Resurrecting the Genius Within

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In order to escape the persistent chasers trailing him, Tony drove the black SUV recklessly across the desert, paying no attention to the path, until it disappeared into the immense stretch of sand.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly, the engine sputtering and dying out. Tony tried to start it again without success, cursing loudly and hitting the steering wheel in anger. “I’ve anticipated this.

“At the crucial moment, always dropping the ball! My luck’s been nothing but cursed. Bringing me out, Ma’am, you’re…” Truly unlucky!

Taking hold of his toolbox, Tony pivoted to inspect Isabelle behind him, only to be surprised by her state.

Yet Isabelle remained remarkably calm and composed, which eased his anxiety somewhat. Deep inside, Tony couldn’t help but think to himself. She’s just like Boss.

Then he quickly exited to repair the car.

The robot followed, assisting with lighting and inspecting the situation.

Tony began repairing the car with his tools.

Inside the car, Isabelle’s condition was grim. Her eyes shut, and she was pierced with over a dozen silver needles. Her breathing fluctuated between stable and erratic, her face a ghastly pallor that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Tony, in the midst of repairing the car, suddenly heard a strange noise. “What’s that?”

Robot George immediately directed the light towards the source, revealing over a dozen figures emerging from beneath the sand, clad in black attire reminiscent of ninjas from a certain island nation.

Tony swiftly drew the gun holstered at his waist and softly called out, “Ma’am.”

Isabelle, slowly opening her eyes, grasped the short dagger left by Moon Shadow on the seat, her gaze filled with a chilling intent.

In the vast desert, an inevitable clash ensued, with no escape in sight.

Tony was the first to fire, his marksmanship impeccable. Yet, despite his precision, the opponents skillfully dodged his consecutive shots, emptying his magazine.

agility, he couldn’t help but ponder.

Isabelle, who had stealthily exited the car, transformed into a lightning bolt, surging forth. With a graceful leap, she delivered a stunning knee strike directly to the

to

bullets, the submachine gun was knocked out of his hands by the oncoming dark

skilled but there was still a gap between him and these professional

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sand, quickly absorbed into its depths. In the darkness of the night, only deeper

among the shadows, engaging in fierce combat with

hardly move, let alone continue fighting. Despite dispatching seven or eight adversaries in

during the skirmish, tumbling from the hill’s height of over ten

to rise in the darkness, she suddenly felt the sand beneath her

collapsed, and soon her

as she was about to lift

It was quicksand.

she struggled, the faster

herself sinking deeper into the quicksand, the sand reaching

eye.

breath, mustering all her strength to shout into the pitch–black night, “George! There’s a

“Honey, hold on!”

long mechanical arm extending towards her.

legs, but the battle–hardened Isabelle remained calm and composed,

pressing against the sand. With

for the prey to exhaust its

akin to prey trapped in a cage. Whether through a moment’s lapse or complete