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

After the two special forces soldiers left, Heidi, Maria, and Ivana looked at Lin Feng with some doubt in their hearts.

They never expected that Lin Feng would not only dare to kill gang members, but also dare to drive a gang car so brazenly on the road.

Although they didn't know Lin Feng's strength, his confident demeanor gave them a great sense of security.

After giving him two hundred US dollars, Lin Feng encountered no more troubles.

After spending an hour on the beach, his skin feeling slightly hot from the sun, Lin Feng lost interest.

He clapped his hands and said to the three women, "Let's go, I'll take you to get some new clothes. You can't keep wearing bikinis."

The four drove to a relatively bustling commercial area in Tijuana and found a Chinese supermarket with a fairly large storefront.

Lin Feng pointed to the clothing section and said to the three women, "Go and pick out yourselves. Choose several outfits that fit well and are suitable for everyday wear."

Lin Feng had no interest in shopping at the supermarket. He walked straight to the bench at the supermarket entrance, took out his phone, and started scrolling through it.

It looks like a live stream.

Behind the counter sat a woman from the supermarket, a beautiful young Chinese woman who looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

She wore a stylish black lace blouse, with a bright red bra peeking out from underneath.

She had noticed the eye-catching red Ferrari parked outside the door long ago, and Lin Feng getting out of the car.

His gaze lingered on Lin Feng several times, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he struck up a conversation in Mandarin with a slight Jiangzhe accent: "Handsome, are you here for tourism or to stay long-term?"

Lin Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then casually replied, "I guess you could call it a trip."

Wow, you have a pretty good eye for people.

The woman smiled upon hearing this, "My parents have been running this shop here for over ten years, and I've been here for several years as well."

I can generally tell Koreans, Japanese, or Chinese apart at a glance with about 80-90% accuracy.

She paused, then tentatively changed the subject, lowering her voice slightly, "Excuse me, handsome, what's your relationship with 'Scorpion' Daniel?"

Her tone was cautious, with a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

Lin Feng didn't even look up, his tone indifferent: "I don't know him."

The woman didn't believe her, but glanced at the red sports car outside the door: "Handsome, you're joking."

You drive Mr. Daniel's Ferrari; quite a few people in Tijuana recognize this car.

How could it be okay?

The license plates are all the same.

Lin Feng put down his phone and looked at her with interest. "Tell me your purpose."

She quickly explained, "Handsome guy, don't misunderstand."

The "protection money" for our small shops is collected by people sent by Daniel.

His red Ferrari SF90 was so conspicuous in Tijuana, it was impossible not to remember it.

She rubbed her hands together, her face pleading. "If you really have connections with Mr. Daniel, could you please put in a good word for me and ask him to help me?"

There's really no other way.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, relaxed: "Tell me what it is."

The other person seemed to have grasped at a straw, and spoke a few steps faster: "Well, a friend of mine from China came to Mexico for vacation a while ago."

As a result, on the way back to the hotel the night before last, he was kidnapped, and his family was frantic with worry.

"Were they smuggled in?"

"Absolutely not, he's on a round-the-world tour; he came from the United States."

Immediately, her face filled with anxiety, "After all, I've been here for a long time and have some connections. I asked around and got some clues, and it seems that it was Mr. Daniel's group that did it."

We've already paid them, but they still haven't released them.

"I just pray they don't kill him; his safe return is more important than anything else."

"Handsome guy, if you can really help us and bring him back safely, my friend's family will be extremely grateful to you."

Lin Feng frowned slightly after hearing this.

According to Daniel's recollection, there was no clear information about a recent kidnapping of a tourist.

"How much is the ransom?"

"Five hundred thousand US dollars, all in cash." The woman nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll ask."

Lin Feng appeared very casual.

He took out Daniel's phone, went to a number in the contacts called Juan, and sent a message to him directly in Spanish.

"I heard someone kidnapped a Chinese person, what happened?"

Whose idea was this? How is the person now?

Less than a minute after the message was sent, my phone started vibrating rapidly.

Juan was clearly terrified and immediately replied with a long message, his tone filled with fear: "Boss, that guy was decked out in luxury clothes and staying in a luxury hotel. He looked like a fat sheep. He just got the urge to make some extra money and definitely didn't intend to keep it all to himself."

The person is safe and is still locked in the old warehouse.

After reading it, Lin Feng understood.

It's likely that his subordinates took on these side jobs without Daniel's knowledge, probably hoping to make a quick buck. If Daniel didn't find out, they would keep a portion for themselves; if he did, they would hand over a portion.

Lin Feng: "Release them once you get the ransom. As for the ransom, send it to my villa."

Not a single hair on the hostage's head can be missing, understand?

"Understood, understood, boss, don't worry, it will be exactly as it was."

Juan replied quickly, adding, "Luckily, you were well-informed and sent the message. Forget about the clothes; if it had been a few minutes later, I would have made him drink cream puffs."

Lin Feng's lips twitched, and a chill ran down his spine.

After ending the call, Lin Feng put away his phone and looked at the female boss: "I've found out."

Daniel didn't know about this; it was a side job done by a few of his men behind his back. He should be fine.

When the female boss heard Lin Feng's certainty, she was first taken aback, then overjoyed. Although she still had some doubts, she felt much more at ease.

After all, the other party was her relative, and her parents had asked her to take care of him. She felt embarrassed that he had been kidnapped.

She came out from behind the bar, so excited she didn't know what to do, and kept thanking them: "Really? Thank you so much. As long as you're safe, we'll accept the financial loss to avoid further trouble."

I'm afraid they'll take the money and then refuse to release the hostages, or even harm them!

Lin Feng said with a hint of teasing, "Your question comes at a rather opportune time."

A few minutes later, your friend would probably have experienced being force-fed cream puffs.

The female shop owner blushed instantly, feeling both frightened and embarrassed. She quickly changed the subject: "My name is Luo Jing. My family and I run a business here. May I ask your name?"

Lin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, casually making up a story: "Zhao Erniu."

"Zhao Erniu?"

Looking at Lin Feng's handsome face with its distinct features, and then at his perfect physique that was faintly visible under his T-shirt, Luo Jing was speechless for a moment because the contrast between his name and his image was too great.

"Mr. Zhao, we really owe you a lot this time."

Could you... leave me your contact information?

Once my friend is safe, his family will be able to thank you in person. You will definitely not be disappointed with the reward.

Lin Feng refused decisively, "No need. Just consider it good luck that he was arranged by God."

Luo Jing was somewhat surprised: "Mr. Zhao is also a Catholic?"

"I believe you," Lin Feng replied casually, his tone a mix of truth and falsehood.

Just then, Ivana, Heidi, and Maria walked over carrying several shopping bags filled with their newly selected clothes, shoes, and socks.

She came to Lin Feng's side and stood obediently.

Lin Feng stood up: "Boss, check please."

Luo Jing quickly waved her hand, her attitude firm: "Mr. Zhao, you have helped me so much, what are these clothes? Consider them a small token of my appreciation."

"One thing at a time."

Luo Jing said urgently, "Mr. Zhao, we really can't accept this money."

"Please do me the honor of inviting me to dinner tonight. You can choose the place; I hope you'll come."

He can drive Daniel's car, and with just a message, he can make Daniel's men obediently send people over.

She felt that Lin Feng was not simple.

He definitely has a very close relationship with Daniel, and may even be a partner whom Daniel trusts extremely.

Once she establishes this connection, her business in this area will be much more stable, and at least those thugs and motorcycle gangs will never dare to harass her again.

Lin Feng put his arms around Ivana and Maria's waists and casually waved to Luo Jing, "Alright, I'll take the clothes, but we can skip dinner."

After saying that, under Luo Jing's slightly disappointed and regretful gaze, he walked out of the supermarket without looking back.

Luo Jing watched Lin Feng leave with two beautiful women in his arms. The red Ferrari and the black pickup truck started up one after the other, merged into the traffic on the street, and soon disappeared.

She sighed softly. She had originally wanted to take the opportunity of expressing her gratitude to make friends and get closer, but she didn't expect the other party to not respond at all.

As soon as Lin Feng left, Luo Jing received a phone call.

The hostages have been released.