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

place, few had the privilege of internet access. The man in the tower was clearly

as much when Marcel had her bring along a video her grandmother had recorded, hinting at some connection between her

grandma? What’s her name?”

the other end of the line stood abruptly, his aged voice quivering

her

Xavier flung open the window and bellowed, “The lot of you, back off! Let them through! Anyone fires a shot, and they’re shark

the rifle, a tinge of regret in her voice,

shot from Noella,

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

of the Obelisk Organization was renowned for the marksmanship, never

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

raised an eyebrow and smiled,

dark spire, where a couple of towering shirtless brutes with muscles like boulders and fierce, intimidating faces stood guard.

his

a lone wolf on the desert plains, a single glance enough to send chills down one’s

was clad in a sleek black jumpsuit with stiletto boots. She met Xavier’s gaze without

this welcome mat of intimidation is just childish.”

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join

found Noella’s waist, “Obelisk

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

these brash youngsters dared to mock their

them off, “Get out. You

on Noella, which was intense, almost burning with

grandma’s Harriet? How is she?”

passed away, brain

with disbelief, yet he had to accept it. He sat on a throne adorned with jewels and precious

bracelet, let me see

thing my grandma

had every intention of keeping it! That bracelet was Harriet’s

I’ll

“Dream on! This is my grandma’s legacy! Xavier, have you no shame, trying to steal from a

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

with a sniper rifle aimed at his head? Which kid would dare tell him he had no

bring? Got any pictures of your grandma? Show

smartphone and handed it over to Xavier, who studied the screen for a while, visibly hooked, “That’s it? Just three photos? Don’t you have