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 those matters

asked again, “And what about Mr. Johnson? How is he treating you? Have the Johnson Family mentioned when they’ll arrange

Hedy’s eyes flickered.

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

and the Johnson Family had something to do with

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

to certain circumstances, the arranged marriage had been postponed until Hedy

grown tremendously, transforming from a

dramas, the Johnson Family should have

held a deep respect for the principle of

Family, but he also frequently sent gifts

hearing that Hedy’s exam results were unsatisfactory, Oliver’s grandfather arranged for Hedy to attend Lowell High School, the best prestigious school

High School, conveniently creating an opportunity for

Mr. Johnson did not inherit his

had endured three years of bullying at school without any help

Oliver’s grandfather passed away earlier this year, making it impossible to arrange

rush.” Buddy looked

standards, and Mr. Johnson might not think highly of our daughter. Our daughter

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

kept her head down,

kind of love from her

her daughter

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

Hedy opened her eyes,

of blood and gunpowder

bullets and blades all the time,

certain that a gunfight had taken place in the mountains behind her house.

USA, people don’t easily pull the

going on in

Or

might be in danger. They are too

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

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

his teeth tightly, drenched in cold sweat, trying hard not

dressed in military green attire, and the badge

Honor belonging to Amos King, one

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

admired

Now the question arose.

to hunt down a military district

you, Mr.

man with a stubbled chin, holding a silenced assault rifle, aiming the

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