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

Once out of the traffic jam and off the highway, Ivana regained her excitement.

"Teacher, the traffic jam is finally over!"

Lin Feng glanced at her without saying a word, "Let's go, let's go straight to the old town."

Tijuana, a border city adjacent to the United States, is not only a haven for illegal immigrants but also a notorious sex tourism destination in North America and even the world.

Its old town center has long been home to an astonishing number of strip clubs and adult bars, and the streets are filled with all sorts of prostitutes.

Many of the women who were left behind by gangs after being illegally immigrants ended up in Tijuana's old town.

During the pandemic, the Mexican government also provided subsidies to these prostitutes.

Lin Feng used to think that tourism was all about sightseeing and visiting historical sites, but after traveling around, he realized that he had misunderstood.

Tourist cities around the world are almost all visited for their red-light districts.

There's nothing to see here.

Even the most beautiful scenery may be stunning at first glance and seem okay, but you'll get tired of it after a while.

Most of it was for my cousin.

Countries like the Netherlands and Germany in Europe, as well as Siam, Singapore, and Mongolia in Southeast Asia.

As you drive into Tijuana's old town, the atmosphere instantly changes.

The ambiguous neon lights flickered, casting bizarre and surreal images on the faces of pedestrians.

However, there weren't many people.

Although it was late at night, there were far fewer pedestrians and even fewer cars on the streets here compared to the main roads.

Lin Feng, however, seemed completely unaware, or rather, utterly indifferent.

The car was going very fast, the top was down, and his profile, wearing sunglasses, contrasted sharply with Ivana's flowing blonde hair and dazzling bikini.

This attracted the attention of passersby and women leaning against doors, who all turned to look at him with undisguised greed and a hint of pity as if he were a fool.

In Mexico, especially in places like Tijuana, there is a considerable Chinese community, but the vast majority of them are cautious and discreet, well aware of the importance of keeping their wealth hidden.

Like Lin Feng, driving a supercar worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, accompanied by a beautiful woman who is clearly of Eastern European descent.

To brazenly barge into the heart of the old town, known for its chaos and crime, is already an act of arrogance.

Lin Feng, however, was completely unaware, or rather, he simply didn't care.

He parked his car in front of a bar flashing blue neon lights, and right next to it was a black and white police car with flashing lights on its roof.

I wanted to do a nice drift, but embarrassingly, I couldn't.

Four police officers in dark blue uniforms, carrying MP5 submachine guns, were chatting idly by the car.

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing red Ferrari and the couple who got out of it, everyone stopped talking and turned their eyes to it.

Not sure why.

One of the special police officers was an acquaintance, the very one Lin Feng had paid on the beach.

Lin Feng didn't say much, but simply walked over first.

He casually pulled a small wad of green bills from his pocket, about a thousand US dollars thick, and handed it to the petty boss as naturally as if he were giving a tip to a waiter.

"Keep an eye on the car, don't let anyone scratch it."

Lin Feng's tone was calm, as if he were instructing the parking attendant.

The policeman was taken aback. He subconsciously rubbed the banknotes together to feel their thickness and texture. His serious expression instantly melted away, and he even managed to force an ugly smile.

He discreetly slipped the money into his inner pocket, straightened his back, and gave Lin Feng a somewhat awkward salute: "Sir, protecting the safety of tourists and maintaining public order is our bounden duty."

Please rest assured that your vehicle is absolutely safe here.

He worked hard for a month and his salary was only about six hundred US dollars. This thousand US dollars, split among the four of them, was still a considerable income.

Lin Feng nodded, put his arm around Ivana's slender waist, and turned to blend into the even more ambiguous neon lights on both sides of the street.

He could sense that it wasn't just the four policemen; many more menacing eyes were lurking in the shadows, following him.

Many women stood in twos and threes along both sides of the street.

They wore extremely light and revealing clothes, heavy makeup, and cigarettes dangling from their mouths, leaning lazily against mottled walls or streetlights.

Their eyes either vacant or boldly scan the few passersby.

Unlike in some places where women actively solicit customers, the women here seem more accustomed to customers asking about prices on their own initiative.

With a clear goal in mind, Lin Feng led Ivana straight into a rather large bar with a flashing Scorpion sign.

According to Daniel's recollection, this was one of his important businesses, a comprehensive entertainment venue that combined bars, dance halls, and striptease performances.

Now it's Lin Feng's business.

Pushing open the heavy soundproof door, deafening electronic music mixed with the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume hit me.

The interior space appears larger than the exterior, with a circular stage at the center.

A hot Latina dancer was swaying to the rhythm, with hardly any clothes left on.

There were some booths and bar tables scattered around the area, but there weren't many customers; they were sparse, and at a glance, you could hardly see any Asian faces.

The appearance of Lin Feng and Ivana once again attracted a lot of attention.

Lin Feng, familiar with the place, found a relatively quiet booth, sat down, and ordered two bottles of local beer.

Ivana leaned excitedly against him, swaying gently to the music, and curiously looked around, especially at the dancer on the stage.

She's only nineteen and really enjoys this environment.

He had barely sat down when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it; it was a message from Sarah, brief but crucial:

Four FBI agents have arrived in Tijuana to investigate the disappearance of ICE agents.

They might also come looking for you; you're the prime suspect.

Lin Feng locked his phone, his expression remaining unchanged.

FBI?

However, in this lawless land, the FBI's name isn't so effective; this isn't America.

Just then, two young thugs dressed in flashy shirts and reeking of alcohol swaggered over, their eyes constantly scanning Ivana, who was clinging to Lin Feng, completely ignoring Lin Feng's presence.

Lin Feng and Ivana became the center of attention as soon as they entered, especially Ivana, a fair-skinned woman with blonde hair and high looks.

"Hey kid," one of the thugs said in heavily accented English, his tone flippant, "This chick's pretty good, how much for a night?"

"How about we pay double, so she can play with us for a bit?"

As he spoke, he whistled at Ivana.

Ivana instinctively snuggled closer to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng slowly turned his head, his gaze behind his sunglasses falling on the two thugs' faces. Instead of getting angry, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

These two clueless guys just walked right into our doorstep, perfect timing, let's make use of them.

"Double the price?"

Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, "What if I wanted to buy your lives? How much would I offer?"

The two thugs were stunned, seemingly not having heard or understood Lin Feng's words.

"Kid, what did you say? Looking for death, huh?"