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,

something

the

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

Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was an issue with Marcel’s

flicker of imperceptible coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes before

“Whoosh!”

through the

childhood, he knew every bullet sound by

the old man is

and turned to walk down the corridor behind him.

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

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

it’s a trap, Wise

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

they had no way out

is

male voice echoed from

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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 what was happening,

landed

and the aura of death all over him, if she

the number one hitman organization on the deep web’s

frowned slightly, meeting Palmer’s scrutinizing

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

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She

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

had figured out

as she said coldly, “Don’t sell yourself short:

a

deep web’s hit list would have such a

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

to kill Marcel,

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

matter if I am or not?”

deep

to be a girl and such

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

Vocalist was also here to

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out

of this job,”

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