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

Prison, and in this hellish place, few had the privilege of

suspected as much when Marcel had her bring along a video her grandmother

What’s

on the other end of the line

on her sniper rifle and replied

bellowed, “The lot of you, back off! Let them through! Anyone fires a shot, and they’re shark bait!”

tinge of regret in her voice, “Pity, I was looking forward

his gaze locked onto the figures in the helicopter. A single shot

won’t get to

for the marksmanship, never missing the mark,

the chief of the rival Abyssal Organization, he too was curious to see his girl at

raised an eyebrow and smiled,

spire, where a couple of towering

man, well into his seventies, sat behind

and his eyes were as cold and ruthless as a lone wolf on the desert plains, a single glance enough to send chills down one’s spine.

sniper rifle, was clad in a sleek black jumpsuit with stiletto boots.

intimidation is just childish.” Noella said coldly, “If

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join

Noella’s waist, “Obelisk Organization runs a kindergarten

saved some dimwits with fried brains. Ther 10s seem

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

impatient, waved them off, “Get out. You two,

Palmer completely, Xavier fixed his gaze on Noella, which was intense, almost burning with an inexplicable

your grandma’s Harriet? How

passed away, brain cancer.”

accept it. He

let me see it.*

my grandma left me. What if you don’t

had every intention of keeping it! That bracelet was Harriet’s favorite possession. Just seeing it brought back

over the bracelet, and I’ll release the

my grandma’s legacy! Xavier, have you no

aback. He…he hadn’t thought

kid could cross borders nonchalantly, with a sniper rifle aimed at his

Got any pictures of your

who studied the screen for a while, visibly hooked, “That’s it? Just three