My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 72

Armed with a clear map, Sparrow navigated swiftly toward the second ’X’ mark under the cover of darkness, moving with utmost stealth to avoid detection.

Despite the unexpected and unsettling encounters, Sparrow found solace in the silver lining—the valuable information he had gleaned. In retrospect, he deemed the temporary discomfort of witnessing such scenes a worthwhile trade-off for the insights gained. His elation was palpable, manifesting in an uncontainable grin that adorned his face.

This newfound clarity eased his task, sparing him the arduous endeavor of blindly scouring the area for potential vantage points held by the enemy.

While the newfound clarity lessened the weight of pressure on Sparrow’s shoulders, he remained vigilant, knowing all too well that appearances could be deceiving. It was entirely possible that what he had stumbled upon was merely a decoy, or that the lookout and snipers had relocated for reasons unknown.

Such uncertainties compelled him to maintain his guard, ever watchful for any unforeseen developments.

However, a thought struck Sparrow: the enemy likely possessed a radio. Realizing this, he decided to take a momentary break on one of the rooftops to replenish his energy reserves. Constantly utilizing his wind ability to navigate the rooftops had drained him of spiritual energy, necessitating a brief respite to regain his strength so this was just the perfect opportunity for him to snoop around.

As Sparrow rested, he retrieved the food he had intended to eat earlier and settled in. With a flick of a switch, he activated the radio, tuning in to listen for any chatter among the other lookout positions while he indulged in his meal.

As anticipated, the other lookout personnel grew weary during the long night of vigilance, prompting them to engage in casual conversation over the radio to stave off boredom.

"Looks like Johnson and Rick are still at it, huh?" One of the voices chuckled teasingly over the radio.

"Well, what do you expect when you’ve got two horny mutts in the same spot?" Another voice chimed in, dripping with disdain.

"Hey, lighten up. Being cooped up here without any female company is driving us all crazy," the other man remarked nonchalantly.

"Hmph! That’s no excuse for fooling around with each other," came the retort.

"Hey, cut them some slack. Even I’m resorting to self-pleasure to keep sane. At least, they’ve got each other’s backs," the other man chuckled, his laughter echoing through the radio.

Listening to their conversation, Sparrow couldn’t shake the memory of what he had witnessed earlier. Suddenly, the food in his mouth seemed flavorless, almost like wax, and he lost his appetite instantly, though he managed to suppress any urge to retch.

After the hysterical laughter subsided on the other end of the radio, the man continued with a more serious tone. "But on a serious note, what do you reckon young master is scheming?"

Another voice interjected into the conversation. "What, you’re getting cold feet? The Winters reign has come to a close. It’s the Colton family’s turn to ascend and steer us into a new era. Besides, who even remembers Duke Winters? For all we know, he’s already been turned into one of those monsters," the voice declared with a tone of condescension that grated on Sparrow’s nerves.

Nevertheless, he made a conscious effort to suppress his emotions, particularly now that he was beginning to grasp the bigger picture of what was unfolding.

Observing the lack of further communication from the other end, Sparrow breathed a sigh of relief, though his heart continued to race. He found solace in the fact that the individuals on the other side were well-acquainted with the habits of those two men. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}