Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 220: The Talon Of Justice

"He's in the woods! I'm following him! This way, this way ~~"

Nancy immediately signaled the police team. At the same time, she nudged Simon toward the direction indicated by the owl's calls.

But why is the tall guy carrying a rope?

Is he planning to silence Raine for good?

Nancy's heart leaped into her throat as she quickened her pace. The police officers began closing their encirclement, converging on the source of the owl's hooting.

Before long, Nancy spotted them ahead. Under the pale moonlight, the tall man stood behind Raine, a rope looped around Raine's neck, pulling backward with brutal force. He was trying to strangle Raine to death.

Simon moved instantly.

Nancy flipped on her flashlight to provide a beam of light and signaled the rest of the team. In the moonlight, Simon's silhouette seemed to move as if time had slowed down.

He took a running leap, his long legs snapping open like a pair of iron shears, precisely locking around the necks and shoulders of the two struggling men. The sheer momentum of the impact sent all three of them crashing to the ground.

As they fell, Simon's core strength exploded. Using the momentum of the drop, he executed a fierce twist.

"Ugh—"

The two criminals felt the world spin. Their necks were locked in a specialized hold, and the force of Simon's flying armbar completely neutralized their ability to resist. They hit the ground with a heavy, muffled thud.

Simon immediately reached for his handcuffs, preparing to link the two suspects together. Another officer rushed in to assist.

Just then, the owl's sharp hooting pierced the air: "The tall one has a needle in his hand!"

"Get back!"

Nancy screamed the warning the exact second she heard it. "Stay away from the tall one!"

Simon's reaction was instantaneous. He rolled off the suspects, dragging Raine away from the tall man. At the same time, he used his shoulder to shove the assisting officer aside, clear of the danger zone.

Nancy watched in awe. Simon's reflexes were like a high-end multi-core processor.

Seeing his hidden weapon exposed, the tall man's face flashed with pure shock. He didn't have time to wonder how Nancy knew; he scrambled to his feet and bolted into the trees!

But the rest of the officers were right on time. They formed a tight circle, cutting off his escape.

Nancy shouted, "Careful! He has a needle! It's some kind of poisoned weapon!"

Recalling that this man was likely the source of the toxins, Nancy's suspicion grew. "It's probably poisonous! Don't let it touch you!"

Seeing his secret weapon revealed by Nancy, the tall man's expression turned desperate. With a look of grim finality, he raised the needle, aiming for his own neck!

At that moment, the owl dove from the sky with a sharp hoot. It used its beak to deliver a savage peck to the back of the man's hand.

"Agh!"

The man cried out in pain and his grip loosened. The object hit the ground with a "clack."

The other officers swarmed in and cuffed him, while Simon brought Raine over in restraints. Nancy shone her light on the ground to inspect the "needle."

It was a miniature syringe. The liquid inside was colorless.

Nancy's heart skipped a beat. Is that ricin inside the syringe?

She had researched the toxin earlier that day. A tiny injection like that, if it hit someone, could lead to limb amputation even with immediate medical care.

The owl had truly saved the day.

"Hoot, hoot~"

The hero of the night landed gracefully in front of Nancy. Its large, dark eyes were wide and curious. Nancy finally got a good look at her helper.

It was a petite Collared Scops Owl. Its feathers were fluffy and mottled, perfectly mimicking old tree bark—the ultimate natural camouflage. The most striking features were the two tufts of feathers atop its head, which were currently twitching like a pair of cat ears. It was both cool and incredibly cute.

"Hoot, thank you so much for tonight!"

Nancy smiled and pulled a handful of handmade meat snacks from a sealed bag, placing them before the owl.

"This is a token of my gratitude. Is there anything I can do to help you in return?"

"As long as it's within my power, I'll do it!"

The Scops Owl didn't answer immediately. Enticed by the aroma, it bent its hooked beak to snag a snack, tilting its head back to swallow with gusto. After a few bites, it suddenly seemed a bit shy. Its talons shifted into an awkward "pigeon-toed" stance, and its eyes squinted into happy slits.

"Well... I... I want to find a partner."

The world of small animals is simple: eat, sleep, and make friends.

Nancy couldn't help but laugh. She never expected she'd one day be playing matchmaker for a tiny owl.