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.

Country, with their fingers in political and business pies, real estate, healthcare, finance, education–you

Harmonia Country had something from the Pollack family’s

up, the

his lips. “Have

perception of the Pollack family helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was an issue with Marcel’s medication.”

coldness crossed Palmer’s eyes before

“Whoosh!”

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

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

the old man is

to walk down the corridor

his carotid. Her expression was calm, her moves

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

trap, Wise Fool

from the gun barrel, hitting

had no way out and drew their guns,

is

voice echoed from the depths

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his black shoes tapping

Invisible to the naked eye, and before the hitmen even realized what was happening,

landed

seen him before. But with those moves and the aura of death all over him,

the deep web’s

frowned slightly, meeting Palmer’s

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

Noella was speechless.

She

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

figured out who she

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

was at a

Wise Fool from the deep web’s hit list

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

you here to kill Marcel, too?”

a handkerchief from his pocket

if I am or

the deep web, which specifically mentioned Wise

a girl and such a young–looking one

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

Vocalist was also here to kill Marcel, she

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it out

of this job,” she said.

with his bespoke shirt sporting some snazzy cufflink, oozing this