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

the

as much when Marcel had her bring along a video her grandmother had recorded,

What’s

other end of the line stood abruptly, his aged voice

released the safety on her sniper rifle and replied coolly,

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

a tinge of regret in her voice, “Pity,

shot from Noella,

damn shame I won’t get to see

was renowned for the marksmanship, never missing the mark, one shot one

the chief of the rival Abyssal Organization, he too was

an eyebrow and smiled,

a couple of towering shirtless brutes with muscles like boulders and fierce, intimidating

man, well into his seventies, sat behind

his eyelid to his jawline, 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. He watched the two young intruders approach.

in a sleek black jumpsuit with stiletto boots. She met Xavier’s gaze

this welcome mat of intimidation is just childish.” Noella said coldly, “If

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join

found Noella’s waist, “Obelisk Organization

dimwits with fried brains. Ther 10s seem on

men surrounding them couldn’t believe these brash youngsters dared

out. You two, come

gaze on Noella, which was intense, almost

grandma’s Harriet? How is

passed away, brain

strike Xavier with disbelief, yet he had to accept it. He sat

bracelet, let me see it.*

grandma left me.

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

the bracelet, and I’ll release the person you’re

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

He…he hadn’t thought of this

aimed at his head? Which kid would dare tell him he had

did you bring? Got any pictures of your grandma? Show

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