My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 560

Vulture didn’t relent, relentlessly swinging his hammer with precision and purpose. Despite his relentless assault, he maintained tight control over his strength, ensuring he killed only as many mutated pigs as necessary.

The rest he deliberately spared, leaving them alive to be captured and brought back.

"Hurry up! Get the mutated animals out of the space now!" Vulture roared, his voice commanding urgency as he felled the last mutated pig.

Without wasting a moment, the STAU members, still perched in the trees, quickly followed his orders. They didn’t even bother climbing down, hastily retrieving the mutated animals from their storage.

A moment later, the creatures they had painstakingly captured emerged, visibly weak and on the brink of death.

Fortunately, several of the Winters’ men, equipped with strong offensive and defensive abilities, stepped in to assist Vulture.

Some provided crucial support, enabling the group to finish the task swiftly. Without their help, all the hard work they had put into capturing the other types of mutated animals might have been for nothing.

"Captain! This one’s on the verge of dying—its mouth is already foaming!" one of the Winters’ men called out, catching Vulture’s attention.

He pointed to one of the mutated chickens that appeared to be in critical condition.

Right on cue, the STAU descended from the trees and immediately rushed to check on the mutated animals. They inspected each one thoroughly, administering a few drops of a vial containing blue liquid to stabilize the creatures and ensure they wouldn’t succumb to their condition.

It was a calculated risk to have stored the animals in their spatial spaces earlier. Leaving them exposed on the ground could have resulted in their deaths at the hands of the rampaging mutated pigs.

In hindsight, they agreed that it was better to play it safe than regret the loss of their hard-earned captures.

Aside from temporarily storing the mutated animals in their spaces, they had no other viable option.

Without specialized equipment like spare oxygen masks, they could only let the mutated animals endure a bit of discomfort for a short while.

"Check on the surviving mutated pigs and make sure they stay alive. As for the ones that are already dead, store them away—we’ll take them back with us," Vulture instructed, his voice firm.

He swung his massive hammer in the air a few times before resting it on his shoulder, scanning the group with a sharp gaze to ensure he hadn’t overlooked anything in his orders.

"Alright, we’ve got everything we need. Let’s get ready to head back once you’re finished with this batch!" Vulture commanded after a brief pause.

Without wasting time, the team began hauling the unconscious mutated pigs out of the forest.

They didn’t bother with planks or other equipment; instead, they grabbed the pigs by their hind legs and dragged them along the ground, leaving visible drag marks behind.

No one cared about the marks, not after the pigs had nearly killed them. Besides, time was of the essence—they needed to return to base before nightfall so they could deploy the bees to search for Sparrow.

After reaching a clearing with a dirt road, the STAU swiftly pulled five trucks out of their spaces. Before boarding, they carefully removed the animals still fitted with specialized oxygen muzzles and large oxygen tanks.

Since the animals were still unconscious, the team loaded them into the trucks and secured them tightly. However, they realized they were short one truck intended for smaller animals that were placed in isolated pods.

Forced to improvise, they collectively cut down more trees from the surrounding area to craft additional planks.

With everyone’s cooperation, the task was completed faster than expected, but it was already past noon by the time they finished.

While most of the team worked on the planks, the STAU members, lacking the strength or agile hands for heavy labor, took charge of preparing lunch.

They washed and chopped vegetables, prepared the meat, and set the rice to cook on one side of the clearing. Meanwhile, two or three of the Winters’ men stood guard, keeping a vigilant watch over the perimeter to ensure everyone’s safety.

When pass lunch arrived, the STAU was done cooking beef curry and deep fried some tonkatsu, they then serves a big bowl of rice with beef curry on top and then on top of it was a big egg omelet and then the tonkatsu on top.

The food was still steaming, its enticing aroma wafting through the clearing and making everyone’s mouths water.

After working nonstop since morning and facing life-threatening dangers at every turn, the team was beyond famished. Their stomachs twisted in hunger as they eagerly awaited the long-overdue meal.

As soon as the food was served, the Winters’ men, along with Vulture, wasted no time.