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

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

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

of the Johnson Group in San

Family had something to do with the grandfathers

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

to certain circumstances, the arranged marriage had been postponed

from a humble village

twists in dramas, the Johnson Family should have

for the

did he not neglect the Ellis Family, but

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

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

Mr. Johnson did not inherit his grandfather’s

years of bullying at school without any

grandfather passed away earlier this year, making it

no rush.” Buddy looked at

highly of our daughter. Our daughter doesn’t have to marry into the Johnson Family if she doesn’t want to. It’s up to

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

head down, eating her meal in

her parents felt unfamiliar

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

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

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

of blood and

with bullets and blades all the time, and

gunfight had taken place in the mountains behind her house.

the USA, people don’t easily pull the trigger unless their lives are in

what’s going on

mobs? Or a battle

in danger. They are too close to

of the window. Like an agile leopard in

life. Soon, she found

cold sweat,

green attire, and the badge on his

recognized this emblem – it was the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to

miraculously defeated an invading army of over one hundred thousand on the frontier, shedding blood

admired

Now the question arose.

district chief within the

found you,

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

il proverbio: “Prendi i soldi, aggiusta