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

Those old black men in the detention center lobby.

Through the glass of the solitary confinement cell, they saw that Lin Feng showed no fear whatsoever, and instead arrogantly raised his middle finger at them once again.

Immediately, they were all furious, their anger reaching a fever pitch.

"Fuck you!"

"You yellow-skinned monkey, just you wait! You'll soon learn what true cruelty is!"

"I will definitely kill you."

"You son of a bitch, you're finished!"

The foul language erupted like a volcano, instantly filling the entire hall and drawing the attention of the other prisoners. Some white prisoners even wore mocking expressions, as if they were watching a good show.

The situation briefly spiraled out of control.

The duty officer witnessed all of this, and his already serious expression became even more somber.

He sternly ordered the policewoman beside him, "Take that Chinese kid to the innermost solitary confinement cell."

Tell him to get away from the hall and stop provoking those idiots.

"Yes, sir."

The policewoman responded, took out the key, and walked towards the solitary confinement cell where Lin Feng was located.

With a "click," the door lock opened.

The policewoman looked at Lin Feng, whose face was calm and even a little bored, shook her head helplessly, and said in a serious tone, "I'll change your room."

Lin Feng shrugged, behaving very cooperatively, and obediently followed the policewoman out of the confinement cell.

Led by the policewoman, Lin Feng walked through the long corridor and arrived at a solitary confinement cell at the deepest part of the detention center.

The location is remote, with a bare concrete wall opposite it, quite far from the noisy lobby, and the soundproofing seems better.

After locking Lin Feng up, the policewoman stood at the door, expressionless, and said, "Listen, I don't know if you're truly fearless or simply unafraid of death."

But in prison, it's best not to cause trouble.

Soon we will all undergo security checks and be assigned to cells.

When you get there, you'll know what true 'suffering' is. Take care of yourself.

Lin Feng replied calmly, "Thanks for the reminder."

The policewoman said no more, locked the door, and left.

The heavy iron gate shut out the last sound from the outside world, and the confinement room returned to deathly silence.

Lin Feng leaned against the cold wall, slowly slid down to sit on the ground, and began to sort out his current situation.

Based on his limited understanding of the American judicial system, detention centers are mainly used to hold people awaiting trial or those serving short-term sentences.

Prisoners sentenced to long-term imprisonment will be held in state prisons with more stringent conditions.

My current situation is that I am a person awaiting trial for suspected minor crimes. The judge has not yet made a formal judgment, and the sentence is undetermined, so I am temporarily staying here.

"Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it." Lin Feng felt little emotional.

Time passed quietly in absolute silence, about half an hour later.

The door to the solitary confinement cell opened again, and it was the same policewoman again.

"Come out, get ready for security check and cell assignment," she said in a formulaic manner.

Lin Feng stood up and casually asked, "When can I see the judge?"

The policewoman glanced at him: "It's so late, the judge has long since left work."

And today is Saturday.

If you want to see the judge, the earliest you can do so is next Monday.

"However..." She paused, her tone carrying a somewhat formulaic indifference, "There's a backlog of prisoners lately, so you'll have to wait in line. The exact timeframe is uncertain."

"OK." Lin Feng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Without further ado, the policewoman took out a pair of gleaming handcuffs and snapped them onto Lin Feng's wrists.

She felt a cool, metallic touch, and then gestured for Lin Feng to follow.

Back in the relatively spacious corridor, Lin Feng found that a long queue had already formed in the lobby.

Dozens of prisoners, under the shouts and commands of the prison guards, lined up haphazardly in two rows, one for female prisoners and one for male prisoners.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, strong perfume, and the body odor of Lao Hei. Due to the significant enhancement of his five senses, Lin Feng's sense of smell was extremely sensitive, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Old Hei became even angrier upon seeing this, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng, his killing intent almost impossible to conceal.

Lin Feng was pushed and shoved by the policewoman into the queue.

His gaze swept across the crowd and he noticed that he wasn't the only Asian face in the group; at a glance, there were four others.

Two of the young men were clearly Koreans.

Korean men's obsession with hair care is truly boundless, regardless of the occasion.

The group moved slowly forward. Suddenly, a black man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had bulging muscles deliberately rammed his shoulder hard into Lin Feng's back.

Lin Feng's senses were incredibly sharp; he had already noticed the other party approaching.

He glanced quickly at the surveillance camera diagonally above him out of the corner of his eye, and instantly made up his mind.

He didn't dodge; in fact, he deliberately relaxed his back muscles.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The black man was fully expecting to knock the Chinese man off balance or even to the ground.

But he felt as if he had crashed into an iron wall, and a solid, throbbing pain shot through his shoulder, making him grimace and furrow his brow.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, pretended to be hit, and took a small step forward with the force of the impact, as if he had really been hit hard, and even let out a low groan at the right time.

"Hahaha!"

"Well done, big guy!"

Behind him came the unrestrained laughter of several other old black men, as well as the jeers of some prisoners watching the spectacle.

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of the police who were maintaining order.

A burly white police officer, holding a baton and looking menacing, walked over and shouted, "Shut up, all of you! Line up! Anyone who causes trouble is obstructing justice. Think about the consequences!"

That's a very intimidating statement.

Although most of these prisoners are impulsive, irritable, and simple-minded, they are still somewhat wary of the possibility of having their sentences extended.

The group temporarily regained a semblance of order, but those malicious gazes still lingered on Lin Feng like venomous snakes.

Perhaps to prevent the conflict from escalating, or perhaps as a routine procedure, the police came over and placed Lin Feng among several other Asian prisoners.

This separated them somewhat from the restless group of black men.

Following Lin Feng in line was a man who looked to be in his forties, bald with a kind face and obvious Chinese features.

Taking advantage of the moment when the police left, he cautiously turned around and, in a low voice with an accent, said to Lin Feng, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Lin Feng".

Lin Feng glanced at him and gave a simple answer.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Li Honggang." The man forced a friendly smile, but the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Brother Lin, are you here from China for tourism?"

"almost"

Li Honggang, speaking from experience, advised: "Brother Lin, listen to my advice: keep a low profile here and be patient if you can."

There are many powerful and ruthless old blacks here, and they are very cunning. They form gangs and specifically target lone individuals; gang shootouts are commonplace.

In recent years, Lao Hei has frequently bullied and harassed people, sometimes even beating them up in the street, let alone in prison.

The old gangs inside have more power, and your provocation of them just now was not a good thing.

You should quickly find a way to contact your family and friends, and pay bail to get out. That's the right thing to do.

Otherwise, if we get assigned to different cells tonight, your days will be tough.

Lin Feng just smiled and said, "It's nothing, Brother Li."

Believe that there are more good people than bad.

"You...you..." Li Honggang was speechless, even a little "naive," because of his unyielding and naive attitude.

"Why would I lie to you? The things you just said, like offering watermelon, are things they absolutely hate to hear. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"Oh?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, too lazy to discuss this further. "So how did you get in?"

A hint of embarrassment and helplessness flashed across Li Honggang's face: "Me? It's because of the illegal immigration issue."

"Affected by immigration policy?" Lin Feng understood. "What, you don't have a green card?"