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.

preferred to handle

Have the Johnson Family mentioned when they’ll arrange the engagement ceremony for you

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

the only son of

the Johnson Family

their bond was as close as brothers. They had

marriage had been postponed until Hedy

Family’s business had grown tremendously, transforming from a humble village household to

in dramas, the Johnson Family should have kept silent about

deep respect for the principle of honesty in business

only did he not neglect the Ellis Family, but he also frequently sent gifts to

unsatisfactory, Oliver’s grandfather arranged for Hedy

at Lowell High School, conveniently creating an opportunity for the

Johnson did not

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

grandfather passed away earlier this year, making it

rush.” Buddy looked at his

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

us a billion dollars,

her head down, eating her meal in

love from her parents felt unfamiliar

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

left after Hedy couldn’t resist her drowsiness any longer and fell

as she left, Hedy opened her eyes,

of blood and

the time, and sharp vigilance

behind her house. Pretending to be tired, she

the trigger unless

what’s going on in

mobs? Or

might be in danger. They are

leaped out of the window. Like an agile leopard in the night, she headed

an international assassin from her previous life. Soon, she found an elderly man behind a bush, with a

cold sweat, trying hard

man was dressed in military green attire, and the badge on his shoulder

was the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to

miraculously defeated an invading army of over one hundred thousand on

Hedy admired

Now the question arose.

to hunt down a military district chief within

you, Mr.

Italian man with a stubbled chin, holding a silenced assault rifle,

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