Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 240: The Aerial Interrogator

The officer's face flushed with anger. "This is a large-scale event reported according to regulations. We are performing our official duties!"

Just then, a gray shadow streaked across the sky.

The African Gray parrot, leading its "Mediation Squad," landed steadily on Nancy's shoulder. Nancy seamlessly held the megaphone up to its beak. "Go ahead. Show them."

A clear, booming reprimand immediately erupted from the speaker:

"Old man! You're quite the storyteller, aren't you?"

"Spouting lies the moment you open your mouth—do you think the police station is run by your family?"

"Slinging mud and expecting others to clean up after you? Have you no shame!"

The arguing parties and the onlookers were stunned, staring wide-eyed at this parrot that was currently delivering a passionate verbal assault.

The African Gray flapped its wings, puffing out its chest as it continued its tirade, doing its best to recall the "scripts" Nancy had taught it:

"Some people have very short lives, so they try to get ahead of everyone else in everything they do!"

The man was left speechless, trembling as he pointed at the parrot. "You... how can a bird's mouth be so foul!"

The parrot tilted its head, its beady black eyes gleaming. "Are you the kind of person who deserves to hear anything better?"

With that, it unfurled its wings and began circling low over the old man's head like a miniature bomber, looping a recorded message:

"Get in line! Get in line!"

"If you don't get in line, I'm going to poop on your head!"

That haunting voice, accompanied by the flapping of wings, surrounded the man's ears in high-definition audio, lingering long after the bird moved.

The man and his family looked up at the predatory parrot, terrified of "divine justice" falling from the sky. No longer caring about their pride, they tucked their tails and scurried to the very back of the queue.

The other small parrots nearby flapped their wings in applause. In their hearts, this "King of Roasts" was the undisputed MVP of the day.

The officers on the scene were dumbfounded. They had been worried the zoo couldn't handle such a thorny dispute, especially since their own powers of mediation were limited in non-criminal matters. They hadn't expected the park's "management level" to be so instantaneous.

The lead officer suppressed a smile and nodded solemnly. "It seems we really should take some pointers from Loren Zoo on maintaining order at large events."

The tension was dissolved in an instant by a small gray bird. With their 360-degree panoramic vision, the parrots soon sniffed out several other line-cutters. Every offender received "VIP service," with a parrot landing nearby to broadcast: "Line-cutter!" Shameless!"

Under the threat of this "avian surveillance," the queue became perfectly orderly. No one dared challenge the birds' authority, fearing they would be the next one publicly shamed.

Meanwhile, the Cockatiel was stomping its feet in frustration. It couldn't curse like the African Gray; it could only sing simple songs. It watched anxiously, wondering how it would ever win the Best Employee award from Master Crow at this rate.

Suddenly, the Cockatiel's gaze locked onto a man in the crowd wearing a peaked cap and a mask.

Something was wrong.

Taking advantage of everyone filming the parrots, the man was using a large shopping bag as a cover, reaching his hand toward a lady's backpack...

The Cockatiel took flight, its sharp eyes tracking the man. With a deft flick of his fingers, he snatched a phone from the bag!

The little bird screamed in animal language: "Miss Nancy!" Thief!"

Nancy turned at the sound.

"The one in the cap and mask!" the Cockatiel chirped. "I'm on him!"

But a second later, the thief used the crowd as cover to pass the phone to a middle-aged accomplice. The two exchanged a quick look and split up.

The Cockatiel circled frantically. "Director! He passed it off! I can't track both!"

Nancy's brow furrowed—it was an organized gang.