Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resumecting the Genius Within

Chapter 432 Against Two Assassins

The hotel shuttle was parked at the back entrance.

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George helped Isabelle into the van, but just as the door was closing, a hand grabbed it tightly. Suddenly, a sound from above–someone had jumped onto the roof of the car.

George moved quickly, kicking the hand on the door to force the person away. He shut the door forcefully and shouted, “Go!”

The driver started the engine.

The assassin on the roof appeared at the front of the car, pointing a gun at Isabelle through the windshield.

Frightened, the driver left the car and ran away.

George protected Isabelle and ducked to avoid the bullets coming their way. The windshield broke, scattering glass everywhere.

He snatched a blanket from the nearby seat, threw it over the windshield to block the shooter’s view, then jumped from the back seat to the front and kicked the assassin in the head.

The assassin jumped out of the car.

George quickly closed the driver’s door.

The assassin he had shoved earlier tried to open the back door again, but George locked it just in time.

While getting ready to speed off, a shadowy gun barrel emerged outside the window.

bullet. The glass shattered, and the assassin outside

disabling it, yet

car window, the

George’s mobility, yet it also hindered

manoeuvres.

twist, the passenger door flung open, revealing an assassin wielding a dagger, instantly

with a gun, repeatedly trying to squeeze the trigger at George, but George

behind him, George pushed the hands of the assassin by the driver’s seat against the window, briefly immobilizing him. With a swift motion, he fired the gun in his hand, grazing

to evade, yet he succeeded in sidestepping any lethal harm, as the bullet merely grazed his

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George secured the passenger door and restarted the car, but his

the

assassin didn’t match the prowess of Shadowblade, he was undoubtedly a member of Dark Shadow. Despite his

be a

objective was Isabelle, and recognising George as a formidable opponent, they chose to cease investing any further

lodged in his shoulder utilized his elbow to smash the

on the shattered, glass- strewn hood, vaulted over from the front of the car, took a swift stride forward, and

couldn’t match his pace, a

closer to the car. His gaze fixed on the unconscious figure of Isabelle in the backseat. He raised the

appeared, seizing the assassin’s arm that held the gun. The bullet tore through the

man squirmed in agony, George deftly seized the gun from his grasp and, without a moment’s hesitation, pulled the trigger, aiming it at

the