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.

she preferred to handle

he treating you? Have the Johnson

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

of the

marriage between the Ellis Family and the Johnson Family had

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

circumstances, the arranged marriage had

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

Johnson Family should have kept silent

a deep respect for the principle of honesty in

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

unsatisfactory, Oliver’s grandfather arranged for Hedy to attend Lowell High School, the

that his grandson also studied at Lowell High School, conveniently creating an opportunity for the two

did not inherit his grandfather’s

three years of bullying at school without any help from Mr.

grandfather passed away earlier this year,

rush.” Buddy looked

think highly of our daughter. Our daughter doesn’t have to marry into the Johnson Family if she doesn’t

agreement. “Even if the Johnson Family offers us a billion dollars, we won’t accept it if Hedy

head down, eating her meal in

love from her parents felt unfamiliar to

Hedy’s bedroom, meticulously checking the items her daughter needed for school, fearing that she might have

after Hedy

opened her eyes, her pupils gleaming with a

smell of blood and gunpowder

blades all the time, and sharp vigilance was

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

pull the trigger unless their

going on in the

mobs? Or

might be in danger. They are too

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

system retained her skills as an international assassin from her previous life. Soon, she found

drenched in cold sweat,

man was dressed in military green attire, and the

it was 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

Hedy admired

Now the question arose.

to hunt down a military district chief within

you,

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

come dice il proverbio: “Prendi i soldi,