Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 427 Escaping the Assassins

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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

a lightning bolt, surging forth. With a graceful leap, she delivered a stunning knee strike directly to the chest of the dark figure, sending them

around to retrieve weapons from

was knocked

a gap between him and these

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the sand, quickly absorbed into its

figure darted and weaved among the shadows, engaging in fierce

the brink of collapse, her internal organs haemorrhaging, could hardly move, let

kicked down a slope during the skirmish, tumbling from the hill’s height of over ten metres and crashing onto the sandy

briefly dimmed, with no time for respite. As she struggled to rise in the darkness, she suddenly felt the

collapsed, and soon her lower legs

lift her foot,

It was quicksand.

more she struggled, the faster

sand reaching her knees in

eye.

her breath, mustering all her strength to shout

“Honey, hold on!”

followed by a long mechanical arm extending towards her. Isabelle grabbed

legs, but the battle–hardened Isabelle remained calm and composed, maintaining her cool.

pressing against the sand. With the assistance of the robot’s

prey with its tentacles, waiting for the prey to exhaust its last

akin to prey trapped in a cage. Whether through a moment’s lapse or complete exhaustion of strength, death