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

Anna climbed out the window and hurriedly looked down.

The road below was empty; the expected carnage did not materialize.

A person jumped from the 19th floor and vanished into thin air.

How did you do that?

It's not scientific at all.

At that moment, she began to doubt the reality of this world.

I feel like I'm really having a mental problem.

Just then, my cell phone rang.

The caller was her uncle.

"Hey, Uncle..."

In the dead of night, all was quiet.

Lin Feng reappeared silently, in a shadowy corner below Anna's apartment building.

During the day, he jumped off the building in Anna's sight and instantly entered the space.

He slept soundly inside. Lin Feng hadn't slept well these past two days while watching over Anna in the apartment.

But the other person didn't come back for two days.

The reason for choosing to go out at night is naturally because the darkness provides the best cover.

This time, Lin Feng didn't hit a home run; he only helped Anna temporarily stop the curse.

Then, under the cover of night, Lin Feng rode away on his electric motocross bike.

Time flies, and seven days have passed.

In Sarah's house in an upscale neighborhood in Las Vegas, Nevada, is a spacious villa.

A languid and ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.

"Honey, I'm really going to call the police and sue you for unlawful imprisonment and excessive..."

Sarah's voice was broken and intermittent, with heavy breathing and a hint of pleading.

He looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his long golden hair clinging to his sweaty forehead and smooth back.

"I gave you a chance to call the police, but you were useless."

a long time.

Sarah lay lazily on Lin Feng's chest, her fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his skin.

She suddenly remembered something, looked up, her blue eyes filled with surprise and inquiry, and kissed Lin Feng's chin.

"Honey, something's strange. Your previous prison record has actually disappeared."

Not only are they unavailable in publicly available databases, but internal searches within the prison system also reveal that the relevant documents and records have been completely erased, as if wiped clean.

How did you do that?

Sarah was genuinely curious. She knew that Lin Feng possessed some mysterious abilities, but the fact that he could erase even a record of imprisonment—a trace deeply rooted in the state apparatus—was beyond her imagination.

Lin Feng stroked her blonde hair, his tone casual: "I asked a 'friend' to help me with a little thing."

The "friend" he was referring to was naturally Anna.

"Oh? What kind of 'friend' is so powerful?"

Sarah blinked and pressed for an answer.

"You will meet him when the opportunity arises in the future."

Lin Feng dodged the question and didn't say anything more.

Sarah pouted, as if she had thought of something, and her tone carried just the right amount of jealousy. She poked his chest with her finger: "Hmph, it's probably your girlfriend again, isn't it? You had her handle it for you, right?"

She was well aware of Lin Feng's womanizing ways, but she didn't care much about it, and she didn't have the means to keep him all to herself.

Lin Feng smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Seeing this, Sarah didn't pursue the matter further and instead brought up another matter, her tone slightly mocking: "Oh, by the way, those two little bitches in the detention center still keep asking me about you."

They asked how you were after you got out of prison, and whether you went back to visit.

"How about it? Do you miss them? I can arrange it."

Lin Feng shook his head, showing little interest: "Forget it, I'm not interested."

Although the two female prison guards were quite pretty, for him, it was just a fleeting experience.

These days, we eat so much "good food" that this kind of food just doesn't whet our appetites.

"That fickle fellow!"

Sarah said coquettishly, pressing her body even closer, and asked, half-jokingly, "So...you won't treat me like this in the future, will you?"

Lin Feng pinched her cheek and said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "No, that won't happen."

Well, since it was the original one, I'll still be more attentive to a new car with the protective film still intact.

As for the others, that's called "being helpful," which is a different matter.

"What a domineering yet petty man."

Sarah was amused by his twisted logic, gave him a light nip on the shoulder, and then got down to business, "Tomorrow night is my godfather's father's birthday, there's a party, and my godfather specially invited me."

Will you come with me?

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure?"

"If your father saw me, wouldn't he pull out a gun on the spot?"

Sarah snorted, with a hint of rebellion and pride: "It was my godfather who invited me. So what if my dad knows?"

Besides, we just need to show our faces.

Lin Feng thought about it and figured he had nothing better to do anyway.

What kind of gift should I prepare?

"I'll prepare the gift; you just need to show up."

Just dress formally.

"understood."

The next day, when Lin Feng woke up, his side was empty.

There was a note on the bedside table, and next to it was a breakfast that was still warm.

She baked her own bread, fried bacon and eggs, and arranged them beautifully on a plate, with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the side.

Lin Feng was also a little hungry.

Meanwhile, in an office at CIA headquarters in Washington, D.C.

Anna was staring intently at the intelligence data on the computer screen.

Seven days have passed, and she has outwardly returned to normal work, but inwardly she has never had a moment of true peace.

Lin Feng's face, his bizarre methods, and the image of his colleague's tragic death haunted him like a nightmare.

What bothered her even more was that, for some reason, the man who had humiliated her in every way would occasionally pop into her mind.

It possessed a twisted, shameful allure.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself, trying to concentrate.

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and two young detectives who had been newly assigned to her team walked in, supporting each other and limping.

Anna snapped out of her daze and frowned at them. "Bob? Kate? What's wrong with you two?"

Agent Bob, with a bitter face, said, "Sir, don't even mention it, it's fucking unlucky."

We had just gotten on the highway when our left rear tire suddenly burst with a loud 'bang'. The car instantly went out of control and almost crashed into the guardrail and rolled over.

Agent Kate also turned pale and nodded.

Anna's heart skipped a beat as she listened to their description.

An ominous premonition instantly gripped her. She subconsciously glanced at the calendar on the table; exactly seven days had passed since Lin Feng's last appearance.

Is it a coincidence?

Or has that damned curse come true again?

Is the target this time one of her agents?

"Damn logistics department, what kind of safety checks do they do before vehicles are dispatched?"

Anna slammed her hand on the table and shouted sharply, half out of anger and half to mask her inner panic.

The two detectives were taken aback by her reaction.

Anna's chest heaved as she forced herself to calm down.

She waved her hand, her tone softening slightly: "Alright, I understand."

You two should go to the hospital for a full check-up and get your injuries treated.

Take a few days to rest.

"Oh, thank you so much, sir! You're truly the best boss we've ever had."

Overjoyed, the two helped each other and limped out of the office.

The door closed, and Anna looked dejected, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Is it a real "curse" at work, or just a very low-probability, unlucky coincidence?

She suddenly remembered Lin Feng's miraculous abilities and inexplicably felt that it was the effect of a curse.

But would she dare to gamble?

Is it worth gambling with your own life, your subordinates' lives, or your family's lives?

She didn't dare.

However, she had no way to contact Lin Feng, and didn't even know where this elusive man was on Earth at that moment.

She stood up and paced back and forth in the office.

Suddenly, she stopped.

She didn't know where Lin Feng was, but she knew which women Lin Feng had close relationships with.

Those two female prison guards? Or perhaps the prison doctor, Elizabeth Sarah?

Or McKenna, the rancher from Texas?

Or were they the three sisters who were smuggled into the country?

Anna sat back down at her desk and opened the database of related individuals that she could access with her internal privileges.

She decided to start by contacting these women who might have had affairs with Lin Feng, one by one.

No matter what, she had to find Lin Feng. This curse was a ticking time bomb, and she was still very afraid.