Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 107: Death From Above

Over a hundred herons descended from every direction, closing in on the boat.

The lead grave robber looked up in horror. "Damn it, how are we this unlucky?"

"We barely made it out alive after tripping that trap underwater, and now these birds are losing their minds?"

The second man’s voice trembled with fear. "Maybe... maybe the ancestors down there are angry?"

The third robber snapped at them, "What are you staring for? Get on the boat! This place is too creepy—let’s go!"

Right then, the lead heron gave the signal. "Ready, aim... fire!"

The birds had just finished their feast of small fish, and their systems were fully loaded. In an instant, a deluge hit the river. From a distance, it looked like a sudden rainstorm, but up close, it was a biological bombardment.

Bird droppings pelted the three robbers—hitting their heads, their faces, and their gear. It blurred their vision and assaulted their very souls.

Standing on the shore, Nancy was loving every second of it. "Heh. Talk about a crappy situation!"

The three men struggling toward the fishing boat could barely keep their eyes open under the "aerial shells." Their swimming slowed to a crawl as the stench made them want to retch.

On the boat, the driver didn't even dare to peek out to tell them to hurry. It was a complete blackout; the moment he showed his head, he’d be targeted. His vessel was now completely overrun by squawking night herons and egrets, making his head spin from the noise. He tried to fend them off with a harpoon, but it was four men against a hundred birds—the numbers were overwhelming. The birds had effectively commandeered the ship, turning it into a massive, floating nest.

The lead heron tilted its head. "Ms. Nancy, my friend who snuck into the wheelhouse says the driver is holding a round plate thing. It looks like the stuff those fortune-telling scammers use by the river, but this guy actually looks smart."

A round plate? Fortune-telling? Nancy immediately relayed this to Simon.

Simon stiffened, his expression sharpening. "Those three in the water are exhausted; they won't get far even if they try to run. We need to watch that driver. In grave-robbing circles, the lookout who scouts the site is called a 'Mountain Guardian.' They read the tombs but rarely enter them. They’re usually veteran feng shui masters and are incredibly cunning."

Nancy glanced at her empty bamboo basket. "I already sent the little water snake out. Its job is to keep an eye on that driver." The snake was small and lacked intimidation, making it the perfect underwater spy for a covert surveillance mission.

On the boat, the driver shouted desperately, "Idiots! What’s taking so long? Get on the boat! Dive and swim under!"

The three robbers, caught off guard by the initial aerial assault, were now desperately trying to dive toward the boat. But just as they kicked off, they felt something tighten around their legs. The objects were writhing and constricting like powerful, living ropes.

When they looked back, they saw thick water snakes coiled around their legs—one for each of them, perfectly distributed.

Terrified, the three men scrambled back to the surface, only to be swarmed again by the herons. Talons tore at them, sharp beaks pecked their heads, and wings flapped in their faces. With snakes below, Nancy commanding from the shore, and birds attacking from the sky, it was a total tactical encirclement. The robbers were trapped in a miserable stalemate.

Nancy quickly instructed the lead heron, "Don't kill them. Just herd them back onto the boat."

The avian army eased its offensive. The three tomb raiders finally managed to crawl onto the deck, completely spent. They collapsed there, only for the birds to perch directly on their heads, pinning them down.

"Move the boat!" they croaked.

But there was no response from the wheelhouse. A moment later, they heard a heavy splash. Realizing the situation had turned south, the experienced driver had abandoned ship and dived into the water to make his own escape, leaving his three exhausted comrades behind.

"That traitorous bastard!"

"Get off me, you damn birds!"

The three robbers lay like puddles of mud on the deck, covered in filth, their cries of despair echoing with the stench of bird droppings.

Five minutes later, the high-pitched wail of sirens approached as the Water Police speedboats tore through the waves. They screeched to a halt alongside the fishing boat.

The officers didn't even need to board aggressively; they could smell the "biological weapon" from yards away. They took control of the vessel and the suspects with zero resistance. The arrest was simple, if a bit unpleasant. The smell on the boat was overpowering, and the three suspects looked like they had been dragged through a sewer.