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.

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

household in Harmonia Country had something from

up, the

on his lips. “Have the medical staff been switched

nurse, caught off guard by the sharp perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was an issue with

Palmer’s eyes before he

“Whoosh!”

a bullet slicing through the air suddenly reached Palmer’s

been rigorously trained since childhood, he knew every bullet sound by heart, and this sound was one he had heard before!

man is

to walk down

knife skillfully severing his carotid. Her expression was calm, her moves swift, accurate, and ruthless,

thought Wise Fool wasn’t taking

trap, Wise Fool is

bullets flying from the gun barrel, hitting

by rage and seeing her, knew they had no way out and

is me.”

from the

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walked up the stairs, his black shoes tapping the ground, each step like a demon crawling up from hell.

at a speed Invisible to the naked eye,

landed

seen 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

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

frowned slightly, meeting Palmer’s

his wrist bones cracking,

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She

after her could line

out who she

entered another hitman’s neck as she said coldly,

was at a loss for words.

Fool from the deep web’s hit list would have

few more hitmen nearby, and

here to kill Marcel, too?”

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

I am or

message posted on the deep

girl

the least

gaze turned icy. If Vocalist was also here

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it out

out of this job,” she

with his bespoke shirt sporting some snazzy cufflink, oozing this indescribable ease and gentleness with every move he made.