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

"I now strongly suspect you of drug trafficking." Lin Feng's tone remained calm.

"No! Absolutely impossible! We've never even smelled drugs!"

Old Hei, kneeling on the ground, shook his head desperately, his voice trembling.

Just then, a police motorcycle sped from the traffic in the distance, siren blaring, its red and blue flashing lights piercing the midday sun.

The motorcycle came to an abrupt stop at the scene. The mounted policeman jumped off the motorcycle, deftly drew his pistol, and aimed it at Lin Feng.

"Put down your gun! Don't make any rash moves!"

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that it was someone he knew.

The person who arrived was the female mounted police officer who had chased him for speeding earlier. She had short brown hair, a sharp jawline, and a pair of wary eyes behind her sunglasses.

"It's you?" The female mounted police officer frowned even more.

Lin Feng calmly showed her his FBI badge and unfolded it in front of her:

"The FBI is investigating a case. Please cooperate."

"Can't you see I'm on official duty?"

The female mounted police officer leaned closer to look at the stamp and photo on the badge, then at Lin Feng's casual suit, and then at the blue Bugatti supercar behind him. She felt that something was off.

FBI agent driving a Bugatti?

When did these rich people who drive supercars start going this far?

But the documents are indeed genuine; the seal, photo, name, and serial number are all real.

"What are you investigating?" The female mounted police officer put away her gun, her tone still carrying a hint of suspicion.

"Does the FBI need to report to a local police department during an investigation?"

Lin Feng's tone carried just the right amount of impatience, "Aren't you being a bit too nosy?"

The female mounted police officer choked for a moment. According to rank, the FBI's authority was indeed higher than that of local police.

She gritted her teeth and finally managed to say stiffly, "Yes, sir."

Lin Feng pulled two pairs of handcuffs from his pocket and tossed them to the female mounted police officer.

"These two black men are gang members, and they had heroin in the car."

"Cuff them, don't let them escape."

The female mounted police officer looked somewhat suspicious, but she still took the handcuffs and quickly handcuffed the two kneeling Black men behind their backs.

The knees pressed down on their backs, the movement as precise as a demonstration on the training field.

"We're innocent! We don't do drugs! We're really students!"

Old Hei was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the rough asphalt, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Open his trunk." Lin Feng gestured towards the Cadillac.

The female mounted police officer stood up, walked to the back of the vehicle, and pressed a button to open the trunk.

Inside were several bags of miscellaneous items, a sports jacket, a basketball, and two sealed, transparent plastic bags containing white powdery crystals.

The female mounted policewoman's expression changed instantly.

She pulled out her gun and pointed it at the two black men again.

"It really is drugs! Lie down on the ground and don't move!"

"No! That's not ours! We don't know where it came from!"

The two black men shouted louder and louder, but the female mounted police officer no longer believed them at all.

When the female driver saw the two packets of drugs, she covered her mouth, looking utterly incredulous.

He even subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes filled with suspicion towards the two old black men.

After all, she was just an Uber driver, similar to Didi in China.

It belongs to the category of high-end chauffeur services.

After dealing with the situation, the female mounted police officer turned to Lin Feng and asked, "Sir, what do we do now?"

Lin Feng said in a serious tone, "Shoot him on the spot."

The female mounted police officer was stunned, staring at him incredulously, wondering if she had misheard.

"Of course I was just kidding."

Lin Feng smiled, his tone becoming more relaxed.

"I don't have time right now, you can handle these two people."

Take him back to the police station and follow the proper procedures.

"Yes, sir." Although the female mounted police officer still felt that something was wrong, the evidence of drugs was conclusive, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Lin Feng put away his pistol and turned around. With his index finger hidden under the hem of his clothes, he flicked the pressure point of the two men, rendering them speechless.

The two black men tried to protest their innocence, but found themselves unable to utter a single word.

Lin Feng got back into the car, started the engine, and the Bugatti roared away.

In the rearview mirror, the female mounted police officer was squatting on the ground taking photos of two black men as evidence, her movements methodical and efficient.

Anna sat in the passenger seat, laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking:

"When did you become an FBI agent?"

Where did those documents come from?

Lin Feng pulled the ID out of his inner pocket and tossed it to her: "Take a look for yourself."

Anna took it, examined it from all angles for a long time, and the smile on her face gradually turned into surprise:

"The workmanship...the stamp...the watermark...it's indistinguishable from the real thing."

"Is it possible that it is real?" Lin Feng asked casually.

"How is that possible? How can you just issue FBI credentials like that? You're not an FBI agent!"

"Is this difficult?"

Anna looked at him for a few seconds, and after confirming that he wasn't bluffing, she shook her head and returned the documents to him.

"Okay, you win."

Should I get you a CIA ID later? You like this kind of thing anyway.

"I must say, this certificate is really useful."

No wonder CIAFBI people are always pulling out their IDs.

I should have gotten an immigration document earlier; that would be much more useful.

Upon arriving at the office and closing the door, Anna, her eyes burning with eagerness, said to Lin Feng, "Let's get down to business first. Help me break the curse."

"You do it yourself, I'm really not interested."

Lin Feng pushed her away, walked to the sofa, sat down, and took out his phone to scroll through it.

Anna glared at him, but there was nothing she could do; she had to solve the problem herself.

It has to be said that Anna was really busy; she left Las Vegas early the next morning on a private jet.

Currently, Lin Feng's private jet is mostly used by Anna and Eileen, as Sarah is busy managing the casino and has no time to fly around.

Meanwhile, the Las Vegas police received a complaint about Lin Feng shooting a cell phone.

The complainant, the female driver of the Cadillac, claimed that she was subjected to violence by FBI agents, her cell phone was destroyed, and she suffered severe psychological trauma, demanding a police investigation.

But the complaint letter was transferred to George Del as soon as it was delivered to the police station office.

George Del immediately called the police chief, taking a hard line:

The female driver was suspected of drug possession and trafficking and was immediately arrested.

The female driver was completely dazed when she was brought into the interrogation room.

She cried and said she didn't know anything; she was just an Uber driver.

The two Black men were just her passengers; she had no idea there were drugs in the trunk.

But George Del remained unmoved and ordered her to be criminally detained on charges of "possession and trafficking of drugs".

The female driver was terrified and cried, saying she would withdraw her complaint and never dare to cause trouble again.

But George Del still didn't let her go, keeping her locked up for a full seven days before releasing her.

Seven days later, when the female driver was released from the detention center, her phone had been ringing off the hook with calls from her company.

My family and Uber customer service.

She discovered that her Uber account had been suspended.

The platform has a real-time criminal record monitoring system, and third-party background check companies will synchronize federal arrest records. Within a few hours to a few days, the account will be directly suspended and unable to accept orders.

Moreover, the vetting process for these luxury chauffeured cars is twice as strict as that for regular ride-hailing services, and if a federal case is involved, the car's access may be temporarily or permanently frozen.

It's like being permanently blacklisted, never to be able to open the app again; you've been banned.

She cried her heart out; her car was still on loan, and being blacklisted would be a huge blow to her.

As for the two old black men, they fared even worse.

George Del sent them to federal prison on charges of possession of drugs with intent to traffic, where they face at least ten years in prison.

Their speech acupoints were sealed, and they were accused of malicious resistance.

After handling all of this, George Del reported the results to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction after hearing the news.

"A person who has a foul mouth should be taught a lesson."

As the popularity of the God of Gamblers competition continues to soar, each match is being streamed live online.

The number of viewers has repeatedly broken records.

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Twenty of them were "VIP players" who directly paid one million US dollars to join.

They qualified directly for the finals without having to go through the preliminary and semi-final rounds.