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.

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

had something from

the entire floor fell

faint smile on his

guard by the sharp perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was

of imperceptible coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes before he looked away.

“Whoosh!”

bullet slicing through the air suddenly reached

every bullet sound by heart, and this sound

old man

order and turned to walk

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

Wise Fool? I thought Wise Fool wasn’t taking orders! What are you doing here?”

Wise Fool is

her bullets flying from the gun

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

is me.”

soft male voice echoed from the depths of the

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

at a speed Invisible to the naked eye, and before the

landed

death all over him, if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person in the

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

slightly, meeting

his wrist bones cracking, and said with a smile,

Noella was speechless.

dude?” She

dollars. Those after her could line up

had figured out who

neck as she said coldly, “Don’t sell yourself short: your head’s pretty valuable,

a loss for words.

the deep web’s hit list would have such

hands, taking down a few

here to kill Marcel, too?”

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

I

the deep web, which specifically mentioned

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

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

Vocalist was also here to kill Marcel, she wasn’t confident she

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out

of this job,” she said.

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