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.

he couldn’t help

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 strike directly to the

stunned, quickly regained his senses and spun around to retrieve weapons from the trunk, pulling out a

was knocked out of his hands

there was still a gap between him and these professional

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absorbed into its

among the shadows, engaging

could hardly move, let alone continue fighting. Despite dispatching seven or eight adversaries in succession, her stamina reached

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

for respite. As she struggled to rise in the darkness, she suddenly felt the sand beneath

of sand collapsed, and soon her lower

about to lift her foot, she immediately halted.

It was quicksand.

the faster she sank.

into the quicksand, the sand

eye.

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

“Honey, hold on!”

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

battle–hardened

pressing against the sand. With

its tentacles, waiting for the prey to exhaust its last ounce of strength before devouring it in one

to prey trapped in a cage. Whether through a moment’s