My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 546

"What the hell did you just say?!" Vulture’s head whipped around, his glare locking onto Sparrow.

Frustration and anger flared in his chest—not only had his attack failed miserably, but now Sparrow had the nerve to snap at him and call him a pussy.

Sparrow didn’t reply, his focus entirely on the wheel. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples as he fought to stabilize the truck, which was tilting dangerously to one side.

"That’s it!" Vulture growled, his patience snapping. But instead of firing back with words, he acted. Without warning, he threw open the door and leaped out of the moving truck.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Sparrow yelled, his voice cracking in alarm, while the man in the passenger seat shouted after Vulture in sheer disbelief.

Both watched in stunned horror as Vulture hit the ground and rolled, disappearing from view amid the chaos.

"Get back here, Vulture!" Sparrow shouted from his seat, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

The truck jolted violently, but his focus remained split between keeping the vehicle steady and yelling after his reckless teammate.

Meanwhile, Vulture hit the ground hard after his jump, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop on his knees.

His palms slapped the dirt, embedding into the ground as he steadied himself.

Fury burned in his eyes, hot and unrelenting, and his teeth clenched as his chest heaved.

The truck, the insults, the failed attacks—it all boiled over into a seething need to act.

His gaze snapped to the charging cow, its fiery horns blazing, and a grim determination took hold. If he needed an outlet for his rage, this beast would do.

To everyone else watching, it was a suicide mission. They had already seen the mutant cow’s raw power, its ability to shrug off attacks that should have at least slowed it down.

From the back of the truck, the rest of the team saw Vulture crouching in the path of destruction and shouted in unison, their voices rising in panic.

"Vulture, get out of there!"

"Vulture! What the hell are you doing?!" someone shouted from the truck, their voice filled with panic.

"Ah, shut up! I’m gonna cook this thing and turn it into a flaming steak!" Vulture bellowed, his voice echoing with raw anger as he glared at the massive mutant cow.

Standing just a few meters away from the beast, his defiance was almost palpable.

The cow’s reaction was almost human—its fiery eyes seemed to narrow, its nostrils flared, releasing bursts of steam, and the flames on its horns roared brighter as if fueled by its growing rage.

It pawed at the ground with its massive front hooves, the sound of scraping pavement sharp and menacing.

"Oh, you’re mad now?!" Vulture taunted, a cocky sneer spreading across his face.

He straightened, brushing the dirt off his knees with deliberate slowness, his gaze locked on the enraged animal.

The cow let out a guttural bellow, its muscles rippling as it crouched low, ready to charge.

Every movement screamed of its intent to obliterate the man in front of it, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut.

"Fuck you!" Vulture roared, his voice cutting through the chaos as he charged straight at the mutant cow.

The ground seemed to tremble under the sheer intensity of their collision course.

Neither backed down—both man and beast hurtling toward each other with unrelenting force.

Instead of dodging at the last moment, Vulture met the flaming horns head-on.

With a feral shout, he gripped the burning horns tightly, the searing heat scorching his palms but failing to deter him.

His feet dug into the pavement, anchoring him like an unyielding pillar as he strained to halt the beast’s relentless momentum.

His muscles bulged under his shirt, veins pulsing visibly along his arms and neck as he pushed forward with raw determination.