The Killer Queen with Multiple Disguises

Chapter 1 Queen’s Rebirth

“Who would have thought that the killer who had been buried in the flames would be reborn in the body of a girl who died suddenly from a heart attack in a small village in the USA?”

On the second floor of a rural farmhouse, Hedy Ellis scrutinized herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror was eighteen years old, with long golden hair cascading down to her waist. Her features were delicate, her complexion flawless and fair, making her a rare beauty.

“And, it’s not just me who can be reborn…”

Hedy closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there were a few more lines in front of her.

“Goal: Complete 30 trial missions.”

“Reward: Revive ‘Cooper Ellis’.”

“Note: Previous combat skills retained; the host’s heart disease removed.”

“…Mission customization in progress…”

“It’s like receiving a quest from a video game system.”

Hedy thought, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion. But soon, she was overwhelmed by pain and regret.

Cooper was her younger brother.

She had planned to escape the organization with him, but halfway through, he drugged her and, ignoring her objections, returned to the organization to buy her more time.

By the time she regained consciousness, she found herself on the other side of the ocean, successfully breaking free from the organization’s control.

But her brother had been tortured and mercilessly killed by those people!

Hedy clenched her fist, her fingernails digging into her flesh.

“As long as I can save Cooper, whether it’s 30 missions or 300 missions, I will do my best!”

“Hedy, come downstairs for dinner,” a loving voice called from below.

Hedy turned and descended the stairs, finding her mother, Malina Ellis, preparing dinner in the kitchen, with her father, Buddy Ellis, assisting beside her.

Malina, a middle-aged woman of around fifty, bore the marks of years of labor on her face. Buddy, two years her senior, was a weathered-skinned farmer.

He asked Hedy, “Tell me, is someone bullying you at school?”

Ever since she started high school, Hedy seemed like a different person, but no matter how they asked, she always denied it.

“No,” Hedy lied.

The previous host had indeed been bullied at school.

to handle those matters

Have the Johnson Family

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

Johnson, the only son of the

marriage between the Ellis Family and the Johnson Family had something to do with

and their bond was as close as brothers. They had made a pact to betroth

certain circumstances, the arranged marriage had been

tremendously, transforming from a humble village household to a prominent family in San

in dramas, the Johnson Family should have kept silent

held a deep respect for the principle

Family, but he

Hedy to attend Lowell High School, the best prestigious

studied at Lowell High School, conveniently creating an

Johnson did not inherit his

host had endured three years of bullying at school without any help

Oliver’s grandfather passed away earlier this year, making

no rush.” Buddy

might not think highly of our daughter. Our daughter doesn’t have to marry

Family offers us a billion dollars, we

head down, eating her meal in

from her

Hedy’s bedroom, meticulously checking the items her daughter needed for school, fearing

and left after Hedy couldn’t resist her drowsiness any

soon as she left, Hedy opened her eyes, her pupils

smell of blood and gunpowder in

deal with bullets and blades all the time, and sharp vigilance was the first requirement for

in the mountains behind her house. Pretending to be tired,

pull the trigger

what’s going on in

Or

way, Malina and Buddy might be in danger. They are

intent flashed in Hedy’s eyes as she leaped out of the window. Like an

system retained her skills as an international assassin from her previous life. Soon, she found an elderly man behind a bush, with a tree branch

teeth tightly, drenched in cold sweat,

military green attire, and the badge on his shoulder made Hedy’s pupils dilate

it was the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to Amos King, one of the founding fathers of

one hundred thousand on the frontier, shedding blood

admired

Now the question arose.

dared to hunt down a military district chief within the borders of the

found you, Mr.

with a stubbled chin, holding a silenced assault rifle, aiming the barrel at Amos’s

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