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.

pies, real estate, healthcare, finance, education–you name it, the Pollack family had a

Country had something from the Pollack family’s

showed up, the

faint smile on his

the sharp perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly

Palmer’s eyes before he

“Whoosh!”

through the

he knew every bullet

man

the order and turned to walk down the

his carotid. Her expression was calm, her moves swift, accurate, and ruthless, each strike efficiently downing a

thought Wise Fool wasn’t

it’s a trap, Wise Fool is here!”

from the gun barrel, hitting

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

is

from the depths of the

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his black shoes tapping the ground,

to the naked eye, and before the hitmen even realized what was

landed on

him, if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person in the world

number one hitman organization on the deep web’s rankings. Abyssal Organization, whose code name was Vocalist!

slightly, meeting

him, his wrist bones cracking, and said with a smile, “Heard your price went up

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She

dollars. Those after her

had figured out

another hitman’s neck as she said coldly, “Don’t

was at a loss

the deep web’s hit list would have such

dusted off her hands, taking down a few more hitmen nearby, and

here to

handkerchief from his pocket to meticulously wipe the blood from his

I am or not?”

the deep web, which specifically mentioned Wise Fool taking

a girl and such a young–looking one at

gender, and appearance were the least important things. In

here to kill Marcel,

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it out

out of this job,” she

with his bespoke shirt sporting some snazzy cufflink, oozing this indescribable ease