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

Li Honggang leaned close to Lin Feng and whispered quickly, "Brother Lin, I just noticed that those five Japanese devils haven't shown up since they went back to their cells for roll call after the free time ended."

"I guess he saw Wu Haozhe and the other two following you, and he got nervous, afraid of being cornered and retaliated against in a place like the bathroom, so he probably just hid and didn't come out."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng sneered, "Those little devils are incredibly cunning."

Hide? You can hide for a day, but you can't hide forever.

Unless they can stay in jail until they're released.

He stopped lowering his voice, his gaze sweeping over the prisoners in the bathroom who were still anxiously glancing at him, and said again, "Who shared a cell with those five Japanese devils? Step forward."

A slight commotion arose in the crowd, and soon two burly white prisoners and a Mexican prisoner with a fierce face emerged from different corners.

"Boss, there's a Japanese guy in my cell."

"I'm also in jail..."

They looked on nervously, unsure of what this ruthless man was thinking, but they answered honestly nonetheless.

Lin Feng looked at the three men and gave them a calm but authoritative order: "Very good. When you get back, take good care of those five little devils."

Remember, the heavier the better, and the more creative the better.

He paused deliberately, "Let them feel your enthusiasm, understand?"

The three prisoners were taken aback at first, then realized what was happening, and their faces showed a knowing smile mixed with a cruel grin.

Such tasks are not uncommon in prison, especially when they are personally assigned by a big shot like Lin Feng, which makes them even more motivated.

The prison reveres the strong, and Lin Feng is the strongest.

"Understood, boss!"

"Don't worry, boss, I'll handle it perfectly!"

"We guarantee they'll be blown away by the taste of cigars, they'll know what it's like to have a cigar."

Lin Feng waved his hand, as if shooing away flies: "What are you all standing there for? Go take a shower if you need to, go do whatever you need to do."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Please go first, boss!"

"Yes, yes, boss, you go first."

The prisoners felt as if they had been granted a pardon and readily agreed to give up the best spots and the ones with the strongest water flow.

Lin Feng ignored the deliberate flattery and walked to an empty showerhead, turning on the cold water valve.

The cool water washed over my body, washing away the small amount of bloodstains on my skin.

That kick was perfectly controlled, precisely damaging Kevin's thoracic nerves.

Even if modern medicine can save his life, he will most likely spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and whether he can take care of his own bodily functions will be a problem.

In the dog-eat-dog world of gangsters, a disabled person who loses their ability to act often suffers a fate worse than death.

The Blood Gang wouldn't keep a burden, and his former enemies wouldn't let go of this opportunity to kick him while he was down.

Kevin is actually already dead; it's only a matter of time.

Matthew stood shrewdly near Lin Feng, like a gatekeeper, and growled at the other prisoners who were still peeking, "What are you looking at?"

The boss is taking a shower, so everyone fucking turn their faces away.

"If anyone looks like that again, I'll gouge their eyes out."

Amidst the rushing water, all the prisoners, no matter how arrogant they usually were, obediently turned around, facing the wall or the shower stall, not daring to peek in the slightest.

The only sounds in the bathroom were the chaotic splashing of water and the occasional faint groans of the injured man on the floor.

Lin Feng simply rinsed off, turned off the water, dried himself with a towel, changed into clean prison clothes, and went outside.

The suffocating silence in the bathroom was only broken when his footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The prisoners, as if reborn, dared to breathe a sigh of relief and begin to talk in hushed tones.

Lin Feng's presence was incredibly intimidating.

Many people stared in shock at the bloodstains on the ground, diluted by water but still horrifying, and recalled their experience of being forced to do it, feeling a wave of fear.

Some people even worried that their fingerprints would be left on those makeshift murder weapons, so they repeatedly rinsed the tools with hot water or scrubbed them vigorously with soap.

Not long after Lin Feng left, several new prisoners, unaware of what was going on, came to take a bath.

As soon as they opened the bathroom door, the strong smell of blood and the prisoners lying on the floor terrified them, and they immediately went out to report to the prison guards.

Upon receiving the alarm, the on-duty prison guards did not dare to delay and immediately gathered their men, who rushed into the bathroom fully armed.

When they saw Kevin and the other eight in such a miserable state, even those who had seen a lot of prison violence couldn't help but gasp in horror.

"Quickly, take him to the infirmary."

"Notify Captain Selena!" The prison guard in charge, his face ashen, directed the prisoners to help carry the person while quickly reporting the incident.

The other prisoners who hadn't left the bathroom were also sternly reprimanded, hurriedly rinsed off the soap, wrapped in towels, and sent back to their cells.

The injured were carried to the medical room one after another.

The evening shower time, which should have been lively and bustling, ended abruptly.

Prison medical clinic.

Prison doctor Elizabeth Sarah watched as eight bloodied figures were carried in one after another.

The injuries were much more serious than she had anticipated.

The seven people were in a semi-comatose or painful shock state, their bodies covered with cuts and punctures of varying sizes and depths, stained with blood.

What's more complicated is that, after initial examination, almost everyone had multiple fractures—arms, ribs, leg bones, and even the spine.

The situation is very pessimistic.

There was only one prisoner whose injuries were relatively minor, or rather, who was still conscious.

While directing the nurses to perform emergency wound cleaning, hemostasis, and immobilization, Sarah frowned and asked the still-speaking prisoner, "What happened? Who beat you up like this?"

The man's face was contorted with extreme pain and fear. Upon hearing the question, Lin Feng's image appeared in his unfocused eyes, and his voice became hoarse and trembling: "It was that Chinese man in 3792. He's a demon. He's the one who hit us. He even forced everyone to stab us with knives."

Sarah's originally kind eyes instantly turned cold.

"How could Lin Feng defeat so many of you by himself?"

It seems you may have a concussion and be experiencing hallucinations.

He then said to the nurse next to him:

"This person is hallucinating. Give him a sedative to stabilize him and prepare to transfer him to the hospital."

The prisoner's bloodied and mangled face was now filled with shock and disbelief.

why?

They wanted to resist, but had no strength at all.

After an injection of a sedative, the injured man quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Sarah had mixed feelings.

Lin Feng's strength and ruthlessness once again exceeded her expectations.

But at the same time, an indescribable emotion, a mixture of excitement and a desire to conquer, was also growing in his heart.

This man is as dangerous as a volcano that could erupt at any moment, yet he exudes a deadly attraction.

Selena received a report immediately that a large-scale vicious fight had broken out in the bathroom, with multiple people seriously injured.

With a livid face, she rushed to the infirmary as fast as she could.

Seeing the eight unconscious prisoners on the examination bed, especially Kevin's obviously abnormal spinal angle and ashen face, Selena frowned.

"What exactly happened, doctor?"

She suppressed her anger and questioned Sarah, who was busy at work.

Sarah didn't even look up. While treating her wounds, she reported in a professional, emotionless tone: "The preliminary assessment is that this is a group conflict that resulted in multiple serious injuries."

All eight injured suffered severe blunt force trauma and stab wounds from sharp objects.

I can handle surface injuries, but the core issue is that they almost all involve complex fractures, requiring immediate surgery.

In particular, this prisoner's neurological function is preliminarily assessed to be likely permanently damaged, with a high probability of lifelong paralysis.

A detailed examination at the hospital is needed to determine the exact situation.

"Contact the partner hospital immediately and arrange for a transfer for emergency treatment!" Selena ordered without hesitation.

"Yes, Captain."

The prison guards nearby immediately ran to arrange for an ambulance and escort personnel.

Selena turned to Sarah, her gaze sharp: "Was it that 3792 again, your damned lover Lin Feng?"

Sarah then stopped what she was doing, took off her blood-stained gloves, and calmly looked at Selena: "I wasn't there at the time, how could I possibly know who did it?"

By the time the prison guards arrived, the fight had already ended.

Based on the victim's vague accusations and the evidence at the scene, it appears to be more like a chaotic brawl involving hundreds of people.

As for why it has grown to this scale, that seems to be within your jurisdiction.

"Captain Selena, maintaining order in the prison area and preventing a large-scale riot seems to be your primary responsibility."

Her words carried a subtle hint of detachment and a businesslike indifference.

"A riot involving hundreds of people?" Selena found it hard to believe.