Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 94: The Feathered Kingpin

A keeper tried to rush forward to close the windows.

However, before he could even reach the ledge, he locked eyes with a Golden Eagle. The sheer intensity of the bird's gaze sent him stumbling backward, landing hard on his backside.

The Golden Eagle stood motionless by the window like the grand commander of this prison break, its sharp eyes surveying everything with icy detachment. It looked like a gang leader—the Godfather of the avian underworld.

Locked in that stare, the keeper didn't dare move a muscle, terrified of what "The Godfather Eagle" might do if he provoked him.

Ginnie had just finished flushing her eyes. The moment she opened them and saw her entire inventory of animals staging a mass exodus, her vision went dark. She felt like she might actually faint.

She shrieked at the staff, "Catch them! Bring them back! What am I paying you for?!"

The keepers, however, were trembling in the face of the fierce "Avian Mob." They were there for a paycheck, not to risk their lives. They put up a half-hearted, performative resistance, moving slowly and staying well out of range of the birds.

Ginnie stamped her feet in fury and prepared to chase them down herself. But as she took her first step, she heard a frantic tap-tap-tap of a rapid gallop behind her.

It was accompanied by a strange, murderous sound... a heavy, menacing huffing? "Die you filthy bitch!"

The little alpaca delivered a precision "Alpaca Flying Kick" directly into the back of Ginnie’s knees!

Ginnie performed a perfect face-plant, sliding half a meter across the floor. The alpaca retracted its hoof elegantly—a silent hero leaving no name behind. It had been secretly practicing its footwork for two months just for this moment of revenge!

The shot of Dexamethasone Ginnie had given the alpaca earlier had provided it with just enough artificial energy to deliver that kick. The alpaca charged ahead, serving as the vanguard and lead scout for the other animals as they fled.

Jack, dressed in his sharp suit, arrived at the entrance of the petting zoo only to be greeted by a scene of total chaos. Dozens of animals were stampeding out of the facility.

He froze for a second before spotting Ginnie on the ground and rushing to her side. Jack grabbed a broom to ward off the woodpeckers harassing her and helped her to her feet.

Ginnie’s eyes were red with desperation as she grabbed Jack’s sleeve. "Stop them! Those animals and their permits cost me hundreds of thousands!"

Jack’s gaze sharpened, instantly locking onto the alpaca leading the riot. He moved like a bolt of lightning, lunging forward with his hand outstretched to seize the animal by the neck—

A piercing avian cry tore through the air.

Three black shadows burst through the window, moving so fast they left trails in the air. Three Peregrine Falcons suddenly occupied the space around Jack—one on each shoulder and one hovering directly above his head—like three divine guardians.

The Peregrine Falcon is one of the fastest birds on the planet, a top-tier predator. Their sharp beaks were inches from Jack’s eyes; he could feel the hot breath of the raptors.

Jack’s muscles tensed, and his breathing nearly stopped.

Peregrine Falcons. National Grade I Protected Species.

In the legal world, these were known as "Life-Sentence Birds." If he so much as scratched one of these "lords," he’d be looking at a minimum of five years in prison. And now, there were three of them!

As a professor of criminal investigation, Jack had captured countless outlaws. But this was the first time he had encountered a literal "outlaw" that was protected by the state—and could fly!

He was completely powerless.

Jack remained frozen in a rigid posture, forced to watch as the alpaca led the animals away with an arrogant swagger. The damn alpaca even paused to look back at him, its eyes filled with a clear, taunting message. Come and get me.

Master Crow had pre-planned the escape route days in advance. The alpaca led the animals down the fire escape stairs, avoiding the main areas of the office building to minimize human interference.

Squeak! Squeak!

The mice in the fire escape had already been bribed by Nancy. A group of highly disciplined rodents acted as tour guides for the escaping army. "This way! Stay away from the cameras!"

The lead mouse flicked its tail, and the alpaca immediately led the charge. It moved with a defiant, rhythmic gait that screamed "I'm free!"

Rabbits and foxes hopped along, and the Call Ducks moved their stubby legs at record speed. Even the capybara moved faster than it ever had in its life—which was to say, slightly faster than a stationary potted plant. Fortunately, a King Cobra sent by Nancy acted as its bodyguard, coiling around it to ward off anyone who might try to grab the slow-moving creature.

Under the guidance of the mice, the animals successfully bypassed the building's security. To be fair, the security guards were mostly retired men who couldn't hope to catch an alpaca, let alone fight off a stampeding zoo.

One by one, they emerged from the fire exit at the rear of the building, heading toward the rendezvous point Nancy had designated.

Newgen Industries Plaza.

The commercial area surrounding the Cuties Petting Zoo was a high-traffic zone, often patrolled by Special Police units. Today, two officers in black tactical gear stood at their post, weapons at their sides, standing as still as statues—a pair of disciplined sentinels in the middle of the urban bustle.