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

In the end, nothing was gained.

Standing at the casino entrance, the night breeze carried the characteristic heat of Las Vegas.

George Del's palms were sweaty, and he hesitated for a full two minutes.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and sent Lin Feng a message: "Boss, the person has escaped, and I'm still investigating."

The moment the message was sent, George Del felt his heart clench.

I wonder how Lin Feng will deal with him.

Lin Feng stared at the line of text on his phone screen, his expression unchanged, and simply replied:

"Okay, you don't need to worry about this anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng's figure flashed out of thin air in the study, and a few seconds later, he appeared outside the Black Lotus Casino.

Las Vegas is ablaze with lights at night, the neon lights illuminating the streets as if it were daytime.

Lin Feng stood at the entrance of the casino, his divine sense instantly spreading out like an invisible giant net, enveloping everything within a radius of several kilometers.

How could a mere mortal possibly escape his eyes?

He first found Catherine's staff lockers.

The cabinet door was opened, and it was completely empty; not even a change of clothes was left inside.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

This woman was quite efficient; she left without taking anything with her, and you couldn't even find a single hair in her wardrobe.

However, this was no challenge for Lin Feng at all.

His divine sense spread out again, and he caught a trace of residual aura in the wardrobe.

That was Catherine's unique scent.

Lin Feng's divine sense followed the aura and began to search, like an invisible hunting dog, swiftly traversing the skies above the entire city.

In an instant, he located the other party's position.

On the corner of the street opposite the Black Lotus Casino, there is a coffee shop called Kari.

When Lin Feng pushed open the glass door and walked in,

A languid jazz tune was playing in the café, and small groups of customers were scattered throughout.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.

Lin Feng spotted Catherine sitting in a corner booth at a glance.

At this moment, she is completely different from the image the sniper remembers.

The striking blonde hair was gone, replaced by a neat short brown hairstyle.

My skin is no longer the pale white it used to be, which had never seen the sun, but has turned into a healthy wheat color.

She was wearing a finely tailored black silk bodycon dress, her demeanor completely different from that of the casino dealer she had been before.

However, Lin Feng couldn't be fooled by his aura.

Lin Feng's lips curled into a slight smile. This old woman really has a strong mentality.

They actually dared to stand across from the casino; they've got some nerve.

Do they believe the most dangerous place is the safest? Or do they have ulterior motives?

Meanwhile, Catherine was sitting in a booth, her coffee in front of her had gone cold, but she hadn't drunk a drop.

Her right hand unconsciously stirred her coffee, her brow furrowed, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what went wrong.

Apart from the phone calls she made, there has been no news from the robbers since.

Moreover, the FBI even came to her door to arrest her.

This clearly means the mission failed.

She was pretty sure that those desperate thugs who took money to do things were probably dead inside.

Therefore, she didn't even dare to make a phone call.

Having been in this business for so many years, Catherine knows better than anyone else what's going on.

At times like these, it is crucial to avoid any unnecessary actions, as every signal could become a clue in the investigation.

She had even planned out her escape route. She only needed to sit for another ten minutes before getting up and leaving to go directly to the backup safe house.

Then they left Las Vegas using a pre-prepared fake identity.

As for that billion dollars, although it's a pity, life is more important.

As she was pondering this, she suddenly saw a familiar figure appear in her line of sight.

She froze completely.

Lin Feng.

Of course she recognized that face.

Her month-long investigation and preparation at Black Lotus Casino revealed the casino's behind-the-scenes owner and the rising power in Las Vegas.

A mysterious figure who inspires fear in countless underworld bosses.

Lin Feng was wearing a simple dark shirt, with a nonchalant smile on his face.

He walked straight toward Catherine, each step landing on her heartbeat.

Catherine's heart raced violently, and her blood felt like it was about to burst from her veins.

She quickly lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the now-cold cup of coffee in front of her, not daring to meet Lin Feng's eyes for even a second.

Her fingers trembled slightly, but she forced herself to continue stirring the coffee, trying to make herself look like an ordinary customer.

She felt Lin Feng getting closer and closer, and the oppressive feeling was like an invisible wall pressing in from all directions.

She had heard too many legends about Lin Feng.

Those who once tried to challenge his authority are now nowhere to be found, not even their bones.

Catherine had been skeptical of all of this before.

She is a highly educated rationalist, a top student from École Polytechnique in Paris, and an elite agent trained by DGSE.

She believes in plans, data, and competence, and is less inclined to believe in fantastical rumors.

But at this moment, for the first time in her life, she felt what oppression meant.

The feeling didn't come from an external threat, but from an instinctive warning.

Her brain was frantically sending out danger signals, telling her that the man in front of her was definitely not someone she could mess with.

But she dared not make any unusual moves.

She even deliberately softened her breathing, afraid that any extra movement would arouse Lin Feng's suspicion.

She was gambling, gambling that Lin Feng had just happened to walk into the coffee shop, gambling that he was just an ordinary customer who came to drink coffee.

However, Lin Feng walked up to her booth and sat down directly opposite her.

In that instant, Catherine's heart almost suffocated.

My mind went blank, and all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my heart.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his posture as relaxed as if he were catching up with an old friend.

"You're quite good at running."

Catherine looked up, her face instantly switching to an innocent and confused expression.

She had practiced this expression countless times. In the DGSE training course, she was trained to be an expert who could switch to any emotional state at any time.

Her eyes were clear yet confused, her brows slightly furrowed, and her voice carried just the right amount of surprise and bewilderment:

"Sir, what are you saying?"

Do we know each other?

Lin Feng was amused by her reaction, clicked his tongue twice, and shook his head:

"I must say, you're quite good at pretending."

"Tell me, is there anyone else behind this?"

"Who's behind this?"

Why don't I understand?

Catherine blinked, but her hand under the table had already clenched quietly, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palm, using pain to maintain her outward composure.

Lin Feng sighed, a hint of regret in his voice:

"It's a pity you didn't cherish the opportunity I gave you."

"What's a pity? I don't understand. Sir, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"You're being so unreasonable, I'm going to call the police."

Catherine maintained her innocent expression.

Looking at her like this, Lin Feng suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.

These tricks might work on ordinary people, but in his presence, Catherine's body experienced an accelerated release of adrenaline.

The tension and murderous intent deep in her eyes, which she couldn't completely conceal, were as clearly visible as a torch in the dark night.

He said no more and stood up.

This action is like a signal.

Catherine knew her disguise was pointless; in a flash, her hand reached for her waist.

A small folding knife, no bigger than the palm of her hand, suddenly appeared in her palm.

The blade reflected the dim light of the coffee shop, slicing a cold glint as it pierced straight toward Lin Feng's chest.

This slash was swift and ruthless, delivered at a tricky angle, aimed precisely at the heart.

Catherine received full close combat training at DGSE.

She had absolute confidence in her speed and precision; with this slash,

She has seen too many people collapse before they can even react.

However, she was fast, but Lin Feng was even faster.

Or rather, Lin Feng doesn't need to be fast at all.

He simply stretched out his hand casually, as if catching a fallen leaf, and used his palm to block the tip of the knife.

The knife pierced his palm.

Catherine stared wide-eyed at the sight before her in disbelief.

The tip of the knife pressed against Lin Feng's palm, yet it didn't even pierce a single inch of his skin.

What terrified her even more was that Lin Feng's fingers slowly tightened, and the small knife forged from special alloy felt like a lump of putty in his hand.

The blade was twisted and deformed by being squeezed, and the edge curled up, eventually turning into a lump of scrap metal.

Lin Feng's hand was completely unharmed.

Not even a white mark was left.

Catherine was utterly shocked.