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

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

It's true that people can laugh when they're speechless.

His smile faded, and Lin Feng looked at Kevin, whose forehead tattoo was particularly striking.

"roll"

Kevin's smile froze instantly, as if he had been slapped in the face without his knowledge.

His eyes darkened, and his voice lowered, carrying a threat: "Kid, you're really not giving me, Kevin, any face."

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who's in charge in this place?

Lin Feng scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the Jesus tattoo on his forehead. "Just because you have a tattoo hanging on your forehead, you think you're some kind of slut?"

"Fuck you!"

Kevin was completely enraged, and veins throbbed on his forehead.

He took a sudden step closer, almost spitting out a threat through gritted teeth, "You think you're so great just because you can fight?"

This is America. No matter how strong your fist is, can it be stronger than a bullet?

Believe it or not, I only need to say one word: the moment you step out of prison, it will be your death...

However, before his last threatening syllable had even fully faded, he was still uttering it.

Kevin felt a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible force suddenly pressed down on the back of his head.

There was simply no time to react.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Kevin's skull slammed solidly into the concrete steps.

Quick and efficient.

Kevin didn't even utter a sound before his tall body went limp and he knelt stiffly in front of Lin Feng.

A purplish-black swelling the size of an egg appeared visibly in the center of his forehead, and blood flowed down his brow bone.

He knelt there, motionless.

The whole process took less than a second.

Lin Feng didn't even stand up.

If Lin Feng hadn't caught a glimpse of the slowly rotating surveillance camera high up in the square out of the corner of his eye, he could have sent him to meet his maker with a single kick.

Dead silence.

The other prisoners, who had been secretly watching this area, all froze at this moment.

The basketball fell off the backboard and no one picked it up.

"Thump... thump... thump..." It bounced on the ground.

Kevin's three henchmen were deathly pale, their throats felt like they were being choked by an invisible hand, and they could only manage to swallow with difficulty.

They had witnessed Lin Feng's prowess firsthand. The 300-pound bulldozer Delong was like a chick in his hands, and even a seasoned thug like Kevin couldn't utter a sound in front of him.

They had no doubt that without surveillance, Kevin's head would have exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Outside of prison, they might be able to make up for the gap by having more people and guns.

But within these high walls, under the rule of bare hands, this Chinese man before them was practically a walking, humanoid beast, an undisputed synonym for invincibility.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Lin Feng. They didn't dare to move unless Lin Feng spoke.

Lin Feng glanced at Kevin, who was sprawled on the ground, and then looked up at the three silent followers.

His tone was impatient: "Get out of here, drag this idiot away, and throw him far away."

Yes, yes, yes.

The three men, as if granted a pardon, rushed forward in a flurry. Two lifted Kevin's arms, and one lifted his foot, afraid that if they were too slow, they would anger Lin Feng, the god of death.

The entire exercise square seemed to have been muted.

All the prisoners, whether they were playing ball, taking a walk, or chatting, stopped what they were doing and secretly focused their eyes on Lin Feng.

When Lin Feng's calm and unwavering gaze slowly swept across the entire room, no one dared to meet his eyes. Almost everyone subconsciously lowered their heads or looked away.

The basketball rolled alone to the sidelines, and no one went to pick it up.

Lin Feng frowned, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable penetrating force: "Damn it, why are you all looking at me? Go play your game, go do whatever you're doing!"

Yes, yes, yes.

"Let's play ball!"

The prisoners quickly got to work.

With Lin Feng as the center, an invisible vacuum zone was formed within a radius of ten meters, and no prisoner dared to approach it.

Just then, Li Honggang, with a stooped back and a fawning smile on his face, scurried over.

Behind him followed three white prisoners, all young, wearing the same orange prison uniforms, their expressions a mixture of tension and anticipation.

"Brother Lin," Li Honggang stopped in front of Lin Feng, pointed to the three people behind him, and said in a low voice, "These three want to follow you."

The three immediately stepped forward, bowing somewhat awkwardly but with utmost solemnity to Lin Feng, and in unison called out in extremely broken Chinese, "Boss."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, then waved his hand: "No, stop."

I won't be staying here for long; I'll be leaving soon.

I have no interest in forming cliques or recruiting followers in prison.

"Besides, following me?" He smiled, glancing meaningfully in the direction Kevin had been dragged away. "When I leave, you'll be the ones who suffer."

The white man on the left, about thirty years old, had a mature appearance. The most striking feature was that he was missing his left ear, leaving only a healed, somewhat grotesque scar.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, he not only did not back down, but his eyes became even more determined. He took half a step forward and said urgently in fluent English, "Boss, my name is Matthew."

I truly want to follow you; you are the strongest person I have ever met in my life.

"Please give me a chance, I'm willing to do anything for you!" His tone was almost pleading.

Lin Feng didn't immediately agree. Instead, he looked him over with interest and asked, "Oh? So why were you here?"

Matthew immediately replied, "Steal a car, boss."

He got caught red-handed stealing a car.

"What kind of car are you stealing?"

"The Japanese devils' cars, Lexus."

Li Honggang, who was standing nearby, chimed in at the right moment, explaining to Lin Feng, "Brother Lin, you might not be familiar with the market situation."

In the US and Canada, Lexus cars are practically like mobile gold mines to car thieves.

If you don't park it in your own garage, it's like throwing tens of thousands of dollars in cash out on the street for someone to pick up.

Matthew nodded repeatedly, "Yes, boss."

This is mainly because Toyota's in-vehicle encryption system was leaked on a large scale several years ago. Encrypted data packets for models like Lexus could be downloaded directly online.

"We only need to use a special device, plugged into the OBD interface (on-board diagnostic system), and in ten minutes, or even less, we can set up the anti-theft system and drive the car away. It's very convenient."

Lin Feng had heard a little about the rampant car theft in Europe and America.

Physical defenses like steering wheel locks, which have disappeared in the country, still have a market here.

Lin Feng looked at Matthew and asked the crucial question: "What can you bring me?"

Or rather, why should I accept you?

Matthew perked up, knowing this was his chance to shine, and quickened his pace: "Intelligence, boss!"

I can provide you with all sorts of information about the prison.

For example, Kevin, whom we just talked about, is the second-in-command of the West Side Bloods in Las Vegas, and is specifically responsible for liaison and "business".

The Blood Gang has more than forty members and wields considerable power; moreover, they are a branch of the Bald Gang.

"You dealt with him today, but the Blood Gang and the Bald Gang definitely won't let it go. You need someone to keep an eye on their movements for you."

Lin Feng remained noncommittal, only saying, "I told you, I can't stay for more than a few days."

Matthew gritted his teeth, pointed to his missing left ear, and a deep-seated hatred flashed in his eyes: "Boss, I have a grudge against 'Bulldozer' Delon."

It was a deep-seated hatred; he cruelly cut off my ear.

"Just because I accidentally bumped into him when I came in, and I didn't apologize right away."

His voice trembled slightly with excitement and recollection. "Today in the laundry room, you dealt with him, which was like avenging me."

So, from that moment on, you are my boss.

Whether you stay here for a day or a year, I'll accept it.

Lin Feng looked at the genuine hatred and gratitude in his eyes and pondered for a moment.

It seems clever enough and knows a bit of "technology," so it might be useful.

Don't try to establish connections randomly.

Lin Feng waved his hand, his tone still calm, "I dealt with him simply because I don't like Lao Hei, it has nothing to do with you."