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.

in political and business pies, real estate, healthcare, finance, education–you name it, the Pollack

in Harmonia Country had something from

up, the

over, a faint smile on his lips. “Have the medical staff been switched out?”

the sharp perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was an

Palmer’s eyes

“Whoosh!”

of a bullet slicing through the air suddenly

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

old man is safe.”

to walk down the

his carotid. Her expression was

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

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

is

male voice echoed from the depths of

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his black shoes tapping the

he moved at a speed Invisible to the naked eye, and before the hitmen even realized what was happening,

gaze landed on

aura of death all over him, if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person in the world like

leader of the number one hitman organization on the deep web’s rankings. Abyssal Organization, whose code

slightly, meeting Palmer’s scrutinizing gaze.

cracking, and said with a smile, “Heard your price went up

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She thought.

list was already worth 200 million dollars. Those after her could line up from the Lambert

had figured out who she

coldly, “Don’t sell yourself

was at a loss for words.

the deep web’s hit list would have such a

taking down a few more hitmen nearby,

here to kill Marcel,

handkerchief from his pocket to meticulously wipe

matter if I am or not?”

had also seen the message posted on the deep web,

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

Palmer knew that age, gender, and appearance were the least important

icy. If Vocalist was also here to kill Marcel, she wasn’t

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it out

of this job,”