Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 472

Resurrecting the Genius Within 

Chapter 472 The Bomb 

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Jim said, “Our team won’t be able to get there until tomorrow at the earliest. When they arrive, have them search. If they find it, blow it up.” 

Isabelle said, “Dark Shadow has many hideouts. I know 

quite a few. If we can’t find. the main one, blowing up the others will do just fine. Once we’ve blown up enough, it’ll be the Joker’s hideout turn.” 

“Mr. Carter, we’ve captured one of the Dark Shadow’s assassins alive.” 

A subordinate of Yves suddenly reported. 

“Let’s go take a look,” Jim said as he stood up. 

The two of them went downstairs and saw a dozen guns pointed at a man in the centre, who was tied up tightly. 

“Sweetheart, this man came knocking on our door looking for death. How do you want to handle it?” 

Isabelle asked, “Has he been searched?” 

Yves replied, “Yes, we’ve searched him. He only had a gun and a dagger on ” 

Isabelle glanced at the man. He had been shot in the shoulder, blood oozing out steadily. His face was a deathly pale grey. 

And the man was also looking at her. 

The man was neatly dressed, without a speck of dirt on him. 

Something seemed a bit off. 

The shoulder isn’t a vital spot. With the physical resilience of a shadow assassin, they shouldn’t have been taken down so easily by just a shoulder shot. 

Suddenly, the man’s expression changed. 

Isabelle narrowed her eyes, and the next moment, she shouted, “Get back!” 

The man suddenly lunged towards her. 

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Yves raised his gun and shot the man in the head. 

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The moment the man fell to the ground, an explosion rang out. The luxurious, brightly lit hall was instantly splattered beyond recognition by the man’s flesh and blood. 

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the air, mingling with the charred stench of burning flesh from the explosion, making the entire hall nauseating. 

It was almost challenging the limits of human endurance. 

At a glance, all one could see was a sea of blood red, with blood mist floating in the air, making breathing difficult. 

The bomb was filled with blades, making its destructive power astonishing. 

Those nearby were instantly turned into a mist of pink, with some having half of an intestine hanging from their shoulders. The bomb injured everyone. One person had several blades embedded in their face and was in unbearable pain, covering their face while screaming. 

Where the man had stood, there was nothing left but a pool of blood and scattered 

viscera. 

George, disregarding the disgust in his blood–soaked body, rushed to Isabelle’s side. “Are you hurt?” 

Isabelle frowned in disgust. “I’m fine.” 

Jim’s voice suddenly rang out, “Yves.” 

They looked over, and Yves, who was nearby, couldn’t avoid it. A blade shard had pierced his arm, and his thigh was also wounded by shrapnel, bleeding profusely. 

More than the wounds, it was the blood–soaked state that frustrated Yves the most. 

Disgusted, he muttered a few curses, fighting nausea, and turned to Isabelle. “Sweetheart, are you hurt?” 

Isabelle quickly stepped up to him and checked his injuries. 

Yves said, “D*mn it! Dark Shadow is truly insane, using human bombs. It’s making me sick. 

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“If I hadn’t raised my hand fast enough, that blade would have ended up in face. It’s almost disfiguring 

Using such methods, they are ruthless, trying every means to kill or seriously injure Isabelle. 

“There are plenty of these death–dealers in Dark Shadow. The shrapnel in my 

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thigh is too deep. I’ll need to remove it. Let me give you a few stitches to stop the bleeding. Then you should go to the hospital and get your injuries treated.” 

Yves said, “No, I must shower first.” 

Not to mention Yves‘ slight obsession with cleanliness. Even someone with the strongest mental endurance wouldn’t be able to tolerate being covered in sticky blood mixed with viscera, fat, and flesh fragments. 

Yves even felt like there was a lump of flesh on his head. 

Yves didn’t want this head or this house anymore. 

Ignoring the injury on his arm, he took off his coat. 

Isabelle said calmly, “Infection in the wound, a limp in the leg, and a disabled hand. Using a crutch with one hand in the future wouldn’t be bad.” 

Isabelle successfully managed to suppress Yves‘ immediate urge to take a shower. 

Jim, also feeling nauseous, took off his coat. “Can you walk? If not, I’ll carry you to the car.