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

Detention center, medical room.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, creating alternating light and dark stripes on the desk.

Elizabeth Sarah is intently reviewing medical records.

Suddenly, the personal cell phone on the corner of the table vibrated, and the screen lit up, displaying a completely unfamiliar caller ID.

Sarah frowned slightly. Very few people knew this phone number, limited to family and very close friends.

She put down the medical record, picked up her phone, and answered the call without speaking immediately.

Then a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Hello, are you Dr. Elizabeth Sarah?"

The voice was completely unfamiliar.

Sarah remained cautious: "Yes, I am. And you are?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Anna, and I am currently a senior intelligence analyst in the CIA Operations Division."

The other party got straight to the point, stating their identity and position in a calm tone, without any beating around the bush.

CIA? Senior intelligence analyst?

Sarah raised an eyebrow, and the reason that had been puzzling her before instantly became clear.

Lin Feng's seemingly vanished prison record, and the friend mentioned, might be this Anna.

No wonder they could erase the traces so cleanly.

The thought only flashed through my mind.

Sarah's eyes sharpened instantly. A senior CIA analyst, a woman closely associated with Lin Feng, had approached her?

Was she deliberately calling to flaunt her relationship with Lin Feng and assert her dominance?

Or is there another motive, or even a warning or provocation?

Thinking of this, Sarah's voice turned cold, carrying obvious estrangement and defensiveness: "Oh? Ms. Michael Anna."

We don't seem to know each other. Is this a provocation?

Anna on the other end of the phone didn't seem surprised by Sarah's reaction. Her tone remained calm, even with a hint of helpless honesty: "Dr. Sarah, you've misunderstood."

I'm not calling to provoke you, but because I need your help with something.

"help?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow, her tone more suspicious. "I don't know you at all, and we have no connection whatsoever."

How can I help you?

"You think you can solve a problem that even the CIA can't handle? You're asking me, a prison doctor?"

She deliberately added a hint of sarcasm.

Anna paused for two seconds, then lowered her voice and said quickly, "It's simple, please pass on a message to Lin Feng for me."

"A message?" Sarah's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm. "What message?"

Anna said clearly, word by word, "Just tell him the 'curse' is about to end, and ask him to temporarily lift the curse for me."

"A curse? The time has come?" Sarah was completely stunned and utterly confused.

What kind of code is this?

It sounds mystical and completely out of character for a CIA elite.

"Yes, that's how you say it, and he'll understand when he hears it."

Sarah was filled with doubts, but she still agreed, "Okay, I understand."

"Yes, thank you."

After Anna finished speaking, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then she hung up the phone decisively without saying a word of extra pleasantries or explanations.

Hearing the busy tone from the receiver, Sarah slowly put down her phone, her brows furrowed, lost in thought.

Anna's behavior is very abnormal.

Why didn't she contact Lin Feng directly?

Instead, they go through such a long and complicated process, having to relay the message themselves?

This is illogical.

There are only two possibilities: First, she did it on purpose, wanting to "declare" to herself that she had a relationship with Lin Feng.

A veiled provocation and declaration of sovereignty.

Secondly, and more likely, it's possible that she simply didn't have a direct way to contact Lin Feng.

Sarah carefully recalled every detail of the phone call.

Anna's tone was calm, but deep down there was a hint of urgency to deliver the message.

How could the CIA, with its capabilities, not be able to find Lin Feng's phone number?

But considering that Lin Feng frequently changed his phone number and she didn't know, she felt relieved.

"Lin Feng didn't even leave her his phone number," Sarah muttered to herself, her eyes gradually brightening, and a smile of pleasure unconsciously curving her lips.

If that's the case, doesn't it mean that Anna is completely insignificant in Lin Feng's heart?

It might even just be a disposable toy?

This realization inexplicably improved Sarah's mood, and her previous wariness and jealousy dissipated considerably.

She even felt a little sorry for Anna, who sounded calm and composed.

Being entangled with a man like Lin Feng, yet unable to gain genuine respect or a way to contact him, forced to rely on other women to relay messages—what a predicament.

She picked up her phone and decided to tell Lin Feng about it immediately.

It also carries a subtle hint of wanting to show off her (self-perceived) status as the rightful wife.

Almost at the same moment that Anna ended the call with Sarah, Anna, in her office in Washington, slowly put down her phone, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

We've finally found Lin Feng's location.

Using the same script, she called two female prison guards at the detention center.

They even beat up the three Mexican sisters who tried to smuggle themselves into the country.

He also called cowgirl McKenna, who has a rather volatile temper and immediately started swearing at him.

This also let her know that Lin Feng was not in Texas.

Only Sarah, the police medic, understood the underlying meaning in the conversation.

To an intelligence analyst like Anna, this was the clearest signal imaginable.

Sarah knew where Lin Feng was. Lin Feng was very likely in Las Vegas right now, on Sarah's turf.

Anna immediately found all of Sarah's information, including her ID and email address, and also found Sarah's address through her email address.

She had no time to plan carefully anymore; that damned curse was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head, and she didn't know in what form the next "accident" would come.

She immediately opened the internal booking system and booked a first-class ticket to Las Vegas as soon as possible.

Then, she quickly packed a small bag, left the office without notifying anyone, and headed straight for the airport.

At the same time, in Las Vegas, by the pool of Sarah's villa.

Lin Feng was lounging on a deck chair, wearing sunglasses and holding a glass of chilled juice, enjoying the dry, warm Nevada sunshine.

Sarah walked over with light steps and sat down on the recliner next to him.

Lin Feng asked in confusion, "Why are you back so early today?"

Sarah smiled mysteriously: "A strange woman just called me."

Guess who it is?

"Oh, who?"

She said her name was Michael Anna.

Hearing this, Lin Feng was somewhat surprised: "What does she want with you?"

Sarah then told Lin Feng everything that had happened during her conversation with Anna.

"Oh? Is it really time for the curse to end?"

Lin Feng took off his sunglasses, his face showing a hint of surprise, but more than that, a sense of astonishment.

The curse he mentioned to Anna was only semi-experimental in nature. Unexpectedly, she not only believed it, but also dutifully reminded him to temporarily lift the curse when they met.

That's interesting.