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

His trembling fingers instinctively pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out hastily, hitting the roof of the Cadillac Escalade with a crisp metallic clang before bouncing off.

The sniper's mind went completely blank.

He felt a sudden panic, and inexplicably had a feeling that he was doomed.

He didn't have time to check on his companion's life or death; he turned around and frantically began disassembling the sniper rifle, trying to escape from this deadly high ground.

But before his fingers could even touch the barrel latch, a voice suddenly came from behind him, carrying a casual, playful tone.

It looked like someone was watching a lively street performance.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The sniper seemed frozen in place.

He didn't even have the courage to turn around and see who was standing behind him.

From the moment his first companion fell to the moment the voice appeared behind him, only a few seconds passed.

His position was at least sixty meters above the ground, and the only passage was the stairwell behind him.

He had only one thought in his mind: This is not human.

His knees buckled, and he knelt down, his forehead pressed against the cold bridge surface, pleading for mercy in a broken voice:

"Spare my life... I was wrong... I was really wrong... I didn't do anything, I was just keeping watch..."

As he spoke, his right hand quietly reached down towards his ankle—where a spare small-caliber pistol was strapped.

His fingertips touched the gun handle, and he was about to pull it out sharply.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind, grabbed him by the back of the neck like a chick, and lifted him off the ground.

His feet dangled in mid-air, kicking a few times, and he made a hoarse sound from his throat.

He futilely pounded on the hand that was choking him, and then with a soft "snap," all his struggles ceased.

The corpse flickered slightly in the darkness before being silently swallowed by the black lotus.

Lin Feng stood on the deserted bridge, looking down at the sniper rifle lying on the ground.

He patted off non-existent dust from his hands, and with a slight thought, the Black Lotus quickly filtered, categorized, and presented the memory fragments he had just devoured, as if someone were playing a fast-forwarded video into his brain.

The whole story quickly unfolded in his mind.

This group consisted of eight people, led by a female international thief named Catherine, who had been on Interpol's red notice for five years without being caught.

She has been working undercover as a dealer at the Black Lotus Casino for almost a month, and all her identification documents and employment materials are genuine.

With her connections and abilities, creating several clean fake identities is a basic skill for her.

During her time undercover, she made several attempts to get close to the billion-dollar display case from the inside, but all of them failed. The security system of the display case was far more complicated than she had imagined.

More importantly, there's Lin Feng's formation.

So she changed her strategy, installing GPS trackers in the cars of Sarah, Guo Lin, Sun Ting, and others beforehand, planning to kidnap high-ranking casino officials first.

They then used hostages to exchange for the right to open the display case.

Lin Feng unlocked the memory images and couldn't help but click his tongue twice.

These professional-level international thieves should not be underestimated; their ability to conceal their identities and conduct covert investigations is unparalleled.

If Lin Feng hadn't deliberately given himself away this time, he really wouldn't have paid any attention.

Meanwhile, in the driver's seat of a Cadillac Escalade parked on the side of the road, Sarah was gripping a gun and cautiously peering out through the edge of the window.

She was both surprised and suspicious when she saw the six motorcycles sitting quietly in place, but the riders were all lying motionless on the ground.

She carefully looked in the rearview mirror for a while to make sure no one stood up again before she lowered her head and dialed Lin Feng's number.

"Darling, is that you?"

Her voice still carried a hint of tension, but her tone had become noticeably more composed.

Lin Feng's laughter came from the other end of the phone:

"You really can't hide anything from me; you knew as soon as I arrived."

Sarah let out a long breath and leaned back in her seat, finally feeling relieved.

The next second, her car window was gently tapped twice.

The car windows were locked, and there were no footsteps approaching from outside.

But then the knocking sound rang in her ears.

Sarah was startled; her heart skipped a beat, and she dropped her phone.

She turned her head abruptly and saw Lin Feng smiling at her through the car window, his posture as natural as if he were greeting her at the door of his own kitchen.

She paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief.

She quickly unlocked the car, opened the door, hugged Lin Feng tightly, and kissed him several times on the face.

"My dear, you really are an angel sent by God!"

It's incredible that you arrived as soon as I was in trouble.

I absolutely love you.

Lin Feng patted her on the back, not in a hurry to explain: "Let's go, let's get out of here first."

Sarah glanced at the six corpses by the roadside, still shaken: "What...what do we do with them?"

"Just let the FBI collect the body."

Lin Feng took out his phone as he spoke, then thought for a moment and changed his mind.

"Wait a minute, let me make a phone call first."

He dialed Matthew's number, and the other end answered quickly, as if waiting.

"Boss!"

"Bring a few people over to handle this. I'll send you the location."

After giving the address, Lin Feng added,

"Hang the heads of those corpses on chains and hang them on lampposts by the roadside."

"It needs to be made clear, so that everyone in the underworld knows what will happen to those who mess with the Black Lotus Casino."

Matthew immediately replied:

"Yes, boss, I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone, got out of bed, put on a coat, and left without looking back.

Lin Feng put away his phone and bent down to check the blood flowing from Sarah's nose: "Are you hurt?"

"No, it's just that my nose was bounced by the airbag, that's why it's bleeding."

"I can walk, I was just hit when the car overturned, but I'm not seriously injured."

Sarah wiped the blood from the bridge of her nose with her sleeve.

Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, let's leave here first."

Then, supporting Salad, we slowly walked forward along the roadside.

I walked for about several dozen meters.

While Sarah wasn't paying attention, Lin Feng put Sarah's car into his spatial storage.

The sniper's phone rang.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

Lin Feng glanced at the caller ID, reached out and took the call, then pressed the answer button.

A woman's languid yet composed voice came from the other end of the phone: "Did you succeed?"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes; the voice matched the memory that Black Lotus had just digested.

International thief Catherine spoke in a deep voice, carrying the composure characteristic of someone who had spent years navigating the gray areas of society.

He lowered his voice slightly, mimicking the sniper's tone and pronunciation, and replied, "Successful."

Then the woman's voice rang out again: "Well done."

Remember, do not lay a hand on the hostages.

The other party's identity is extraordinary; Lin Feng, the owner of the Black Lotus Casino, is not someone to be trifled with, and is extremely powerful in both the legitimate and underworld circles.

We only seek wealth, not death.