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.

fingers in political and business pies, real estate, healthcare, finance, education–you name it, the Pollack

Country had something from the Pollack family’s

the entire floor

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

head nurse, caught off guard by the sharp perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was an

coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes

“Whoosh!”

subtle sound of a bullet slicing through the air suddenly reached Palmer’s

knew every bullet sound by

the old man is safe.”

to walk down the

expression

Wise Fool wasn’t

trap, Wise

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

they had no way out and drew

is

soft male voice echoed from the

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stairs, his black shoes tapping the ground,

speed Invisible to the naked eye, and before the hitmen even

landed

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

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

meeting Palmer’s scrutinizing

him, his wrist bones cracking, and said with

Noella was speechless.

She

list was already worth 200 million dollars. Those after her could line up from

Palmer had figured out who she was.

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

a loss for words.

infamous Wise Fool from the deep web’s hit list would have such

taking down a few more hitmen

to kill

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

if I am or not?”

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

didn’t expect Wise Fool to be a girl and such a young–looking one at that.

age, gender, and appearance were the least important things.

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

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out unscathed.

this job,” she

chill, leaning against the staircase with his bespoke shirt sporting some snazzy cufflink, oozing this indescribable ease and gentleness with