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

Lin Feng stepped on the gas, and the blue Bugatti sped along the wide six-lane road like a bolt of lightning.

The speed limit sign said fifty miles per hour, but he was already going eighty.

Just then, a police motorcycle appeared in the rearview mirror, its red and blue flashing lights illuminating, accompanied by a short siren.

A female mounted police officer caught up with the Bugatti, deftly parked her motorcycle to the right of the Bugatti, tapped on the window, and signaled him to pull over.

Lin Feng lowered the car window and glanced at a policewoman wearing a helmet.

"Sir, the speed limit on this road is 50 miles per hour. You were just going over 80 miles per hour, which is a serious speeding violation."

The policewoman's voice was cold and businesslike: "Please show me your driver's license and vehicle insurance policy."

Lin Feng glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "I'll give it to you once I catch up."

After saying that, he floored the accelerator, and the Bugatti shot off like a cannonball.

In just a few seconds, the blue car silhouette turned into a tiny dot in the distance.

The policewoman paused for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie, her face turning ashen.

"Calling headquarters, a blue Bugatti tourbillon, license plate number... speeding and refusing inspection, is traveling north on the Las Vegas Strip. Requesting backup!"

But before she could finish speaking, when she looked up again, the Bugatti had vanished completely.

The hybrid supercar's acceleration capabilities far exceeded her expectations.

"Fuck!" The policewoman took off her helmet and slammed it onto the car seat, then slammed it against the dashboard.

Lin Feng drove his car to the casino entrance. The security guards on both sides of the gate recognized his car and immediately ran over.

"Boss"

Lin Feng nodded, tossed him the key, and pushed open the door to enter the casino lobby.

As he walked through the bustling crowd toward the staff elevator, he suddenly noticed several strange glances out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't turn around, but his divine sense had already silently spread to four men.

Although the four people deliberately looked away, their excitement and greed were as obvious as candlelight in the dark.

The four men had fierce faces and exuded a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts and outlaws), and they were clearly not good people.

They kept glancing in Lin Feng's direction while whispering into their earpieces, and Lin Feng could hear them clearly.

"The target has been confirmed; it is the mastermind behind the Black Lotus Casino."

If we can control him, we can get our hands on that billion in cash.

Brothers, keep a close eye on things.

Lin Feng got on the elevator, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

The four men immediately stood up from their respective positions and quickly gathered together. One of them took out his phone and started making a call, his tone excited: "We've investigated it. All those cash notes are not consecutive numbers; they're definitely real money."

"As long as we get the boss under control and get him to cooperate in opening the cabinet, once we pull off this job, we'll be set for life."

The elevator reached the top floor, the door opened, and Lin Feng walked into the office.

He didn't act immediately, as it wouldn't look good to make a scene in his own casino.

He had just sat down in his office chair when Sarah pushed open the door and walked in.

She was dressed in a smart white suit, holding a cup of coffee, leaning against the doorframe, looking at him with a half-smile: "Did you have fun last night?"

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his stomach, and asked with a smile:

"What, you want to join the party too?"

It can be arranged tonight.

Sarah smiled, pursed her lips, and rolled her eyes at him:

"No, I want to live a few more years."

You've finally figured it out! Eating more pheasant isn't bad; it'll give us a good rest too. As long as we're healthy, that's all that matters.

"Am I that kind of person?" Lin Feng spread his hands innocently.

"do not you?"

Sarah smiled and shook her head, her expression becoming more serious.

"By the way, Milton just sent word that the FBI is watching us."

It seems Matthew is involved in a massive human trafficking operation, supposedly targeting beautiful young women; maybe one of those people last night was among them.

Lin Feng coughed lightly, looking somewhat embarrassed: "The way you're saying it makes me sound like a villain."

So what if they've got their eye on us? What's there to be afraid of?

The FBI isn't a tiger; it's not going to eat people, is it?

Sarah sighed, her tone serious:

"It's still quite troublesome if the FBI gets on your radar."

Their jurisdiction is broad, covering almost any federal case, and they also have a branch office in Las Vegas, covering all counties in Nevada.

If they're really determined to investigate you, it can be quite annoying.

Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively: "Fine, you really do look a bit like the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Fine, I'll go. I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with the FBI director tonight.

That way, everything will be fine.

"Okay." Salad didn't ask any more questions.

She had gotten used to Lin Feng saying "let's have a heart-to-heart talk," which meant he was going to solve a problem.

She then remembered something else: "Oh right, Anna said she's coming over this Saturday."

"They've probably come to break the curse," Lin Feng nodded.

Sarah rolled her eyes at him, her tone slightly mocking: "I think you want to eat chicken."

Just then, Sarah's phone rang.

She answered the phone, listened for a few moments, and her expression became somewhat strange. After hanging up, she looked at Lin Feng with a puzzled expression:

"A policewoman said she was going to arrest you."

"Who's so bold?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.

"They said you were speeding and refused inspection, which seriously obstructed law enforcement."

"They're already downstairs, saying they're coming up to arrest you."

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh, that mounted policeman, he's got some nerve."

Sarah: "You wait, I'll get rid of her."

She made a phone call and contacted the city government office.

Sarah put down her phone and said to Lin Feng:

"I've already had this car's license plate number added to the exemption list, so you won't be caught by speed cameras or the traffic police system throughout Las Vegas anymore."

Do you have any other license plates?

Send them all to me at once, so I don't get blocked next time.

"They're all in the garage of the villa on the mountaintop. You can take the photos yourself."

"Okay, I'll have someone take care of it." Sarah turned and walked out of the office.

Downstairs in the lobby, policewoman Susan had just entered the casino, looking for Lin Feng to settle scores with.

But as soon as she stepped through the door, her phone rang.

"Susan! Get back here right now!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was that of her immediate supervisor, laced with unusual rage.

Do you know who you just stopped?

People on the municipal exemption list!

The mayor's personal friend! He made a single phone call to the bureau chief's office, and the bureau chief personally called to berate me!

Susan gripped her phone, her knuckles turning white. She remained silent for three seconds, then said, slowly and deliberately, "Fuck."

I'm done.

"Whatever, I don't want to stay in this rotten place for another minute."

After saying that, she took off her police hat, threw it into the trash can next to her, and strode out of the casino.

The sunlight outside was blinding, and as she stood on the steps, she suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

So you just resigned like that?

Where to go next?

She took out her phone and checked her account balance; it was less than three thousand dollars, and her rent was due next week.

She glanced back, then reluctantly picked up the hat from the trash can.

Losing my job is worse than being angry.

As Black Lotus Casino continues to become increasingly popular, the identity of its owner is becoming more and more mysterious.

Various speculations are flying around the internet – some say he is the heir to a wealthy Middle Eastern family, some say he is an early Bitcoin player, and some say he is a bigwig from China making moves overseas.

But no matter how hard they investigated, they couldn't find any solid clues.

The FBI was the most active investigator among them.

Lin Feng's rise to power was too exaggerated. Less than half a year after being released from prison, he acquired a casino and displayed a billion US dollars in cash in the lobby.

Everything went too smoothly, unbelievably smoothly.

The FBI investigated Lin Feng's sources of funds, and every single transaction was legal and verifiable, leaving no room for error.

But the more this was the case, the more they felt there was a problem.

But their investigation ended there.