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.

The glass shattered, and the assassin outside

assassin’s wrist, intent on disabling it, yet the assassin

the broken car window, the two engaged in a desperate

severely restricted George’s mobility, yet it also

manoeuvres.

open, revealing an assassin wielding a dagger, instantly putting George in

assassin near the driver’s seat had been armed with a gun, repeatedly trying to squeeze the trigger

With a swift motion, he fired the gun in his hand, grazing his own shoulder

assassin bent halfway into the car, facing cramped conditions. He couldn’t move fast enough to evade, yet he succeeded in sidestepping any lethal harm, as the bullet merely grazed

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the passenger door and restarted the car, but his efforts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound

the driver’s seat.

didn’t match the prowess of Shadowblade, he was undoubtedly a member of Dark Shadow. Despite his lesser skill, he outclassed the mercenaries from Melfrey

be a

formidable opponent,

bullet lodged in his shoulder utilized his

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

When the opponent couldn’t match his pace, a smooth elbow strike forcefully landed on

His gaze fixed on the unconscious figure of Isabelle in the backseat. He

moment before he could fire, a hand appeared, seizing the assassin’s arm that held the gun. The bullet

agony, George deftly seized the gun from his grasp and, without a moment’s hesitation, pulled the trigger,

with a click, the bullet