The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 170

Beneath Lockhart Prison, a dozen of snipers took aim at the helicopter circling above!

Noella set down her binoculars and turned to Palmer, who was standing beside her.

Think we can dodge a hail of bullets if they all fire at once?”

It’s gonna be tough,”

Lockhart Prison was a fortress with checkpoints at every turn. They’d only managed to slip inside because someone up top had greased the wheels, allowing them to take a secret passage.

Noella spun around and pulled a metal case from behind her, slipping on a pair of jet–black gloves.

“I need five minutes to assemble the sniper rifle. You’re on watch until then.”

Palmer nodded, his gaze icy as he surveyed the dark expanse of the prison below.

“Five minutes is doable, but they’ve got the numbers. Dodging bullets might get a little hairy.*

Noella’s voice was cool as she responded, “I’m not looking to go toe–to–toe with them. I’ve got a different fish to fry.”

Quickly, she pieced together the sniper rifle, expertly calculating the trajectory as she aimed at a distant flickering window.

Atop the highest tower stood a dark spire, and from within, it seemed as if a pair of watching eyes lurked.

As Noella zeroed in on the window, she noticed the number of snipers targeting them from below was multiplying rapidly!

Palmer took out his phone and made a call, “Xavier, long time no see.”

The reply was a sardonic chuckle, the voice deep and raspy, as if scarred by a blade, “Your little lady’s got some nerve, aiming at me. Does she even know who I am? Marcel’s granddaughter has some guts, huh?*

Noella’s voice was indifferent, “What my granddad’s like is none of your business. If you’re brave enough for us to send you to meet your maker, then I’m afraid that precious bracelet of yours will be shattered to bits.”

She waved a hand in front of the sniper rifle, revealing a clear jade bracelet, flawless and imbued with streaks of purple amid the green – a rare gem among the common stones.

“The bracelet’s with you? How come it’s in your hands?”

scoffed, “My grandma gave to me, so nat ent, that fool, but you got the wrong person

It’s with me You

Lockhart Prison, and in this hellish place, few had the privilege of internet access. The man in the tower was clearly the top dog of the dark spire.

her grandmother had recorded, hinting at some connection between her and

What’s

man on the other end of the line stood abruptly, his aged voice

the safety on her sniper rifle and

you, back off! Let them through!

regret in her voice,

helicopter. A single shot from Noella, and not even walls of steel

ruffling her hair, “It’s a damn shame I won’t get to see you take the shot. Maybe next time we can

leader of the Obelisk Organization was renowned for the marksmanship, never missing the mark,

of the rival Abyssal Organization, he too was curious

an eyebrow and smiled, “Sure.”

a couple of towering shirtless brutes with muscles like boulders and

well into his

was marred by a scar running from his eyelid to his jawline, and his eyes were as cold and ruthless as a lone

was clad in a sleek black jumpsuit with stiletto boots. She met Xavier’s gaze without fear, her eyes brimming with

mat of intimidation is just childish.” Noella said

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join

waist, “Obelisk

we took down Polaris Star, we saved some dimwits with fried brains. Ther

believe these brash youngsters dared to mock their boss. Guns were raised

off, “Get out.

on Noella, which was intense, almost burning with an inexplicable

Harriet? How is

passed away, brain cancer.”

news seemed to strike Xavier with disbelief, yet he had to accept it. He sat on a throne adorned with jewels and precious stones, his expression

me

last thing my grandma left me.

it! That bracelet was Harriet’s favorite possession. Just seeing it

bracelet, and I’ll release the person

icy, “Dream on! This is my grandma’s legacy! Xavier, have you no

aback. He…he hadn’t thought of this young woman as a

could cross borders nonchalantly, with a sniper rifle aimed at his head? Which

bring? Got any pictures of your grandma?

it over to Xavier, who studied the screen