Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 427

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. 

Observing their agility, he couldn’t help but ponder. We’re in trouble. 

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure dashed forward. Before Tony 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 chest of the dark figure, sending them flying several meters. 

Tony, momentarily stunned, quickly regained his senses and spun around to retrieve weapons from the trunk, pulling out a submachine gun. 

Unfortunately, after a burst of bullets, the submachine gun was knocked out of his hands by the oncoming dark figure. 

Tony was skilled but there was still a gap between him and these professional assassins. However, self- 

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Chapter 427 Escaping the Assassins 

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A vast splatter of blood stained the sand, quickly absorbed into its depths. In the darkness of the night, only deeper shadows remained. 

Amidst the darkness, the slender figure darted and weaved among the shadows, engaging in fierce combat with her adversaries. 

Isabelle, severely wounded and on the brink of collapse, her internal organs haemorrhaging, could hardly move, let alone continue fighting. Despite dispatching seven or eight adversaries in succession, her stamina reached its limit, 

Amidst the chaos, she was kicked down a slope during the skirmish, tumbling from the hill’s height of over ten metres and crashing onto the sandy bed below. 

Her vision briefly dimmed, with no time for respite. As she struggled to rise in the darkness, she suddenly felt the sand beneath her feet giving way. 

Large swathes of sand collapsed, and soon her lower legs sank into the shifting sands. 

Just as she was about to lift her foot, she immediately halted. 

It was quicksand. 

The more she struggled, the faster she sank. 

Isabelle found herself sinking deeper into the quicksand, the sand reaching her knees in the blink of an 

eye. 

She steadied her breath, mustering all her strength to shout into the pitch–black night, “George! There’s a quicksand!” 

“Honey, hold on!” 

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

The quicksand tightly suctioned her legs, but the battle–hardened Isabelle remained calm and composed, maintaining her cool. 

Enduring the intense pain coursing through her body, she slowly leaned forward, pressing against the sand. With the assistance of the robot’s arm and her dagger, she painstakingly began to crawl out. 

The quicksand resembled an octopus of the sea, ensnaring its prey with its tentacles, waiting for the prey to exhaust its last ounce of strength before devouring it in one gulp. 

At this moment, Isabelle was akin to prey trapped in a cage. Whether through a moment’s lapse or complete exhaustion of strength, death awaited her here.