Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 173: The Capture

On second thought, the fact that this young girl could be praised by the internal police force meant she really did have some genuine skill.

Just then, Simon's cold and low voice came through the receiver, carried by the whistling wind. "I'm closing in, preparing for interception!"

Nancy gripped her phone, listening to the rushing wind on the other end. Her heart suddenly leaped into her throat.

At that moment, a caw from Master Crow came from Nancy's other phone. "Miss Nancy, Little Fatty says the criminal has something hidden in the lower left part of his jacket!"

The little fat bat added urgently, "I scanned the criminal's jacket with my sonar!"

"He has something hidden in the lower left part of his jacket. One end is sharp and thin; it looks completely different from the meat and bone next to it!"

A bat is like a radar; it can "see" the shape of objects through echoes. Hearing Little Fatty's description, Nancy's heart skipped a beat.

Something sharp and thin! This criminal was hiding a knife in the lower left of his jacket!

Nancy immediately passed this vital intelligence to Simon. "The criminal has a knife hidden in the lower left side of his jacket. Be extremely careful! Watch out for a close-quarters sneak attack!"

At that moment, deep within the old alleys, Simon was moving at high speed. His eyes were locked onto the real-time movement trajectories sent back by Master Crow and the little bat on his phone screen, while his ears caught his sister's urgent warning. He only gave a quick, sharp reply: "Got it!"

Before his voice had even faded, he suddenly accelerated, leaping over a stack of discarded wooden crates and landing almost soundlessly. Then, he ducked sideways past a low-hanging clothesline without stopping, directly stepping on the protruding bricks of a corner to vault over a low wall. His silhouette moved continuously through the darkness, fast and steady, like a silent wind piercing through the intricate maze of old buildings and alleys.

Simon added one more sentence in a low voice, his breath not even slightly disturbed: "Don't worry!"

Meanwhile, the criminal in the gray hoodie was still huffing and puffing as he fled for his life, exhausted to the point of stumbling and swaying. He had no idea he was being "monitored from the sky" by a round, little fat bat!

Little Fatty flapped his wings like a soft ball of fluff, weaving nimbly through the narrow alleys. Though he was pudgy and round, he was anything but clumsy in flight. With a twist of his body, he bypassed clotheslines; with a tuck of his neck, he zipped through piles of clutter. He was like a professional "mini-flight-drone," silently tailing the target.

As he flew, the once insecure Little Fatty grew more and more delighted. Wait? This human... doesn't seem to be as fast as me!

The more he flew, the more energetic he became, closely tailing the person Nancy had told him to watch. His heart bubbled with joy: I'm not a clumsy little fatso at all; I'm a super-agile bat hero!

This chase didn't exhaust Little Fatty; instead, it helped him find the joy of flying and a massive sense of confidence!

Higher up, Master Crow spread his black, satin-like wings, calmly circling over the entire alley district. His bird's-eye view was like a Marauder's Map, clearly "downloading" the intricate alleys, discarded trash cans, and clotheslines into his mind. Crows are born with telescopes; they can even see hamburger wrappers and takeout bags on the ground from forty or fifty meters in the air!

Suddenly, Master Crow's pupils locked onto a key piece of information. "Tell Simon to turn right at the third fork ahead—it's a dead end! The criminal will pass through there! Simon, flank him from the left and block him off!"

Nancy replied, "Got it!"

She immediately relayed Master Crow's intelligence clearly. Simon gave a low grunt: "Received!"

Just then, the distant sound of either a siren or an ambulance echoed faintly. The sound grew closer, and the criminal, who had been stopping and starting, shuddered in fear and began to bolt again like a startled bird!

The moment he scrambled through the third fork and was about to turn right into the dead end, a dark shadow lunged out from the other side of the junction like a bolt of lightning!

Simon cut him off, leaping into the air and delivering a fierce flying kick directly to the man's chest and abdomen. The criminal let out a muffled groan as he was kicked uncontrollably deep into the alley.

The criminal struggled to get up, a vicious glint in his eyes as his right hand suddenly reached for the lower left side of his waist. But Simon had already anticipated his move!

At almost the same instant, Simon pounced like a leopard, his right hand accurately snatching the wrist of the hand reaching for the knife and twisting it with force! The criminal screamed in pain as the blade clattered to the ground. Without missing a beat, Simon pinned the man's arms behind his back, pressing a knee into his spine to completely immobilize him on the ground. The entire sequence of movements was fluid, fast, and ruthless.

In less than five seconds, the criminal was handcuffed and unable to move. Simon leaned over to pick up the fallen knife, his voice as calm as ever:

"Target secured. Captured red-handed with the evidence."