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.

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

household in Harmonia Country had something from the Pollack family’s

Palmer showed up, the entire

his lips. “Have the medical

perception of the Pollack family

flicker of imperceptible coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes before he looked

“Whoosh!”

of a bullet slicing through the

childhood, he knew every bullet sound by heart, and this sound

man is safe.”

turned to walk down

on a hitman’s neck, her knife skillfully severing his carotid. Her expression was calm, her moves swift, accurate,

thought Wise Fool wasn’t taking orders! What

Wise Fool is here!”

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

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

opponent is

from the depths of the stairwell!

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in a black shirt walked up the stairs, his black shoes tapping the ground, each step like a

moved at a speed Invisible to the naked

gaze landed on him.

over him, if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person

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

slightly, meeting

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

Noella was speechless.

She

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

had figured out who she

knife swiftly entered another hitman’s neck as she said coldly, “Don’t sell yourself short: your head’s pretty valuable,

was at a

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

off her hands, taking down a few more hitmen nearby, and looked up at

to kill Marcel,

a handkerchief from his pocket to meticulously wipe the

if I am or not?”

had also seen the message posted on the deep web, which specifically

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

the least important things. In fact,

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

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out

out of this job,” she

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