Chapter 331: The Blue-Eyed Girl! Time-Space Assassin!

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BANG!

Dressed entirely in black, a young girl wearing rubber gloves showcased her incredible strength. She ripped off the door of an Alphard vehicle as if it were a mere sheet of paper.

The hefty door, with its dark green tinted glass still intact, soared through the air and collided with a nearby pillar, erupting in a loud crash.

“Drive!” Lin Xian commanded without hesitation.

He took advantage of the girl’s momentary imbalance. With swift precision, he delivered a sharp kick to her chest just as she attempted to mount the car’s running board.

Thud.

The sound echoed like a boot striking a metal sheet. The impact pushed Lin Xian back into the vehicle but also forced the girl to stagger backward three steps.

Roar————

The rear wheels of the Alphard spun wildly, propelling the vehicle forward with urgency.

Xiao Li, the driver, was no ordinary chauffeur. Trained in the army’s driver squad, he excelled in high-pressure scenarios. “Never let your guard down,” his instructors would emphasize, a mantra deeply ingrained in him.

Even before Lin Xian had settled in, Xiao Li was ready. His foot hovered over the accelerator, his eyes scanning their surroundings through the mirrors. Yet, the girl’s sudden appearance and her swift, powerful removal of the door still caught him off guard.

Roar————

With a 3.5-liter engine boasting nearly 400 horsepower, the Alphard wasn’t a sports car, but it was impressively robust. It lurched forward, tires screeching against the concrete, as Xiao Li steered it toward the parking lot exit.

“Drive faster!” Lin Xian’s voice was tense from the back seat. “Don’t stop for anything! Keep going where there’s less traffic!”

“Understood, Mr. Lin Xian!” Xiao Li responded, his pulse racing as he accelerated toward the exit ramp.

Lin Xian braced himself, looking through the rear window. Was she still there? Yes, and she was fast approaching with superhuman speed.

Bang!

A dull thud announced her presence at the back of the car. She had grabbed onto the rear bumper and was now pulling herself up onto the rear window.

Lin Xian stared incredulously. What kind of person was this? Her strength seemed more than human—perhaps she was a cyborg or something even more formidable. He had seen her agility, but ripping a car door apart? That was something else.

Her face appeared through the rear window, emotionless, her blue eyes cold and calculating as she raised her fist and struck the glass.

Crash——

The double-layered tempered glass spider-webbed under her relentless assault. Luckily, the laminate held the shards in place—for the moment.

“This won’t hold her long,” Lin Xian realized, understanding the grave danger they were in. “She’s a time-space assassin, with capabilities unknown and terrifying.”

“Xiao Li! Drift!” Lin commanded, holding onto his seat. “Scrape the rear against the exit ramp wall! Knock her off!”

“Got it!” Xiao Li responded, ready for action. If the assassin got inside, there would be no escape for either of them.

As they approached the ramp, Xiao Li executed a perfect drift. The rear of the Alphard screeched against the wall, sparks flying. Inside, Lin Xian clung to his seat, feeling the intense force.

Xiao Li’s maneuver was precise; the vehicle’s tail scraped tightly against the wall, forcing the assassin to make a choice—fall off or be crushed.

Bang——

They burst through the parking barrier, speeding into the desolate night, racing into the darkness.

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Lin Xian had left Zhao Ying Jun’s residence close to midnight, and now, as they sped out of the city, the streets were bathed in the soft glow of streetlights.

“Mr. Lin Xian! Did we manage to shake her off?” Xiao Li asked, pressing his foot firmly on the gas.

Lin Xian let out a tentative sigh, his eyes switching between the now quiet rearview and the car’s battered rear. “We should have... wait!”

A chill ran down his spine, prompting him to look up. There, on the panoramic sunroof, a pair of eyes glowed blue like flames, staring down emotionlessly into the vehicle.

“She’s on top!” Lin Xian gasped.

The assassin had predicted their actions, leaping from the back to the roof to avoid collision during their earlier maneuver.

“Hold on tight, Mr. Lin Xian. I’ll try to shake her off!” Xiao Li declared, his determination clear. The Alphard’s sleek roof offered nothing for her to grip; a few sharp swerves should be enough to dislodge her.

Lin Xian fastened his seatbelt, bracing for a rough ride.

Snap!

A chilling sound cut through the air as a steel blade pierced the roof. The assassin’s relentless attack turned the roof into a makeshift sieve, her objective clear: to breach the vehicle and eliminate Lin Xian.

But his immediate concern wasn’t about unraveling these philosophical mysteries; those could wait. His pressing task was to determine: “Who sent the time-space assassin after Yellow Finch and me?”

As he mulled over potential suspects, one name emerged—Elon Musk.

Lin Xian’s dealings with Elon Musk had been ambiguous. Initially viewing him as a rival, though Musk had once thwarted an attack by Kevin Walker, Lin Xian remained wary.

The methods used, the circumstances around VV’s death, Musk’s acquisition of the time particle, and his subsequent silence after making a significant appearance—these elements fueled Lin Xian’s suspicions.

Reflecting on these clues in Liu Feng’s lab, Lin Xian decided to confront Musk, maintaining a facade of ignorance about Musk’s potential role in VV’s demise. To Musk, he would appear as a cooperative ally, potentially exposing any hidden agendas.

However, with the arrival of the time-space assassin, Lin Xian’s perception of Musk as a threat intensified, placing him alongside formidable adversaries like Kevin Walker.

“They’ve come to my doorstep...” Lin Xian cursed quietly. “I must strike first.”

Remaining in Donghai City was increasingly dangerous. Despite not understanding why, the city seemed a hotspot for the assassin, whereas locations like Copenhagen offered relative safety.

To unravel this mystery, he needed to confront either Musk or Walker directly. Given Walker’s elusive nature, Musk was a more accessible target for investigation.

“World’s richest man, Mars colonization visionary, Starlink creator, Twitter owner...” Lin Xian listed Musk’s titles under his breath: “Tesla CEO, SpaceX launcher, space travel ticket seller, and notorious playboy...”

He paused, pondering Musk’s well-known escapades involving high-profile relationships.

“Playboy.”

Among these connections was Angelica, a Hollywood actress who had previously intercepted him with a key to Einstein’s residence and a suggestive farewell: “If you ever come to Princeton...”

Seized by a sudden insight, Lin Xian straightened up, his gaze piercing through the damaged roof into the night sky.

Angelica.

She embodied the last of the seven deadly sins: lust. Despite her connections to the deceased Ji Xin Shui and Ji Lin, she harbored no resentment toward Lin Xian, understanding the concealed complexities surrounding the Genius Club.

Angelica had persistently sought the truth about Ji Lin’s demise and the nature of the Genius Club, even proposing vengeance, though Lin Xian had never committed to any action.

Repeatedly, she had prodded him for answers, once jotting her number on a card with an eyebrow pencil, hoping he’d call and join her quest for justice.

Lin Xian retrieved his phone, reviewing a photo of the card with Angelica’s number—a precautionary habit that occupied minimal digital space.

The time had come to align with Angelica, a proactive figure whose Hollywood influence could be crucial.

In this pivotal moment, alliances were vital. The enemy of his enemy was, after all, his ally.

He held vital information—truths about Ji Lin and Ji Xin Shui’s deaths, the elusive mastermind Copernicus, the Genius Club, Kevin Walker, and Elon Musk.

“I can’t stay in Donghai City anymore. If I move to America, maybe I can get ahead of the assassin,” Lin Xian pondered aloud.

He glanced at his recently purchased plane tickets, confirming his selection of a flight from Hongqiao Airport to Princeton.

“Xiao Li, let’s head to Hongqiao Airport,” he directed.

“Yes, Mr. Lin Xian,” Xiao Li responded promptly, steering the Alphard onto the elevated highway.

Lin Xian studied the number in the photo, added the US country code, and finally made the call he had been postponing.

The phone connected immediately.

A familiar voice, fluent in English, chuckled lightly. “It’s been a while, Mr. Lin Xian. I almost gave up waiting for your call.”

“Good things take time,” Lin Xian replied with a smile.

“Or perhaps, not-so-good things, Mr. Lin Xian?” Angelica teased. “If I’m right, you’re in trouble, aren’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be calling.”

“But that’s fine, really... I prefer you in trouble. That’s when you’re willing to trade information.”

“So, will you tell me about the Genius Club, and who killed the old man, Ji Lin, and Ji Lin’s parents?”

Lin Xian switched the phone to his other hand. “Tell me, what will you do with the truth and the killers?”

Her light laughter turned icy. “What else? Make a documentary, hire a director and screenwriter?”

“I can tell you bluntly, Ji Xin Shui and Ji Lin weren’t my blood relatives... but I treated Ji Lin like a brother. So, if you reveal who killed them...”

Her tone became as chilling as frost. “I will kill them.”

“Can you get a gun?” Lin Xian asked, posing the crucial question.

“Easily, Mr. Lin Xian. Remember, this is the free America.”

“Good, Angelica.” Lin Xian smiled, his gaze drifting to the moon. “See you in Princeton.”

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