Genius Club

Chapter 1067: Chapter 8 Blue Snow (Extra for the Alliance Leader, the Young-at-Heart Old Man!)_2

Anyway.

It has come to this.

Another space-time assassin has traversed through, and I must survive this ordeal first.

Whir————

On the other side of the road, Zhao Yingjun maneuvers the Ferrari, expertly drift-turning the car around, and charges towards Number 17 once more.

As it stands, it’s certain she won’t hit Number 17; she can easily dodge, and of course, trigger no Forced Evasion in reverse.

Actually, Number 17 could simply not dodge.

But that’s her blind spot of knowledge.

At the same time, it’s the sole compelling evidence that there is only one Entangled State of Time-Space Particle… Neither Lin Yuxi from before, nor Number 17 now, is aware of the existence of forced evasion in reverse.

Because there had been no experimental cases before.

As the only victim myself, it’s only by putting myself to the test that I confirmed the existence of Forced Evasion in reverse.

Right now.

I should take advantage of this informational gap, and while Number 17 is busy dodging, take Lin Yuxi with me on the Ferrari and make our escape.

“The Ferrari is coming! Quickly dodge!”

Lin Xian shouts at Lin Yuxi:

“We’ll get in the car, and figure it out as we go!”

Lin Yuxi naturally understands Lin Xian’s plan; she fights Number 17 with all her might, and then with an agile retreat arrives at Lin Xian’s side.

Number 17 turns back.

The roaring Ferrari LaFerrari is already upon her.

She narrows her sparkling blue eyes, like a hawk laser-focused on the approaching crimson.

Then!

She leaps!

Instead of dodging to the side, she jumps towards the Ferrari!

Thud.

Number 17 lands on the roof of the Ferrari without pausing, quickly runs to the engine compartment at the rear, lifts her black-gloved right fist high, and smashes it down hard on the engine compartment! Then she yanks hard—

Crack!!

The agonizing sound of tearing metal.

One can see…

The frightening sight of a V12 engine, forcibly torn out!

Various wires and fuel lines are ripped apart, and the red-hot cylinder blocks emit white smoke!

Just like that.

This roaring beast instantly loses power, coming to a stop at the roadside not far away with the brakes applied, the fire extinguished.

Number 17 walks over holding the V12 engine, and with a clang drops it to the ground.

She chuckles:

“Run? Where to run?”

She advances step by step, getting ever closer:

“That sports car, is your… coffin!”

Lin Yuxi brandishes a cleaver and lunges forward.

Boom!!

She’s kicked away with great force, rolling several times on the ground.

Lin Xian hurries over, helping her up:

“Qiaoqiao!”

“Cough—”

Lin Yuxi coughs deeply, blood accumulated in her chest sprays out, staining half of Lin Xian’s clothes red.

Both realize then.

That kick just now…

Was the blue-eyed assassin Number 17, making a serious move.

Before this, she had been toying with Lin Yuxi, as if letting out emotions suppressed over many years.

But now.

It seems she’s grown tired of playing and starts to exert her full strength.

In the face of the fully unleashed, ultimate form of the mightiest space-time assassin, Lin Yuxi currently has no chance of winning, not even the slightest bit of fighting power…

“Hehehe.”

Number 17 twirling a sharp knife in her hand, narrows her eyes with an excited smile:

“The first… whom shall I kill?”

…

At the same time.

in Mi Country, Texas State, Boca Chica, a luxurious villa.

The female secretary inserts the key into the main door, turns it, pushes up her red-framed glasses, and enters.

In the brightly lit living room.

A man resembling Jask, the richest man in the world, sits on the sofa with a pair of VR glasses on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh, Shit!”

He curses, quickly hiding the VR glasses behind the sofa cushion and complains:

“Miss Secretary! Can’t you knock before entering someone’s house? This makes me feel very insecure!”

“Fake Sike, you really think of this place as your own home?”

The female secretary pushes up her red-framed glasses and rolls her eyes at him:

“This is company property, allowing you to live here doesn’t mean it’s your home. Speaking of which…”

She points to the hidden VR glasses:

“Why are you also playing with VR glasses? What are you doing?”

“I’m watching exciting little films.”

The man laughs heartily:

“Technology is truly thrilling! Long live VR technology! Oh, wait… why are you here? Today is Sunday, even doubles have holidays, we had an agreement, and Jask had promised me that he wouldn’t ask me to stand in on weekends… Even if it’s necessary, he promised me time off in compensation.”

“Hehe.”

The female secretary chuckles softly, leaning against the wall:

“Jask is already dead.”

The man on the sofa is shocked.

Dumbfounded.

He mechanically turns around:

“I…lost my job?”

He incredulously clasps his head:

“God, what am I going to do? I have no education, no skills, nothing besides looking like Jask. I had such great pay and benefits, and the work was even pretty easy, with occasional little extra perks.”

“But… but the boss is dead! What will I do now? I still have loans for my house and car… I’m going bankrupt!”

The female secretary chuckles softly again.

She pushes up her red-framed glasses.

Then, she takes out a small silver handgun from her pocket, twirling it between her fingers:

“Fake Sike, now I’m giving you two choices.”

“First, I’ll pay you triple your salary, and from now on, you’ll work for me, and I’ll be your boss; you’ll do what you always do, which is to continue impersonating Jask. Only… you’ll do it according to my orders.”

“To avoid exposure, I’ll invite even better makeup artists and disguise experts to make you look exactly like Jask.”

As she says this, she sizes up the man in front of her:

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com