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

I strolled around the streets of Tijuana and tried what's said to be the most authentic Mexican burrito, which was quite delicious.

Although there aren't as many kinds of food as in China, each country has its own unique characteristics.

By the time we had had enough fun and drove back to the villa, it was already completely dark.

After parking the Ferrari and BYD pickup truck safely in the garage, Lin Feng led the three women back to the villa's living room.

Lin Feng slumped into the soft leather sofa and let out a lazy sigh.

Heidi, Maria, and Ivana gathered around without being told.

She immediately knelt on the carpet next to the sofa and massaged his legs and shoulders, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.

Ever since Lin Feng agreed to take them to the United States and even sponsored their travel expenses, they have become increasingly ingratiating towards him.

They were afraid that Lin Feng would be dissatisfied and change his mind.

"Damn, this is what life is all about."

Soft lighting and a soothing massage created a relaxed atmosphere in the living room. However, this tranquility did not last long.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong"

The crisp sound of the doorbell rang out abruptly, breaking the tranquility of the room.

Heidi, who was massaging Lin Feng's calves, paused and looked up at him. "Teacher Lin, someone's here."

Lin Feng didn't even open his eyes, as if he had expected it, and said lazily, "I guess the money-giver has arrived."

Go open the door.

Lin Feng guessed that it must be Juan, who was delivering the ransom.

"Okay." Heidi responded, got up and walked to the video intercom panel on the wall, and pressed the open button.

With a slight hum of an electric motor, the heavy, ornate iron gate of the villa slowly slid open to both sides.

A series of slightly hurried footsteps approached from afar.

A moment later, a figure appeared at the door.

The man was a typical Mexican man, in his early thirties, with a shiny shaved head, a lean build, and a short stature of about 1.7 meters.

The skin is typically dark brown.

She was wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian-style floral shirt with the collar open.

He was carrying a black travel bag, which was probably the ransom.

This man was Juan, one of Daniel's trusted subordinates.

As Juan entered, his gaze instinctively swept quickly around the living room.

When he saw that the person lying on the sofa enjoying a massage was a strange young Asian man, he was surprised to find that it was someone he didn't know.

When the boss "Scorpion" Daniel, who should have been here, was nowhere to be seen, his brows immediately furrowed into a knot.

A hint of doubt and wariness flashed across his face, but his years of street experience prevented him from acting out immediately.

The Asian kid in front of him was too relaxed. Juan knew all three women beside him; they were all women he had captured and he was very familiar with them.

I was originally thinking that once the eldest brother had had his fill of it, he could try it out too.

This sense of confidence made him suspicious—could it be a new VIP guest that the boss had made?

He suppressed his doubts and tried to make his tone as respectful as possible, tentatively asking in heavily accented English, "Is the boss in?"

His eyes were still darting around, hoping to spot where Daniel would emerge from.

Lin Feng glanced at Juan, but didn't answer his question. Instead, he casually pointed to the single sofa next to him and said in Spanish, "Juan, right? Sit down."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable air of authority.

Hearing the other person call him by his name directly, Juan's uneasy premonition suddenly intensified.

He instinctively reached for the pistol tucked into his waistband.

However, he had just drawn his gun and hadn't even had time to raise his hand.

In that split second, Lin Feng casually picked up a round, hard macadamia nut from the glass coffee table in front of him.

It was just a slight flick of the wrist.

"Whoosh!"

A faint, almost inaudible whooshing sound rang out.

Juan felt a slight numbness in a spot below his right scapula, as if he had been bitten by a small insect.

It didn't hurt, but a strange tingling and numb sensation suddenly exploded from that point, like ink dripping into clear water, rapidly spreading to the entire right arm and then throughout the whole body.

He remained frozen in place, gun in hand.

Apart from his eyes, which could still move in terror, every muscle and finger in his body seemed to no longer obey the brain's commands and was completely unable to move.

Even when he tried to speak and ask questions, he found that his lips and tongue were frozen, like a person in a vegetative state.

The look in his eyes shifted from initial suspicion and wariness to disbelief and shock, which then transformed into a deep-seated fear.

He stared intently at the still-lazy Asian youth on the sofa, as if he were seeing some incomprehensible monster.

Nearby, Heidi, Maria, and Ivana also witnessed this incredible scene.

I panicked when I saw Juan pull out his gun.

Then, all they saw was Lin Feng casually toss something aside, and the bald man who looked fierce remained motionless in that position.

Like a robot that has suddenly lost power, it stood there stiffly, with only its eyes darting around in terror.

This was completely beyond their comprehension.

The three women looked at each other, each seeing the same shock and bewilderment in the other's eyes.

"Maria"

Lin Feng's voice broke the eerie silence. He said to the Latina girl who seemed the most timid, "Go and take the gun from his hand."

Maria trembled and turned pale.

Looking at Juan's fierce face and the gun in his hand, fear made her almost unable to move her legs.

But under Lin Feng's calm and unwavering gaze, she still mustered her courage and walked over, her steps trembling.

She cautiously reached out her hand, and when her fingertips touched the cold barrel of the gun, Juan still did not react.

With a forceful pull, she easily removed the pistol from Juan's stiff fingers.

Throughout the entire process, Juan didn't even blink once, truly like a lifelike wax figure.

This scene left the three women even more confused, completely unable to understand what this fierce-looking Juan was doing.

Is she cooperating with Lin Feng in staging a strange silent play?

Lin Feng then looked at Heidi: "Heidi, go over there and slap him hard."

Heidi's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

Looking at Juan's ferocious face, and especially remembering that it was this guy who led the men to roughly drag them out of the smuggling group, she felt a pang of sympathy.

Thrown into the basement of the villa like cargo, those unbearable fears instantly surged into my mind.

Thinking of this, Heidi's hands and feet went weak, her lips trembled, and she dared not step forward for a moment.

Seeing this, Lin Feng changed his approach, his tone carrying a seductive calmness: "Don't worry, God has temporarily taken control of his body; he can't move."

The reason God wants you to hit him is because He wants to hear his voice of repentance.

This is God's will.