

Seeing all the shouts and bounties, Lin Feng just chuckled and didn't care at all.

In his eyes, this was no different from a child crying and calling for their parents after losing a toy.

When the three women had barely filled their stomachs and timidly reappeared, Lin Feng had already gotten up and stretched.

"Come on, let me take you out for a walk."

As he spoke, he walked toward the garage next to the villa.

Daniel's garage has three cars in total, including a bright red Ferrari SF90 sports car.

A black BYD Shark pickup truck, powered by a plug-in hybrid system, is similar in style to those used by Mexican special police.

The price is approximately $6.

There was also a Chevrolet Suburban full-size SUV, just like an American police car.

There were two more identical police cars lying in Lin Feng's space, but these police cars couldn't be driven.

Lin Feng casually picked up the Ferrari car keys; he had never actually driven this sports car before.

He glanced at the three women behind him, each with a different expression, and asked, "Want to go for a drive on the beach?"

Heidi, Maria, and Ivana exchanged glances, each seeing interest in the other's eyes.

I might not be particularly interested in the seaside, but I really want to experience that Ferrari.

Their purpose in smuggling themselves into the United States was to make money, hoping that one day they could also touch this speed machine that symbolizes wealth and freedom.

At this moment, a woman's vanity and desire for material things subtly triumphed over some of her fear.

Seeing the longing and trepidation on the three women's faces, Lin Feng understood that they all wanted to go.

"This Ferrari only allows one passenger in the front seat."

He then pointed to the other two cars in the garage, "Aren't there two more cars here?"

Which of you two can drive?

Drive another one out. Oh, and remember to bring a beach umbrella and a mat.

Heidi reacted the fastest, immediately raising her hand and looking intently at the modified black BYD pickup truck: "Teacher Lin, I can drive."

Can I drive this 'Shark'?

She seemed quite interested in the powerful-looking pickup truck.

"Okay, this is it. Let's go."

Lin Feng stopped talking and sat down.

Ivana, the second daughter of the bear, was wearing a rather daring bikini.

Filled with a mix of excitement and vanity, he opened the passenger door and climbed in.

Heidi and Maria, both Latina, walked together toward the black pickup truck.

"I'll lead the way, you guys stay close and don't get lost," Lin Feng instructed through the car window.

Lin Feng was very familiar with Tijuana.

"Okay, Teacher Lin."

Heidi responded and got into the driver's seat of the pickup truck, starting the car with a slightly awkward but steady start.

The red Ferrari sped out of the villa's driveway first.

The black modified pickup truck, like a silent giant shark, followed closely behind.

Although Tijuana is often listed as one of the "world's ten most dangerous cities", during the day, at least on the main roads, the streets look no different from those of an ordinary city.

Under the blazing sun and amidst the bustling traffic, special police officers, dressed in full black combat uniforms, carrying automatic rifles and with wary eyes, can often be seen at intersections or near important buildings.

Passersby watched as an Asian youth drove a luxury sports car, with a hot, blonde, fair-skinned woman sitting next to him.

A heavily modified pickup truck followed behind, drawing envious and curious glances from all around.

In Mexico, where the gap between rich and poor is vast, those who can afford to drive such luxury cars around town are definitely not ordinary people.

Moreover, influenced by South Korean entertainment culture in recent years, the younger generation in Mexico has a high acceptance of Asians with outstanding appearances, and even a certain degree of admiration for them.

Of course, there are some things to say about Mexico.

Even the president has been sexually harassed in public, which shows the extent of the chaos.

The two cars drove towards the seaside.

After parking the car, Lin Feng led the three women toward the beach.

The three women, dressed in revealing bikinis and possessing excellent figures and looks, instantly became the absolute focus of attention.

Looking around, the scenery is quite unique.

A tall, cold border fence cuts the beach in two.

On the other side of the wall, inside the United States, the beach was deserted and desolate, with hardly a soul in sight, not even a border police officer.

On this side of the wall, the Mexican side, the beach was crowded with people.

Many people lingered by the border wall, wishing they could fly there immediately to work.

Near the road by the sea are rows of low, old houses, which contrast sharply with the sea view.

Lin Feng clicked his tongue twice: "This house is a bit of an eyesore. If it were developed into a seaside villa community, it would look much better."

He was wearing sunglasses and walking barefoot on the fine sand, with Ivana almost touching him.

Heidi and Maria followed behind, carrying beach umbrellas, mats, and bags.

They found a relatively quiet corner away from the crowd.

Heidi skillfully spread out a large beach mat. As soon as Lin Feng sat down, she tactfully moved to sit behind him, allowing him to comfortably rest his head on her lap.

Ivana and Maria sat down on either side of Lin Feng.

A slightly fishy sea breeze brushed against his face. Lin Feng squinted at the towering border wall and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to America?"

Heidi's body stiffened slightly, then she nodded gently, her expression a mixture of lingering thoughts of her husband and a longing for her spiritual home.

Lin Feng twisted his neck, enjoying the wonderful sensation on the back of his head. "Then we'll see how you perform in the next few days."

Spend a few days with me first. Once I get tired of staying here and feel better, I'll send you over.

By the way, how about each person sponsoring another $5000 as seed money? Pretty generous, right?

Upon hearing this, the three women's eyes lit up instantly.

Ivana excitedly grabbed Lin Feng's arm: "Really, Teacher Lin?"

Maria and Heidi held their breath, their faces filled with unbelievable anticipation.

"Of course, I'm a person who always keeps my word."

Heidi's voice trembled slightly: "Thank you... thank you, Teacher Lin."

You must be an angel sent by God to save me.

The overwhelming surprise left her somewhat incoherent.

"Yes, God gave me guidance so that I could lend you a hand."

He said this without batting an eye.

Lin Feng now realizes that using God as an excuse is incredibly effective.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the border wall.

On the American side, there wasn't a single patrolling guard to be seen on the wall; it was deserted and quiet.

On the Mexican side, along the coastline, one can see a dozen or so fully armed special forces soldiers patrolling back and forth.

The relationship between the US and Mexico is a one-way street.

When you come to Mexico from the US, it's like going to a farmers market; there are no checks, you just walk right through.

However, if a Mexican wants to go to the US, they have to wait in long lines and go through layers of review.

Perhaps it was Lin Feng's group of one man and three women, along with that eye-catching Ferrari, that drew attention.

Just as he was enjoying the massages from Ivana and Maria, one on each side, with his eyes closed, two special forces soldiers carrying rifles and with cold expressions walked straight toward them.

Other tourists on the beach watched with curiosity.

Two special forces soldiers stood in front of the mat, looking down at the person. One of them said sternly, "Sir, please show me your passport and driver's license. It's a routine check."

Lin Feng lazily opened his eyes, glanced at the other person, and his face was expressionless.

He rummaged in his shorts pocket for a few moments, pulled out a passport, and handed it over.

The special forces soldier who took the passport first paused slightly as he opened it.

Inside the passport, two neatly folded hundred-dollar bills were clearly visible, with Franklin's green portrait clearly protruding.

The special forces soldier's expression softened visibly, and he even couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth.

He quickly slipped the two hundred dollars into his pocket, then pretended to flip through his passport pages.

"No problem, sorry to bother you, sir."

He handed the passport back to Lin Feng, his tone now quite polite, "Have a pleasant time at the beach with your friends, and please be careful."

Call us if you need anything.

After saying that, he winked at his companion, and the two turned and left.