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

few had the privilege of internet access. The man

when Marcel had her bring along a video her grandmother

grandma? What’s

the other end of the line stood abruptly,

the safety on her sniper rifle

lot of you, back off! Let them through! Anyone fires a shot, and they’re

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

onto the figures in the helicopter. A single shot from Noella,

tone, Palmer 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

the Obelisk Organization was renowned for the

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

raised an eyebrow and smiled,

the foot of the dark spire, where a couple of

well into his

as cold and ruthless as a lone wolf

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

mat of intimidation is just childish.” Noella said coldly,

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join

found Noella’s waist, “Obelisk Organization runs a

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

youngsters dared to mock

out. You two, come

Xavier fixed his gaze on Noella, which was intense, almost burning with an inexplicable fervor.

Harriet? How is

away, brain

had to accept it. He sat on a throne adorned

let me

is the last thing my grandma left me. What if you don’t

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

I’ll release

legacy! Xavier,

moment, Xavier was taken aback. He…he hadn’t thought of

borders nonchalantly, with a sniper rifle aimed at his head? Which kid would dare tell him

else did you bring? Got any

Xavier, who studied the screen