novelxo Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Noella was speechless.
“Who placed the order?”
“No clue, the account's encrypted.”
Noella stretched her hand to massage her temple. “Reject it. Find out who they
are, their ID, and their background.”
“Got it, but it looks like they've posted a bunch of similar gigs. Aside from the one
specifically for you, there are several other scattered jobs that have been
snapped up!”
Jobs posted on the deep web were up for grabs, except for those with a set price
for her and a
few other top-notch hitmen.
To take out Marcel, they actually lined up over a dozen hitmen!
Noella asked for the details of the person who took the job and hung up the
phone.
“This the place? Got a tip from an informant that Marcel's holed up here, third
floor, room three
in building three.”
“Yep, that's right. Snipers, in position. The rest of you, follow me into the hospital”
Across from Imperial West Hospital, three snipers took aim from different angles
at Marcel who was pacing around inside the ward!
Six hitmen disguised themselves and waltzed right into the hospital, scattering
toward various buildings.
Noella stood on the rooftop, her silenced sniper rifle aimed at the three snipers
through the window. She was calculating the trajectory.
The snipers were a thousand feet away, well within her shooting range!
The trigger was pulled, and three bullets flew out simultaneously, hitting their
marks without fail, right between the snipers eyes!
They hit the ground before they could even signal for help.
Noella, as if knowing the outcome in advance, packed up her rifle and put on her
hat as she descended.
On the third floor, a group of people made a grand entrance in the corridor!
The leader was particularly eye-catching, dressed in a black shirt with the
sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing muscular forearms, sharp eyes, and a
chiseled face that looked like a masterpiece from God.
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And yet, there was this subtle smile on his face, seemingly approachable and
easy-going but. with an underlying cold aloofness that kept people at bay.
With a towering height of nearly six feet three inches and an air of frostiness, only
one person could exude such an aura!
The helmsman of Imperial City's top tycoon family, the Pollack family, Palmer
Pollack!
The Pollack family’s business spanned the globe, with Palmer's name
consistently topping. Forbes" lists, and that was just the tip of the iceberg; the
true extent of the Pollack family’s power was beyond anyone’s guess.
In Harmonia Country, with their fingers in political and business pies, real estate,
healthcare, finance, education-you name it, the Pollack family had a stake in it.
Every household in Harmonia Country had something from the Pollack family’s
empire!
When Palmer showed up, the entire floor fell silent.
His gaze swept over, a faint smile on his lips. “Have the medical staff been
switched out?”
The head nurse, caught off guard by the sharp perception of the Pollack family
helmsman, quickly explained, “Yes, there was an issue with Marcel's medication.”
A flicker of imperceptible coldness crossed Palmer's eyes before he looked away.
“Whoosh!”
A subtle sound of a bullet slicing through the air suddenly reached Palmer's ears!
He couldn't mistake that sound. Having been rigorously trained since childhood,
he knew every bullet sound by heart, and this sound was one he had heard
before!
“Ensure the old man is safe.”
He gave the order and turned to walk down the corridor behind him.
Noella’s hand was on a hitman’s neck, her knife skillfully severing his carotid. Her
expression was calm, her moves swift, accurate, and ruthless, each strike
efficiently downing a hitman.
“This technique, you're Wise Fool? I thought Wise Fool wasn't taking orders!
What are you doing here?”
“Run, it's a trap, Wise Fool is here!”
Noella ignored them, her bullets flying from the gun barrel, hitting the hitmen right
between the eyes!
Several hitmen, blinded by rage and seeing her, knew they had no way out and
drew their guns, ready for a last stand.
“Your opponent is me.”
A soft male voice echoed from the depths of the stairwell!
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Aman in a black shirt walked up the stairs, his black shoes tapping the ground,
each step like a demon crawling up from hell.
With a composed smile on his lips, he moved at a speed Invisible to the naked
eye, and before the hitmen even realized what was happening, they were
breathless!
Noella's gaze landed on him.
Never seen him before. But with those moves and the aura of death all over him,
if she wasn’t mistaken, there was only one person in the world like that.
The leader of the number one hitman organization on the deep web's rankings.
Abyssal Organization, whose code name was Vocalist!
Noella frowned slightly, meeting Palmer's scrutinizing gaze.
Palmer effortlessly took down a hitman beside him, his wrist bones cracking, and
said with a smile, “Heard your price went up again?”
Noella was speechless.
“Really, dude?” She thought.
Her price on the hit list was already worth 200 million dollars. Those after her
could line up from the Lambert Mansion all the way to the Pacific.
Clearly, Palmer had figured out who she was.
Noella’s knife swiftly entered another hitman’s neck as she said coldly, “Don’t sell
yourself short: your head's pretty valuable, too.”
Palmer was at a loss for words.
Who would've thought the infamous Wise Fool from the deep web's hit list would
have such a sharp tongue?
Noella dusted off her hands, taking down a few more hitmen nearby, and looked
up at Palmer.
“Are you here to kill Marcel, too?”
Palmer shrugged his shoulders, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to
meticulously wipe the blood from his hands.
“Does it matter if I am or not?”
He had also seen the message posted on the deep web, which specifically
mentioned Wise Fool taking the order.
He didn’t expect Wise Fool to be a girl and such a young—looking one at that.
But Palmer knew that age, gender, and appearance were the least important
things. In fact, they are the best disguise.
Noella’s gaze turned icy. If Vocalist was also here to kill Marcel, she wasn't
confident she could
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make it out unscathed.
“Back out of this job,” she said.
Palmer was totally chill, leaning against the staircase with his bespoke shirt
sporting some snazzy cufflink, oozing this indescribable ease and gentleness
with every move he made.
Even Noella, just by looking at the guy, couldn't peg him as the ruthless, vicious
killer known as Vocalist.
“Sure thing, but you gotta join the Abyssal Organization.”
Noella cursed inwardly. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
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“I'll think about it,” she said.
“I'll be waiting for the good news.”
Noella had this mixed look on her face, took one last glance at Palmer who was
cool as a cucumber, and left the corridor.
Behind her, Palmer lit up a cigarette, shrouding his sinister and chilling
expression in the smoke like a soul reaper straight out of hell.
Marcel took a couple of calls, and his face, which had softened a bit at the sight
of his granddaughter, suddenly turned grim.
He grabbed his cane and entered the next room.
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Marcel was so close to whacking him with his cane. “I sent her home.”
Sexton Pollack slapped his thigh. “What? You just let her go? I didn't even get to
see her!”
Marcel huffed and sat down on the sofa, his grandfatherly warmth gone, replaced
by an aura of authority as solid as a rock.
“In this hospital, there's no shortage of people wanting me dead.”
Sexton snorted. “What's that got to do with me? Drop dead for all I care. Don’t
expect me to shell out cash for your funeral! Where's my granddaughter—in-law?”
He turned to his grandson Palmer, who just walked in.
“You've got the nerve to show up? I'm telling you, if you don’t marry her this year,
I'll beat the
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living daylights out of you!”
Palmer rubbed his forehead with a smile, “Grandpa, you couldn't take me.”
Sexton chucked a chess piece at him, which Palmer caught with one hand,
Marcel acted as if he saw nothing and cheerfully said, “I've heard some noise.
They're here to kill me, aren't they?”
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Marcel waved him off and moved a chess piece.
“No need, I've got it all figured out. Let's play chess. No more talk of such dreary
things.”
Palmer kept quiet, still the picture of a noble gentleman, composed and serene.
Sexton threw another chess piece. “Get lost. You're a pain to see! Go ask my
granddaughter—in-law out for dinner and a movie, or you'll regret it when I'm
gone!”