Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 The Hunt Begins

“Well, well-if it isn’t Ms. Clara Tucker.” A smarmy male voice came through the phone.

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As soon as the call connected, Clara snapped, “Last time I told you to break Margaret’s legs and sell her overseas! Why didn’t you do it?!”

The man fell silent for a moment, confused. “We followed your orders to the letter. We broke her legs and sold her to an underground boxing ring abroad. She’s probably dead by now.”

“Bullshit! You’re lying to me! Margaret’s back-unscathed!” Clara was furious, losing the gentle, polite demeanor she usually put on.

“Impossible! I broke her legs with my own hands!” the man insisted.

“Enough! I don’t care about the details,” Clara cut him off. “This time, you have to get rid of Margaret- permanently. Shoot her, stage a car crash, I don’t care. Just make sure she’s dead. I’ll give you a million when it’s done!”

The man hesitated for a second, then chuckled. “Deal. Thanks in advance for the million.”

“Make sure she dies! Cut her head off if you have to!” Clara’s voice was vicious. This time, I’m not letting that hick Margaret get away.

The man sounded confident. “Don’t worry, Ms. Tucker. I’m a professional hitman.”

He was a human trafficker and a hired killer. Taking down an ordinary girl was child’s play for him. That million would be easy money.

Clara hung up, then glanced out the window. For some reason, she felt uneasy-like someone was watching her from the darkness.

Meanwhile, Margaret removed the earbud from her ear. She’d heard every word of Clara’s conversation with the man.

She’d planted a listening bug on Clara’s phone when she’d used it earlier.

A bloodthirsty smile curved on Margaret’s lips.

She hadn’t even gone after those men yet, and they’d come looking for her.

“You’re walking straight into hell,” she murmured.

Margaret quickly used her computer to track the man’s location-on the outskirts of Capaville.

She changed into all black, put on a baseball cap, grabbed a code-locked case holding a sniper rifle, and slipped out of Tucker Villa without a sound.

She had superpowers, but when it came to killing, she preferred guns. She loved the feeling of a bullet blowing through a skull-beautiful, like fireworks, and so satisfying.

Outside the villa, she flagged down a taxi.

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“Where to, miss?” The driver glanced at her outfit, thinking she looked pretty badass.

“The outskirts,” Margaret replied calmly.

The driver was chatty. Noticing her case, he joked, “You look like the cool assassins in TV shows. You wouldn’t be carrying a sniper rifle in there, would you?”

Margaret didn’t panic. She smiled and said, “Good eye, sir. I’m off to kill someone right now.”

The driver froze, then laughed. “You’re a funny one, miss.”

“Maybe,” Margaret said, smiling too. But her smile had no warmth.

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An hour later, the taxi pulled over by the side of the road in the suburbs. The driver watched the mysterious girl-carrying the long case-walk into the night.

A cold shiver ran down his spine. Could she really be an assassin?

The driver, who’d always prided himself on being brave, broke out in a cold sweat. He spun the car around, hit the gas, and sped away as fast as he could.

Margaret walked alone in the darkness of the outskirts, no fear in her at all. As an assassin, she was used to working in the shadows.

On top of that, her two-colored eyes let her see perfectly fine even when it was pitch black.

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Following the GPS on her phone, she quickly found the traffickers’ hideout-an abandoned warehouse.

A few hundred yards from the warehouse, she nimbly climbed up a big tree. It was the perfect vantage point, giving her a clear view of everything inside the warehouse.

She opened the case and assembled the sniper rifle. Lying on the tree branch, she looked through the scope, searching for her prey.

The hunt was about to start.

Inside the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, the sound of children crying echoed constantly.

“Mom, Dad, I’m scared! There are bad guys here!”

“Grandpa, Grandma, I’ll never run off again! I want to go home!”

“I’ll never take candy from strangers again! My hand hurts so bad! I want to go home!”

In a dirty, cluttered room inside the warehouse, several boys and girls-all around five or six years old- were locked up.

In the main hall of the warehouse, a group of men sat around a table, drinking and playing cards.

The children’s cries were starting to get on their nerves.

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