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.

political and business pies, real estate, healthcare, finance,

something from the

Palmer showed up, the

over, a faint smile on his

Pollack

flicker of imperceptible coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes

“Whoosh!”

sound of a bullet slicing through the air suddenly reached

sound. Having been rigorously trained since childhood, he knew every bullet sound by heart, and this

old man is safe.”

order and turned to walk down the corridor behind

severing his carotid. Her expression was calm, her moves

Fool wasn’t taking orders! What are you doing

it’s a trap, Wise Fool

the gun barrel, hitting the hitmen right

seeing her, knew they had no way out and drew their guns, ready for a last

is me.”

voice echoed from the

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the stairs, his black shoes tapping the ground, each step like

to the naked eye, and before the hitmen even realized what was happening, they were breathless!

landed

But with those moves and the aura of death all over him, if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person in

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

frowned slightly, meeting Palmer’s

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

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She

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

out who

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

a loss for words.

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

hands, taking down a few more hitmen nearby, and

here to kill Marcel,

pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to meticulously wipe the blood from his hands.

I am or not?”

the message posted on the deep

didn’t expect Wise Fool to be a girl

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

was also here to kill Marcel, she wasn’t

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it out

of this job,”

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