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

The prison guard cursed, glancing at the pained expressions on the other people's faces. "All eight of you dislocated your joints? Did you all jump off the building?"

"Oops...sir, the ground is too slippery."

"Yes, they slipped and fell, and then they piled up."

That excuse is ridiculously clumsy.

The prison guard knew perfectly well that a violent incident had occurred, but since no one had identified the perpetrator and the victim was desperately trying to cover it up, he was happy to keep things simple.

"I'll take you to the infirmary now."

However, if Dr. Sarah finds out you're lying to me, you're dead meat.

He called for help from two other prison guards to take the eight men to the infirmary.

Then, he looked at Li Honggang, who was huddled in the corner, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

"Cell 2A02, cell 3793, step forward."

Li Honggang shuddered, immediately dropping the rag and standing ramrod straight: "Yes, sir!"

"You, come with me." The prison guard said in a businesslike tone.

Seeing Li Honggang being taken away, Lin Feng paused slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Why are you looking for Li Honggang?

Could they be after me?

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was oppressive.

Li Honggang stood in the corner, his heart pounding with anxiety.

I've been wondering what I did that led to this separate investigation.

Will pushed the door open and came in, his face full of frustration and anger.

He didn't beat around the bush at all. "3793, after 3792 returned to his cell last night, did he bring anything back with him?"

Anything that isn't standard equipment in a prison cell?

Think carefully before you speak.

Li Honggang was startled by the sudden sternness and instinctively shook his head: "No, no, sir."

Brother Lin came back without bringing anything.

He cautiously asked, "Sir, did you lose something?"

Are you sure you don't?

Will took a step closer, his eyes fierce. "I'm warning you, you'd better tell the truth."

Someone saw Lin Feng hiding something.

Li Honggang swore: "It's really not true, sir, I swear."

He was taking something back to his cell; there was no way I wouldn't have seen it.

He fell asleep almost immediately last night, the light was barely off, and the cell is so small.

Will simply didn't believe it; the immense pressure of losing his service weapon had robbed him of his patience and basic judgment.

He suddenly pulled out the rubber baton from his waist and, without warning, struck Li Honggang hard on the shoulder!

"Ah!" Li Honggang tried to block it with his hand, and screamed in pain.

"Will you tell me or not, where did you hide it?" Will growled as he relentlessly lashed out with his baton.

The main impacts were on Li Honggang's back and arms.

Li Honggang was beaten until he rolled on the ground, howling in pain, but he kept repeating the same phrase: "I really didn't see it, sir, spare my life!"

A few minutes later, Will stopped, panting heavily. Looking at Li Honggang, who was curled up on the ground trembling and with bruises all over his face, he knew that continuing to beat him would be pointless.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Get out, get out."

Li Honggang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the interrogation room.

The burning pain on his body was a stark reminder of the cruelty of prison.

When the other prison guards saw Li Honggang's injuries, they took him to the infirmary.

In the medical room, Dr. Elizabeth Sarah had just finished a preliminary examination and emergency treatment of the eight large black men.

To her shock, all of these people had shoulder dislocations and showed signs of repeated dislocation reductions in recent times, which had already caused tears in the glenoid labrum.

(The cartilaginous "fence" around the glenoid fossa) This shocked and puzzled her greatly.

Habitual dislocation is inevitable in the future unless surgery is performed.

But the surgery costs a lot of money.

The prison certainly doesn't have that budget.

Just then, Li Honggang, with a bruised and swollen face and a limp, came in, leaning against the door frame.

Sarah's brows furrowed immediately.

She quickly walked over and helped Li Honggang sit down, then expertly examined the wounds on his body.

There were large bruises on his arms, shoulders, and back, with clean edges, clearly caused by repeated blows from a blunt object such as a baton.

"What happened?"

Sarah's voice was filled with suppressed anger, "Who hit you? Will?"

Li Honggang lowered his head, not daring to admit it.

"No...no."

Doctor, I accidentally tripped and fell.

"You fell?" Sarah laughed angrily, pointing to a clear, strip-shaped bruise on Li Honggang's arm that matched the width of the baton.

"Tell me, how could a fall cause these marks?"

This is the medical room; you can tell the truth here.

If Will is abusing violence, I can report it to the head of the disciplinary team.

Li Honggang's face turned ashen. He waved his hands repeatedly, speaking incoherently in his anxiety: "No, doctor, please don't!"

It was really my own carelessness; I can just apply some ointment and it'll be fine."

He knew it all too well.

If you get beaten up, just bear with it and it will pass.

If Dr. Sarah were to question Will on his behalf, it would be tantamount to telling Will that he had betrayed her.

Will is furious about losing something important; what if he retaliates later?

Will could turn around and find all sorts of ways to kill him.

He just wanted to get through the trial and see the judge as soon as possible; at this critical juncture, he dared not take any risks.

Seeing the fear in Li Honggang's eyes, which were almost pleading, Sarah understood his concerns.

While treating her wound, Sarah couldn't help but glance at the few Black men lying on the treatment beds, sighing and groaning, and then at the timid and cowardly Chinese man in front of her. Her doubts grew stronger.

She turned to Li Honggang, her tone softening, and filled with curiosity.

She pointed to the Black men, "They all say Lin Feng dislocated their arms. There were two Chinese men there, and you were in the laundry room too, is that true?"

Li Honggang stiffened, lowered his head even further, and said in a voice barely audible, "I...I was busy at the time, sorting out the clothes that needed to be washed."

"I...I didn't really pay attention to what was happening over there..."

"Fuck you! You lying son of a bitch!"

Upon hearing this, a Black man, ignoring his shoulder pain, struggled and shouted, "You were clearly watching from the side, and you even went to keep watch afterwards. You dare to say you didn't see anything?"

"Bitch, if you dare to lie again, we'll make you wish you were dead."

"Yes! That's right, I swear he was right there."

"Believe it or not, we'll get up right now and beat you to death?"

"We might not be able to beat that devil, but we can certainly deal with you!"

Faced with the angry curses and threats from the Black people, Li Honggang was terrified. He ignored his wounds, stood up abruptly, and bowed hastily to Sarah: "Doctor, I feel much better."

Thank you! I'll head back now.

After saying that, he rushed out of the infirmary without looking back, as if a demon was chasing him.

Sarah looked at the group of indignant yet fearful Black prisoners and her curiosity about the Chinese prisoner named Lin Feng.

One against eight?

All of these injuries were caused by hand, and the shoulder joints can be precisely repositioned and disassembled.

This requires terrifying speed, strength, and amazing control over one's own body and the joint structure of one's hands.

She heard that lifting Delong, who weighed 300 pounds, with one hand completely defied what she knew as the limits of human physical ability.

Could it really be the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?

She decided that she had to see for herself what kind of person Lin Feng really was.

Will was furious after being rebuffed by Li Honggang.

He pinned his last hope on Lin Feng.

Although the surveillance footage ruled out Lin Feng as a suspect, his deep-seated suspicion and intuition led him to decide to try again.

Lin Feng was taken to the interrogation room.

Will closed the door, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and tried to overwhelm the other person with his imposing presence.

Seeing that Lin Feng remained unmoved, his gaze was calm and he didn't take him seriously at all.

His voice was low and threatening, "3792, I don't want to beat around the bush with you."

Hand over the items, now, immediately.

Your roommate 3793 has already confessed that you took something that didn't belong to you last night.

Be sensible and hand it over voluntarily. I might consider pretending it never happened, and even give you some benefits.

"But if I were to find it myself..." He paused deliberately, his eyes fierce, "then the situation would be completely different. You would be charged with additional crimes, and doubling your sentence would be the least of your worries."

I will make you die in prison.