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.

their agility, he couldn’t help but ponder. We’re in trouble.

lightning bolt, surging forth.

spun around to retrieve weapons from the trunk, pulling

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

a gap between

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quickly absorbed into its depths. In the darkness of

the slender figure darted and weaved among the

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

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

to rise in the

her lower legs sank into the shifting sands.

lift her foot, she

It was quicksand.

more she struggled, the faster she

sinking deeper into the quicksand, the sand reaching her knees in the

eye.

shout into the pitch–black night, “George!

“Honey, hold on!”

mechanical noises ensued, followed by a long mechanical arm extending towards her. Isabelle grabbed onto

the battle–hardened Isabelle

pain coursing through her body, she slowly leaned forward, pressing against the sand. With the assistance of the robot’s arm and her

of the sea, ensnaring its prey with its tentacles, waiting for the prey to exhaust its last

cage. Whether through a moment’s lapse or complete exhaustion of strength, death