Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 307: The Pincer Movement

"The people who went in must have provoked them! They are going to get us all killed!"

Someone shrieked, and the crowd lost its mind. Panic set in as people scrambled back, trampling over each other to get away from the treeline.

Damien turned pale. His professional act vanished instantly as he dropped his microphone and bolted.

Only Sigrid and the cameraman stayed behind. Shaking with fear, they braced themselves against the equipment to keep the heavy gear from toppling over in the chaos.

But the fleeing crowd did not get far. They stopped dead as a sight more surreal than a nightmare emerged from the fog.

Nancy was perched calmly on the back of the massive lead bull. Simon and Jerome flanked her on either side. Although they looked exhausted, their eyes were sharp, looking like knights returning from a crusade.

Behind them came the rest of the herd, a moving fortress of muscle and horn, marching with a heavy, rhythmic power that commanded the entire mountain.

The villagers stood frozen as if under a spell.

"My god... tell me I am dreaming. Is she actually riding one of those killers?" a man stammered, rubbing his eyes until they went red.

"How is that even possible? Those bulls were man-eaters a few days ago. Now they are as docile as house pets."

"If the takins did not kill that man, then what the hell happened up there?"

Sigrid, who had finally stabilized the tripod, stared at the figure on the bull’s back. Her eyes lit up with pure worship.

Oh my god! It is Nancy! She actually did it. She tamed the herd!

This was a thousand times more impressive than any video she had seen online.

Damien, realizing he was not about to be trampled, felt his predatory reporting instincts kick back in. This was not just a story; it was a career-defining exclusive.

He scrambled back to the cameraman, his voice high and shrill. "Get the shot! Now! Focus on them! Don't you dare miss a single frame!"

The police and medical teams rushed forward to meet them.

Paramedics carefully moved a frail, battered Ingrid from the bull’s back onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Meanwhile, Simon and Jerome hauled Howard down. The handcuffs clicked shut, and they marched the fugitive toward a waiting cruiser.

Damien saw his chance. He lunged forward, trying to shove his mic in front of the two men. "Officers! A word on the capture…"

Simon and Jerome did not even look at him. They brushed him aside with a silent wave and kept moving, leaving him standing there like an idiot.

Refusing to take the hint, Damien pivoted toward Nancy. He forced a respectful smile onto his face. "Nancy, this is incredible! As an animal consultant, you have managed to tame the kings of the mountain. Can you tell our viewers how you pulled this off?"

Before Nancy could speak, the lead bull let out a sharp, wet snort. Its voice rumbled in her ear, dripping with irritation.

"Kid, my ears catch everything. This is the guy who was talking trash about you earlier. He said you were a reckless brat. That little girl over there tried to stick up for you, and he chewed her out until she almost cried."

Nancy’s gaze drifted over the Headline Live logo on Damien’s mic before landing on the red-eyed girl standing off to the side.

"You are a journalist?" she asked. Her voice was flat, impossible to read.

Damien straightened his back and flashed a practiced grin. "That is right! Damien Handerson, chief reporter for Headline Live!"

"They really let just anyone call themselves a journalist these days, do not they?"

Nancy frowned, her disappointment clear. "A man who cannot tell right from wrong would not understand the facts of this case even if I spelled them out for him."

Before he could react, Nancy turned toward Sigrid. Her expression softened, and she gestured for the girl to come closer. "You. Come here. I will give you the interview."

The case had become a circus. She needed to use the media to clear the takins' names, but she was going to choose who held the mic.

"Me? Really?"

Sigrid could not believe it. The shock wiped away every bit of her earlier hurt. She took a deep breath and, under Damien’s stunned gaze, she stepped forward and snatched the microphone right out of his hand.

Move it, old man. This is my chance.

Sigrid had practiced this scene in her head a thousand times, standing tall, mic in hand, interviewing the legendary police consultant. This is actually happening. I am actually doing it!

The cameraman did not hesitate. He swung the lens away from his boss and locked onto Sigrid. After all, she was the one who had helped him haul the heavy gear while the Chief was busy running for his life.