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

jade bracelet had vanished within Lockhart Prison, and in this hellish place, few had the privilege of internet access. The man in the tower was clearly the top dog

bring along a video her grandmother had recorded,

grandma? What’s her name?”

of the line stood abruptly, his aged

on her sniper rifle and replied coolly,

and bellowed, “The lot of you, back

of regret in her voice, “Pity,

in the helicopter. A single shot from Noella, and

hair, “It’s a damn shame I won’t get to see

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

Organization, he too was curious to

an eyebrow and smiled,

landed at the foot of the dark spire, where a couple of towering shirtless brutes

man, well into his seventies,

a lone

black jumpsuit with stiletto boots. She met Xavier’s gaze without fear, her

welcome mat of intimidation is just childish.”

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join

“Obelisk Organization runs

dimwits with fried brains. Ther 10s seem on par with Xavier’s here!*

them couldn’t believe these brash youngsters dared to mock their

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

Palmer completely, Xavier fixed his gaze on Noella, which was

grandma’s Harriet?

passed away,

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

me see it.*

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

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

over the bracelet, and I’ll release the

legacy! Xavier, have you no shame,

He…he hadn’t thought of this young woman as a child at all!

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

you bring? Got any pictures of

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