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.

and business pies, real estate, healthcare, finance, education–you name it,

Harmonia Country had something

Palmer showed up, the entire floor fell silent.

a faint smile on his lips. “Have the medical staff been

the Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there

coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes before

“Whoosh!”

slicing through the

that sound. Having been rigorously trained since childhood, he knew every bullet sound by heart,

man is

turned to walk down

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

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

a trap, Wise Fool is here!”

them, her bullets flying from the gun barrel, hitting the hitmen right between the

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

is

voice echoed from the depths of the stairwell!

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stairs, his black shoes tapping the ground, each step like a demon crawling

his lips, he moved at a speed Invisible to the naked eye, and before the hitmen even realized

gaze landed on him.

him before. But with those moves and the aura of death all over him, if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person in the world like that.

one hitman organization on the deep web’s rankings. Abyssal Organization, whose

meeting Palmer’s

took down a hitman beside him, his wrist bones cracking, and said with

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She

million dollars. Those after her could line up from the Lambert Mansion all the way to the Pacific.

figured out who

she said coldly, “Don’t sell yourself short: your head’s pretty valuable,

a

Wise Fool from the deep web’s hit list

few more hitmen nearby, and looked up at Palmer.

you here to kill

his pocket to meticulously wipe the blood from

matter if I am

message posted on the deep

be a girl

age, gender, and appearance were the least important things. In fact, they are the best

was also here to kill Marcel, she wasn’t

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it out

out of this job,” she