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

Although she appears to be a glamorous supermodel, only she knows the hardships she endures behind the scenes.

To put it bluntly, very few people reach the top solely through their abilities.

Throughout her career, she did have someone behind the scenes giving her a push. Capital can promote whoever it wants. Without that support, no matter how good her conditions are, she would just be a model.

The supermodel world is never short of young and beautiful newcomers, and no one can guarantee that they will stay popular forever.

Getting to know more capable friends is always beneficial for future development.

After finishing the barbecue, Leonardo DiCaprio had his assistant bring a flat, dark blue gift box from the car and handed it to Lin Feng with both hands.

Lin Feng took it and opened it. Inside lay a silver-white Richard Miller Golf co-branded watch.

The dial design is simple and clean, and the silver-gray metal material gleams with a cool luster under the light.

Lin Feng now knows a great deal about watches, and he also roughly knows the price of this particular timepiece—around 300,000 US dollars.

He looked up at Little Li and asked, "What's going on?"

"You brought a gift just for a meal?"

Little Li waved his hand: "I'm actually quite embarrassed that Mr. Lin made an exception for me."

This watch isn't anything expensive; it's just a small token of my gratitude.

Lin Feng didn't refuse any longer, closed the watch box and put it away: "Alright, then I won't be polite."

When Leonardo DiCaprio saw that he had accepted the gift, he was as happy as if he had received a present himself.

Haha, don't be shy!

By the way, I know quite a few friends in Los Angeles. They also like to play cards. Some of them are investors on Wall Street, and others are entrepreneurs in the tech industry. They are all well-off.

I'll bring them along then. If you have any high-level games, you can invite them.

It's obvious that Leonardo DiCaprio's network consists of high-end resources.

That's what every casino wants.

Lin Feng nodded: "If you're going to do that, then I'll have to treat you to barbecue later."

Leonardo DiCaprio extended his right hand: "OK, it's settled then."

The two shook hands again.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Leonardo DiCaprio took Victoria downstairs to the lobby and casually sat down in front of a slot machine to play for about ten minutes.

During this time, many gamblers spotted him. Some secretly took out their phones to record videos, while others whispered, "Is that Leonardo DiCaprio?"

"She seems a little heavier in person than in the news."

A few bolder individuals even walked over to take photos with the group.

Leonardo DiCaprio didn't refuse, casually smiling and agreeing to several people's requests for photos, his attitude relaxed and easygoing.

Americans are generally more relaxed about celebrities appearing in public; drug use and drinking are considered personal freedoms, and no one will keep an eye on them.

Moreover, given Leonardo DiCaprio's current status, such gossip won't cause much of a stir.

His visit to the Black Lotus Casino was, frankly, to support Lin Feng and let more people know that this casino has connections with Hollywood.

Although Black Lotus Casino is currently very popular and doesn't need this much traffic, more exposure is never a bad thing.

As night falls, the neon lights along the Las Vegas Strip illuminate one by one, bathing the entire city in a flowing, colorful glow.

After finishing her business at the casino, Sarah drove her black Cadillac Escalade along the suburban road toward the villa.

There weren't many vehicles on the road, and the streetlights were spaced far apart, causing the white lines on the road surface to reflect light under the headlights.

She was planning the meeting arrangements for tomorrow morning when she suddenly heard a muffled "bang," and the car veered sharply to the left, the steering wheel vibrating violently.

She instinctively slammed on the brakes, but the car had already lost its balance.

It slid a short distance on the wet asphalt road.

Then it flipped to the right, the sound of metal scraping against the ground was harsh and dull, and it finally came to a stop after crashing into a thick roadside tree.

The moment the airbag deployed, Sarah felt a tremendous force push against her chest, and her head slammed forward.

Fortunately, she was wearing a seatbelt, and with the cushioning of the airbag, her body did not suffer too much impact.

She grunted and braced herself on the steering wheel with both hands to maintain her balance.

She raised her hand to wipe it, and glanced at it in the dim light inside the car. It was a nosebleed, but not much; it was probably just a superficial injury.

She assumed it was a sudden tire blowout and didn't consider any other possibilities.

Just as I was about to take out my phone to call for help, I suddenly noticed out of the corner of my eye that several beams of light were rapidly approaching in the rearview mirror.

She looked up and saw clearly—it was motorcycles, at least five or six, rushing up the slope from the bottom of the road at high speed.

The roar of the engine grew louder as it approached, like the sound of a predator closing in.

Sarah's heart skipped a beat.

A tire blowout, a car accident, and a motorcycle following closely behind—this is no coincidence.

Without hesitation, she pulled a pistol from the storage compartment next to the seat with her left hand, quickly checked the magazine, then pressed the window lock and confirmed that all the doors were locked.

This glass is bulletproof; hopefully it will hold for a while.

She lowered her body to minimize the area exposed to the car window, and at the same time took out her phone to call Lin Feng.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

Lin Feng's voice came through the receiver, as calm as ever: "Did someone attack you?"

Sarah was taken aback: "How did you know, darling?"

"Have you forgotten the jade pendant I gave you? I knew about your car accident the moment it happened, don't worry."

I'm nearby. Don't panic, stay in the car and don't get out.

Lin Feng spoke a little faster than usual, but his calm and confident demeanor instantly put Sarah's mind at ease.

She put down her phone, and her left hand instinctively gripped the warm, white jade pendant around her neck.

The fingertips caressed the smooth jade surface, as if grasping a tangible sense of security.

Just then, six motorcycles approached from four directions simultaneously, forming a semicircle around the Escalade, their headlights illuminating the overturned vehicle.

Six riders nimbly dismounted, each with a lean and muscular build, the short-barreled submachine guns on their backs reflecting a cold light under the lamplight.

One of them took two steps toward the driver's seat and bent down to check the condition of the car.

But just as he bent over, he felt a chill on his neck, and his whole body suddenly froze.

He instinctively reached out to cover his neck, and his fingers touched a warm liquid.

Immediately afterward, everything went black before his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground.

The remaining five people fell almost simultaneously, as if they had been cleanly harvested by an invisible scythe; only the motorcycle remained standing.

The sound of the engine idling was particularly jarring on the empty roadside.

The heads of the six men rolled neatly at their feet, the cuts as smooth as if they had been severed by a sharp blade in one stroke.

In the shadows of the overpass in the distance, a sniper lying on the side of the railing behind his scope saw this scene through a high-powered scope.

His hand jerked violently, his pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the lining of his tactical vest.

He watched helplessly as his six companions fell to the ground in less than a second, without even having time to fire a gun or utter a scream.