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

How is he treating you? Have the Johnson Family mentioned when

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

Oliver Johnson, the only son of the Johnson Group in San Francisco, and

between the Ellis Family and the Johnson Family had something to do with the grandfathers of both

had been villagers in Geary Village, and their bond was as close as brothers. They had made a pact to

circumstances, the arranged marriage had been postponed

grown tremendously, transforming from a humble village household to a prominent family

to the common plot twists in dramas, the Johnson Family should

grandfather held a deep respect for the principle of honesty in

neglect the Ellis Family, but he also frequently sent gifts to the

Oliver’s grandfather arranged for Hedy to attend Lowell

his grandson also studied at Lowell High School, conveniently creating an

Johnson did not inherit

host had endured three years of bullying at school without any

passed away earlier this year,

Buddy

highly of our daughter. Our daughter

right,” Malina nodded in agreement. “Even if the Johnson Family offers us

down, eating her

love from her parents

the items her daughter needed for school, fearing that she might

after Hedy couldn’t resist her drowsiness any longer and

Hedy opened her eyes,

blood and gunpowder in the

deal with bullets and blades all the

that a gunfight had taken place in the mountains behind her house. Pretending to be tired,

easily pull the trigger unless their lives are

what’s going on in

Or a battle

Malina and Buddy might be in danger. They are too close to this

of murderous intent flashed in Hedy’s eyes as she leaped out of the window. Like an agile leopard in the night,

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

tightly, drenched in cold sweat, trying

attire, and the badge on his

the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to Amos King,

one hundred thousand on the frontier, shedding blood to protect the integrity of the homeland. Since then, he had gained international

admired this

Now the question arose.

military district chief

you, Mr.

burly Italian man with a stubbled chin, holding a silenced

il proverbio: “Prendi