Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 157

Margaret's expression was calm. "Oh."

She'd just been thinking about how to make them send word that the mission failed quickly, so more hitmen would come.

Turns out, this hitman was pretty cooperative.

Deserved a bullet for that.

She slowly pointed the gun at him, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and another bullet pierced his forehead.

Under her power, these two hitmen didn't stand a chance to fight back!

Margaret kicked their bodies into a stinking ditch a few yards away, like she was tossing garbage.

She didn't care if the bodies were found. In a ghetto like this, all kinds of bodies were fished out of the ditches every day.

"Boring."

She tossed the guns into the stinking ditch in disgust.

She took out wet wipes and wiped her hands clean.

Margaret jumped back up the tree, pulled out her phone, and opened the game again.

Gaming is way more fun.

She just logged into a ranked match when her phone screen flickered—an unknown call came in.

Margaret answered it.

"Who's this?" she asked casually.

On the other end, a hoarse, deep voice filled with irritation came through. "Maggie, did you forget about me?"

When she switched to the call screen because of Andrew's call, she'd been fighting for the river crab in the mid lane. By the time she got back to the game, she'd actually given up first blood!

Margaret frowned her charming eyebrows, staring at the gray death screen on her phone. A cold frost crept over her pretty face.

Her tone was a little annoyed. "Andrew, what's up?"

Ever since she picked up this game, she hadn't died a single time—not once—on her grind from Bronze all the way to her current rank of 100 Stars.

She didn't even want the hero she was playing to die.

She loved killing, loved blood, loved taking lives.

But she hated dying herself.

Especially since she'd already died once in real life!

But just now, because of Andrew's call, she'd successfully given up first blood!

To put it simply, this jerk Andrew had taken her first blood!

On the other end of the line, Andrew didn't seem to notice her irritation. His deep, sexy voice was full of enchanting charm. "Maggie, have you missed me?"

Margaret was still fuming about her death as she tapped her phone screen. She snapped back, "No."

It had only been a day since she'd left Andrew. She wouldn't feel the urge to drink his blood for at least another two or three days.

Walter sat on the side, trembling. Andrew's expression is so scary right now!

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