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.

to avoid the bullet. The glass shattered, and the assassin outside

assassin’s wrist, intent on disabling it,

broken car window,

restricted George’s mobility, yet it also hindered the two assassins‘

manoeuvres.

an assassin wielding a dagger, instantly putting George in

near the driver’s seat had been armed with a gun, repeatedly trying to squeeze the trigger at George, but George refused to give him the

him. With a swift motion, he fired

enough to evade, yet he succeeded in sidestepping any lethal

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opportunity, George secured the passenger door and restarted the car, but his efforts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of gunfire–a

the driver’s seat.

Shadowblade, he was undoubtedly a member of Dark Shadow.

to be

formidable opponent, they chose to cease investing

in his shoulder utilized his elbow to smash the rear

he was preparing to open the door, George braced himself on the shattered, glass- strewn hood, vaulted over from the front of the car,

area. When the opponent couldn’t match his pace, a smooth elbow strike forcefully landed on the man’s cheek,

the gun, coughed up blood as he made his way closer to the car. His gaze fixed on the unconscious figure of Isabelle in the backseat.

gun. The bullet tore through the car window, and swiftly thereafter, George’s knee forcefully collided

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

with a click, the bullet was empty.