My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 553

In one swift motion, the shadowy figure leaped from the corner, soaring into the sky, their form silhouetted against the blinding sunlight.

As they ascended, the harsh light cast an eerie, elongated shadow across the ground.

The sudden movement caught the attention of Vulture’s team, and they instinctively squinted against the glare.

Realizing the threat, they immediately raised their arms in a defensive cross, bracing themselves for whatever was about to strike, their bodies tense and prepared for impact.

"You motherfuckers!" The man shouted in fury, his voice full of raw anger.

With a sudden, swift turn, he launched a midair spinning kick aimed at the nearest target.

The force of the strike was devastating, sending the unfortunate victim flying.

Though the person attempted to brace the impact by crossing his arms defensively in front of his chest, the sheer power of the kick overwhelmed him.

He was slammed into the armored truck with a sickening thud, his back crashing against the metal with such force that he gasped in pain, struggling to recover from the impact.

"Ugh!" A muffled groan of pain echoed through the air, causing everyone to tense up, ready to strike again.

But before they could make another move, they froze, their eyes locking onto the figure.

Covered head to toe in mud, only the faint outline of their eyes and a few contours of their face were visible, barely recognizable beneath the thick, muck-covered layer.

It took a moment for the realization to hit—this person was someone they knew, someone they hadn’t expected to see in this state.

"Ah, it’s you guys?!" One of Vulture’s men exclaimed in disbelief, halting mid-attack.

His words caused the entire team to pause, their eyes shifting back to the others who had been hiding.

As they noticed the stop of gunfire from Vulture’s side, the group from the other side slowly emerged from their cover, cautiously lifting the objects they’d been holding high into the air once more.

The muddy figure turned to glance at his companions, his gaze meeting the realization that, despite their efforts, Vulture’s team still couldn’t see what was being raised in the air.

"Fuck this!" he growled, slamming his foot into the ground. "No wonder there’s been this misunderstanding!" His voice was tight with frustration as he spoke through gritted teeth.

One of Vulture’s team, still on edge, cautiously asked, "What do you mean?"

The muddy figure exhaled sharply, shaking his head in frustration. "We noticed something wasn’t right on your side, so we didn’t want to startle you by getting too close too quickly."

"We found a piece of cloth along the way, tied it to a stick, and raised it as a signal. But we didn’t consider the position of the sun, and we didn’t realize you wouldn’t be able to see it clearly."

Someone on Vulture’s team let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of their head.

They weren’t usually this clumsy, but today had been a mess.

Emotions had gotten the better of them, and in their rush, they’d overlooked key details, letting their bloodlust take over the moment they spotted a target.

The others slowly approached Vulture’s team, each of them in a similarly sorry state as the man who had first come forward.

"What happened to you guys?" someone from Vulture’s team finally asked, eyeing them with a mix of concern and confusion as they took in the sorry state of the newcomers. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}