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

"Lin, you have a special quality about you."

Mysterious, dangerous, and incredibly strong.

We were so curious whether Dr. Sarah had exaggerated.

We must review it ourselves.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long."

"off"

The subsequent interrogations were extremely brutal.

The cramped solitary confinement cell, coupled with the fact that the two prison guards were experts at torture, left Lin Feng in a predicament, attacked from both sides.

Before we knew it, it was almost 11 p.m.

The torture and forced confession have ended.

"Oh God"

Jaina collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Sweat soaked her golden hair and uniform shirt.

"Lin, you really are a monster."

Lin Feng didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "What are your names?"

The blonde policewoman smiled and said, "Jaina Miller, Junior Correctional Officer."

You can call me Officer Jaina, or just Jaina in private.

She winked at her.

Mira

The brown-haired policewoman continued, "Lin, tonight's interrogation experience was excellent."

Lin Feng nodded and asked casually, "By the way, your Captain Selena took special care of me."

Does she have some kind of prejudice against Asians? Or does she simply dislike me?

Jaina shook her head, becoming slightly more serious: "No, that's not it."

Captain Selena is that kind of person; she's strict with everyone.

She glanced at Lin Feng with a grin and said again, "She is especially strict with prisoners she considers to be breaking the rules."

She has a powerful background and a rather assertive style of doing things.

"Strong background? How strong?" Lin Feng asked with a hint of gossip.

Gianna lowered her voice, "She's the director's lover, so sometimes she's more confident in what she does."

Lin Feng suddenly realized, "No wonder."

Mira chimed in, with a mix of disdain and gossipy excitement: "Hey, even the director isn't doing so well anymore. Viagra isn't working too well."

Jaina, did you accidentally see that in the monitoring room too?

Jaina rolled her eyes at her, but didn't deny it, just chuckled twice.

Obviously, working in the monitoring room always means you can "unintentionally" see or hear some unknown secrets.

Once they started chatting, the two policewomen also became quite talkative.

They were filled with interest and admiration for Lin Feng's power and mystery.

As a low-level prison guard in the United States, I face high work pressure, a depressing environment, low income, and a monotonous life, leaving me feeling empty and tense.

They encountered a man like Lin Feng, who possessed a dangerous charm and could bring them ultimate satisfaction.

Like rain after a long drought, the urge to want or even possess something is exceptionally strong.

"Lin, you're amazing."

Jaina sighed again, "If there's anything we can do to help you, just ask. Like, bring in some things from outside?"

Cigarettes, snacks, or even cell phones and fentanyl can make money.

Lin Feng didn't find this kind of money-making speed appealing, therefore: "Not needed for now."

"Lin, we have the channels."

Whatever you need, we can get it for you. You can then trade it with those prisoners and make a profit.

We can split it between ourselves when the time comes.

The price can usually be ten times higher.

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised: "What? Your salaries aren't enough to cover your expenses?"

Gianna sighed and counted on her fingers, "All the money I make in a year, after taxes, is just over 5."

The monthly rent is $1800, car insurance is $420, medical insurance is $480, and utilities like water, electricity, gas, and internet add up to a huge sum.

I hesitate for ages before I can even buy some good brand cosmetics.

"I still have a daughter to raise. My ex-husband, that bastard, died from a drug overdose, and he didn't pay a single penny in child support." Her tone was full of weariness and helplessness.

Mira's situation is similar; she's young and loves to have fun, and her salary simply isn't enough to support her spending desires.

Seeing the two women's desire for money, Lin Feng smiled knowingly; money had never been a problem for him.

Being kept as a sugar daddy isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Money is no big deal." Lin Feng flipped his wrist and, as if by magic, pulled out two rolls of green US dollars from under his pillow, totaling two thousand US dollars.

"Take this first."

Jaina and Mira's eyes widened instantly, staring intently at the banknotes, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"Lin! Where did this money come from? How did you bring it in?"

"My God, you are incredible!"

Lin Feng stuffed the money into their hands, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "As long as you behave and do as I say, money is not a problem at all."

We don't need you to resell any contraband; the risks are too high and it's pointless.

"I can provide you with money if you want it; I'll ask you for anything I need later."

Lin Feng's idea was simple: just get some gold or something from the other world and sell it.

Mira, in her early twenties, blushed with excitement and clutched the banknotes tightly: "Lin, I'll do whatever you say. I'll do anything you ask."

Jaina was very satisfied. She had only intended to have a small meal, but she didn't expect to not only be able to eat her fill but also receive money, and she didn't even have to break any rules. This was too good a life.

He was extremely satisfied with Lin Feng.

"Lin, I'll listen to you too."

"It's getting late," Lin Feng reminded them, "you should go."

Staying here too long and getting discovered wouldn't be good.

Remember to turn off the security cameras next time you come.

Jaina glanced at her watch; it was indeed getting late.

Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes lingered on Lin Feng with some reluctance as she tentatively asked, "Lin, is it too late for you to rush us to leave?"

We understand.

"cheap goods"

Lin Feng couldn't help but curse.

He raised his hand and slapped her plump buttocks hard: "Damn, I didn't expect you to be such a big addict."

"Don't worry, I have the Supreme Bone, invincible."

.....

In the blink of an eye, another three days of confinement have passed.

For the next three days, Lin Feng was subjected to surprise interrogations by Jaina and Mira every night.

Their specialty was extracting confessions through torture.

After his solitary confinement ended, Lin Feng had just returned to his cell and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when Matthew rushed over nervously, stood at the door, and quickly reported in a low voice:

"Boss, news has come in from outside."

The Blood Gang's leader, "The Butcher" Carlos, has made his statement.

He said he must avenge this grudge.

He swore that the day you are released from prison, he would arrange for people to beat you to a pulp.

"You'll never leave Las Vegas."

Lin Feng was not surprised after hearing this; his expression remained unchanged, and he simply nodded.

This was within his expectations.

Kevin's downfall is a slap in the face to the Blood Gang, and they won't let it go easily.

The current situation is indeed somewhat tricky for him.

In prison, he could act with impunity thanks to his extraordinary skills.

But once they go out, they may face an ambush by modern firearms.

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife, let alone an automatic weapon.