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.

couldn’t help but ponder. We’re

figure dashed forward. Before Tony could react, Isabelle, who had stealthily exited the car, transformed into a lightning bolt, surging forth. With a graceful leap, she delivered a stunning knee

and spun around to retrieve weapons from

was knocked out of his hands by the oncoming dark

was skilled but there was still a gap between him

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stained the sand, quickly absorbed into its depths. In the darkness of

the slender figure darted and weaved among the shadows,

the brink of collapse, her internal organs haemorrhaging, could hardly move, let alone continue fighting. Despite dispatching seven or eight adversaries in succession,

from the hill’s height of

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

her lower legs sank into the shifting

was about to lift

It was quicksand.

more she struggled, the

the quicksand, the sand reaching her knees in the blink of an

eye.

to shout into the pitch–black night, “George!

“Honey, hold on!”

by a long mechanical

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

sand. With the assistance of the robot’s arm and her dagger, she painstakingly began to

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

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