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 punched through the

for the assassin’s wrist, intent on disabling it, yet the assassin deftly outmanoeuvred him.

of the broken car window, the two engaged in a

space severely restricted George’s mobility, yet it also

manoeuvres.

twist, the passenger door flung open, revealing an assassin wielding

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

briefly immobilizing him. With a swift motion, he fired the gun in his hand,

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

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

exited the driver’s seat.

match the prowess of Shadowblade, he was undoubtedly a

prove to be

opponent, they chose to cease investing any further time in

assassin with a bullet lodged in his shoulder utilized his elbow

the front of the car, took a

pace, a smooth elbow strike forcefully landed on the man’s cheek, disorienting him and causing him to stagger backwards.

His gaze fixed

arm that held the gun. The bullet tore

in agony, George deftly seized the gun from his grasp and, without

click, the bullet