My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 662

"Ugh!" Sparrow grunted as he bounced up and down in his seat, the rough terrain making every bump feel like a personal attack. Even as he gritted his teeth, a numbing sensation spread through his lower half.

’Fuck, my balls are gonna be battered at this rate.’ He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, but outwardly, his face remained as unreadable as ever. Inside, however, he was screaming.

’Shit! This might be worse than blue balls...’ His inner monologue spiraled off track, but only he knew the suffering he was enduring.

Thanks to his hawk-like eyesight, Sparrow could spot obstacles far ahead, allowing him to plan his moves and choose the best path before reaching them. However, annoyance prickled at him—despite his efforts, the vehicles behind them were keeping up, sticking to his bus like glue.

They were still far from the hidden base, but his patience was wearing thin. His temper was starting to flare, and the urge to confront these persistent pursuers was growing stronger with every passing second.

He wanted to blow them up, but he had no grenades or heavy weapons on hand. ’Damn it! I should’ve grabbed some weapons too!’ Only now did it hit him—he had completely overlooked stocking up on firepower. Ever since he and the others had started relying more on their awakened abilities, traditional weapons had slipped to the back of his mind.

’Wait… awakened abilities!’ The realization struck him like a slap. Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner? Frustration bubbled up inside him.

’What the hell?! Is the pain in my balls making me stupid?’ He internally roasted himself, clenching the steering wheel tighter as he tried to shake off his mounting irritation.

He took a quick glance at the side mirror— the Humvees were still trailing them effortlessly, keeping a certain distance but never losing sight of Sparrow and his people. His men, positioned at the back of the bus, were also keeping watch, their irritation growing at the persistent tail that refused to back off.

"Captain, they’re not backing off. What should we do?" one of the Winters’ men asked, sitting just behind Sparrow.

Sparrow’s eyes darkened as he responded, "Let’s find out."

Without hesitation, he yanked the wheel and swerved the bus to the side, bringing it to an abrupt stop. The sudden maneuver caught the Humvees off guard, forcing the driver to veer sharply, scraping against a tree in the process. But Sparrow and his men didn’t spare them a second thought.

Sparrow pushed open the bus door and turned to his men. "You two, with me. Be ready for a confrontation—use your awakened abilities if necessary. The rest of you, stay back and protect the civilians." _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

The Winters’ men nodded in unison, quickly falling into formation as they followed Sparrow outside.

Sparrow stepped slowly out of the bus, his expression dark and unreadable. Meanwhile, the Humvee that had collided with the tree was still functional, though dented, and the tree bore visible damage. Inside the vehicle, the passengers were rattled, some gripping their seats in fear as the driver quickly checked on them.

When the driver noticed Sparrow descending from the bus, his intense gaze locked onto them, he gave his people one last glance before stepping out as well. Behind him, the other vehicles screeched to a halt, their occupants watching Sparrow warily. Some of them exited their vehicles, moving into position to provide backup, their postures tense and ready for anything.

Then, Sparrow finally broke the silence.

"Why are you following us?" Sparrow’s voice was calm but laced with warning.

The group in front of him remained silent, their eyes scanning him with measured scrutiny. Seconds ticked by—ten, twenty, thirty—before the man Sparrow had seen at the convenience store finally spoke.

"We wanted to find out which base you’re from," he said, his tone steady. "And to see if we could join you."

Sparrow raised an eyebrow, surprised by their straightforward answer. He hadn’t expected them to be so direct.

"And why would we let you join?" he asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. "For all we know, you could be spies from another base, trying to infiltrate us and steal our resources." His words were blunt, offering no courtesy, because the possibility wasn’t far-fetched.

That was precisely why they couldn’t allow just anyone into their base. Kisha had made that clear—if he ever rescued people and wanted to bring them in, he had to take them to her first. She would determine whether they were trustworthy or not.

Sparrow wasn’t sure how she did it, but he had seen firsthand that she possessed knowledge and abilities beyond what was normal. She had predicted things before they even happened, and time and time again, she had proven to be right. That was enough for him to trust her judgment.