The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 7

Noella was speechless.

“Who placed the order?”

“No clue, the account’s encrypted.”

Noella stretched her hand to massage her temple. “Reject it. Find out who they are, their ID, and their background.”

“Got it, but it looks like they’ve posted a bunch of similar gigs. Aside from the one specifically for you, there are several other scattered jobs that have been snapped up!”

Jobs posted on the deep web were up for grabs, except for those with a set price for her and a

few other top–notch hitmen.

To take out Marcel, they actually lined up over a dozen hitmen!

Noella asked for the details of the person who took the job and hung up the phone.

“This the place? Got a tip from an informant that Marcel’s holed up here, third floor, room three

in building three.”

“Yep, that’s right. Snipers, in position. The rest of you, follow me into the hospital”

Across from Imperial West Hospital, three snipers took aim from different angles at Marcel who was pacing around inside the ward!

Six hitmen disguised themselves and waltzed right into the hospital, scattering toward various buildings.

Noella stood on the rooftop, her silenced sniper rifle aimed at the three snipers through the window. She was calculating the trajectory.

The snipers were a thousand feet away, well within her shooting range!

The trigger was pulled, and three bullets flew out simultaneously, hitting their marks without fail, right between the snipers‘ eyes!

They hit the ground before they could even signal for help.

Noella, as if knowing the outcome in advance, packed up her rifle and put on her hat as she descended.

On the third floor, a group of people made a grand entrance in the corridor!

The leader was particularly eye–catching, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing muscular forearms, sharp eyes, and a chiseled face that looked like a masterpiece from God.

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And yet, there was this subtle smile on his face, seemingly approachable and easy–going but. with an underlying cold aloofness that kept people at bay.

With a towering height of nearly six feet three inches and an air of frostiness, only one person could exude such an aura!

The helmsman of Imperial City’s top tycoon family, the Pollack family, Palmer Pollack!

The Pollack family’s business spanned the globe, with Palmer’s name consistently topping. Forbes‘ lists, and that was just the tip of the iceberg; the true extent of the Pollack family’s power was beyond anyone’s guess.

Harmonia Country, with their fingers in political and business pies, real estate, healthcare, finance, education–you name it, the Pollack family

Country had something

the entire floor fell silent.

faint smile on his lips. “Have

head nurse, caught off guard by the sharp perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly

imperceptible coldness crossed Palmer’s

“Whoosh!”

sound of a bullet slicing through the air suddenly reached Palmer’s

mistake that sound. Having been rigorously trained since childhood, he knew every bullet sound by heart, and this sound was one

the old man

and turned to walk down the corridor behind

expression was calm, her moves swift, accurate, and ruthless, each strike efficiently downing

Fool? I thought Wise Fool wasn’t taking orders! What are you

Wise Fool

from the gun barrel, hitting the hitmen

rage and seeing her, knew they had no way out and drew their guns, ready

is me.”

voice echoed from the depths of the stairwell!

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shoes tapping the ground, each step like a demon crawling up

a composed smile on his lips, he moved at a speed Invisible to the naked eye, and before the hitmen

landed

the aura of death all over him, if

one hitman organization on the deep web’s rankings.

slightly, meeting Palmer’s scrutinizing gaze.

effortlessly took down a hitman beside him, his wrist bones cracking, and said with a smile, “Heard your

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She thought.

after her could line up from the Lambert

Palmer had figured out who she was.

another hitman’s neck as she said coldly, “Don’t sell yourself short: your head’s pretty valuable, too.”

was at a

would’ve thought the infamous Wise Fool from the deep web’s hit list

few more hitmen nearby, and looked

to kill Marcel, too?”

his shoulders, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to meticulously wipe the blood

it matter if I am or not?”

message posted on the deep web, which specifically mentioned Wise Fool taking the

Wise Fool to be a girl and such a young–looking one at that.

gender, and appearance were the least important things. In fact,

icy. If Vocalist was also here to kill Marcel, she

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out unscathed.

out of this job,” she said.