"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. But she preferred to handle those matters herself.

Malina asked again, "And what about Mr. Johnson? How is he treating you? Have the Johnson Family mentioned when they'll arrange the engagement ceremony for you two?" Hedy's eyes flickered.

Mr. Johnson referred to Oliver Johnson, the only son of the Johnson Group in San Francisco, and also her fiancé.

The marriage between the Ellis Family and the Johnson Family had something to do with the grandfathers of both families.

Both grandfathers had been villagers in Geary Village, and their bond was as close as brothers. They had made a pact to betroth the next generations to each other.

Due to certain circumstances, the arranged marriage had been postponed until Hedy and Oliver's generation.

However, the Johnson Family's business had grown tremendously, transforming from a humble village household to a prominent family in San Francisco.

According to the common plot twists in dramas, the Johnson Family should have kept silent about this marriage arrangement.

However, Oliver's grandfather held a deep respect for the principle of honesty in business dealings.

Not only did he not neglect the Ellis Family, but he also frequently sent gifts to the countryside.

Upon hearing that Hedy's exam results were unsatisfactory, Oliver's grandfather arranged for Hedy to attend Lowell High School, the best prestigious school in San Francisco.

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

Unfortunately, Mr. Johnson did not inherit his grandfather's virtues.

Hedy's host had endured three years of bullying at school without any help from Mr. Johnson.

Furthermore, Oliver's grandfather passed away earlier this year, making it impossible to arrange an engagement ceremony.

"There's no rush." Buddy looked at his wife.

"City folks have high standards, and Mr. Johnson might not think 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 her." "You're right," Malina nodded in agreement. "Even if the Johnson Family offers us a billion dollars, we won't accept it if Hedy is not willing!"

Hedy kept her head down, eating her meal in silence.

This kind of love from her parents felt unfamiliar to her.

...****************...

After dinner, Malina entered Hedy's bedroom, meticulously checking the items her daughter needed for school, fearing that she might have missed something.

She quietly turned off the lights and left after Hedy couldn't resist her drowsiness any longer and fell asleep.

However, as soon as she left, Hedy opened her eyes, her pupils gleaming with a cold light.

"There's a smell of blood and gunpowder in the air."

Assassins had to deal with bullets and blades all the time, and sharp vigilance was the first requirement for survival.

She was certain that a gunfight had taken place in the mountains behind her house. Pretending to be tired, she intentionally made Mrs. Ellis leave.

"In the USA, people don't easily pull the trigger unless their lives are in danger."

"So, what's going on in the mountains?"

"Cops versus mobs? Or a battle among mobs?"

"Either way, Malina and Buddy might be in danger. They are too close to this place."

A 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 for the mountains.

The system retained her skills as an international assassin from her previous life. Soon, she found an elderly man behind a bush, with a tree branch piercing through his thigh.

He gritted his teeth tightly, drenched in cold sweat, trying hard not to make a sound.

The old man was dressed in military green attire, and the badge on his shoulder made Hedy's pupils dilate slightly.

She recognized this emblem - it was the prestigious Medal of Honor belonging to Amos King, one of the founding fathers of the USA.

In his youth, General King had led three hundred soldiers and miraculously defeated an invading army of over one hundred thousand on the frontier, shedding blood to protect the integrity of the homeland. Since then, he had gained international fame.

Even Hedy admired this man.

Now the question arose.

Who dared to hunt down a military district chief within the borders of the USA?

"I found you, Mr. King."

Around the corner appeared a burly Italian man with a stubbled chin, holding a silenced assault rifle, aiming the barrel at Amos's heart.

"Mi dispiace molto, ma come dice il proverbio: "Prendi i soldi, aggiusta i problemi".

(I'm very sorry, but as the saying goes: "Take the money, fix the problems.")

Amos struggled to catch his breath, his eagle-like eyes fixed firmly on the Italian man. A sense of desolation filled his heart.

Who would have thought that after a lifetime of military service, he would end up dying so helplessly?

"Crack!"

The sound of crushed leaves abruptly echoed.

It caught the attention of both the stubbled-chin man and Amos. They turned to the left and discovered a young girl, about eighteen years old, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind the tree. She wore a pink pajama set with a floral print featuring little white rabbits, her long hair cascading down her back, making her look quite beautiful.

It was her eyes, though they seemed somewhat calm, perhaps even unnaturally so.

"Run!" Amos swiftly grabbed the man's leg, urging the girl to flee.

Protecting the people of the USA was a duty engraved deep within him!

The girl appeared to be a villager who happened to pass by this area, unaware of the danger right in front of her.

"Shit!" The burly man kicked Amos away and immediately aimed the gun at the girl, his finger resting on the trigger.

He was told that the beheading operation should not be witnessed by anyone else!

Perhaps the man's intimidating presence was too much, as the girl bent her knees slightly, crouching down.

Seeing this, a disdainful expression appeared in the man's eyes.

She must be scared now!

But in the next moment.

The girl sprang forward like a compressed spring, knocking down the man with a spinning kick. She swiftly took the gun from his hand, aimed it at him, and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

The gunshot echoed as the bullet hit its mark - right between the man's eyebrows!

In the moonlight, the girl stood with her body turned to the side, holding the rifle in one hand. Her golden hair danced wildly in the wind as the chilling intent in her eyes remained undisguised, as cold and ruthless as the Grim Reaper.

"You...you..."

General King found himself unusually stuttering!

This girl, wearing adorable pajamas, had not only disarmed the Italian assassin but also turned the tables on him, killing him barehanded.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it!

"Who are you?" Amos asked nervously.

"The one who saved you," Hedy's voice remained calm and unruffled.

She wasn't exactly a kind-hearted person, but she was willing to save Amos.

She pulled the belt off the dead body and used it to stop the bleeding above Amos's thigh.

Then she grabbed a tree branch and tore off the dead man's shirt to use as a makeshift bandage.

Amos grunted, the veins on his neck bulging. Despite his advanced age, he didn't cry out in pain.

'Hedy couldn't help admiring Amos even more.

She took out a bullet, bit open the cap at the base, and sprinkled the gunpowder evenly over the wound, which had already been stopped from bleeding.

After that, she lit the gunpowder, creating a dazzling flame on the wound.

Amos still showed no signs of pain. Instead, he stared at Hedy with a sharper gaze.

"This is an emergency hemostasis and disinfection method commonly used on the battlefield. Who are you?"

Such a familiar technique didn't seem like something that could come from the hands of an eighteen-year-old girl!

Moreover, she had just blown off the head of the Italian assassin with one shot, displaying remarkable marksmanship!

It was as if she had repeated this entire sequence of actions countless times before! Hedy frowned.

In the end, she revealed her name, "Hedy Ellis."

With Amos's status, even if she played dumb, her background would still be thoroughly investigated.

However, no matter how much he investigated, he wouldn't be able to discover that she was a reincarnated person.

The sound of numerous footsteps approached from a distance. Hedy knew that Amos's reinforcements had arrived. She left Amos behind and headed towards her own home.

Amos stayed there in a daze.

Was she just going to leave like that?

She saved a national hero and didn't even want any rewards?

Or... did she disdain taking it?

...****************...

The next morning, Hedy bid farewell to her parents and boarded the bus with a backpack, heading towards school.

It was still early, and there wasn't much traffic on the highway. The relaxed driver's nerves suddenly tensed up as a Rolls-Royce sports car approached from the opposite direction.

The backseat window of the car was half-open, allowing the driver to catch a glimpse of the man sitting inside.

The man appeared to be around twenty-seven years old, dressed in a well-tailored, luxurious black suit. His features were sharply defined, with a chiseled jawline, and his deep, narrow eyes exuded an icy coldness. He was even more handsome than the hottest male celebrities in the entertainment industry right now.

Swish.

The two vehicles brushed past each other and disappeared in each other's rearview mirrors. Hedy lowered her head, engrossed in playing with her phone, completely oblivious to this scene. "Ding! Trial mission activated."

The system's prompt sounded, and she saw a line of text that others couldn't see before her.

"Trial Mission (1): Achieve first place in the monthly exam at Lowell High School."

"Although I haven't experienced institutionalized education, I've been educated in various fields by the organization. After going through the knowledge of the final year of high school, taking the top spot should be a piece of cake," she murmured to herself.

An hour later, the bus stopped at the gate of Lowell High School.

Hedy got off the bus, and in front of her, there was a musical fountain with a giant white book sculpture in the middle. The book was engraved with a few words:

"Strive for education for life."

As it was the best elite school in the city, students and their families passing by were dressed in branded clothes and adorned with expensive accessories.

Hedy, on the other hand, was an exception.

She was wearing an outdated white short-sleeved shirt paired with faded blue jeans. The edges of her canvas shoes had turned yellow, and besides a hair tie, there were no other accessories in her simple ponytail.

She stood out from everything and everyone around her.

Naturally, she attracted attention.

"What the hell, who's this country bumpkin? We don't have any transfer students in this school, do we?"

"Who else could it be? Who's the poorest in the whole school? It's Mr. Johnson's rural fiancée, of course!"

"Hedy? No way, I remember Hedy being ugly as hell, with that thick bangs looking like a female ghost. How could she be this beautiful?"

"You fool. She just brushed her bangs up, and I'm seriously smitten..."

"Hurry up. Take a picture and show it to others!"

Like they had discovered a new continent, many students took out their phones and began snapping pictures of Hedy.

Some boys were even left in a daze. Hedy was so beautiful today!

She carried her bag on one shoulder, hands casually in her pockets, standing tall with confident strides. Her cold, captivating eyes and the occasional chilling glint at the corners mesmerized and instilled a sense of fear in people.

With her icy and cool demeanor, they could believe she was a professional assassin!

"Gee, it's just a hairstyle change, what's so surprising?"

Some girls wore disdainful expressions and spoke with jealousy.

But no matter how jealous they were, they couldn't hide Hedy's beauty, and the fact that this news of her transformation was spreading like wildfire within the campus.

By the time Hedy reached the entrance of the senior year (Class 2) classroom following her memory of the route, the entire class already knew about her makeover.

They looked at Hedy with disdain and disgust, their young faces filled with contempt.

"Well, the bumpkin sure got pretty!"

"Hey, the bumpkin is beautiful!"

"So what? The moment she comes in, I can smell that poverty smell, it's so disgusting."

"Stop it. I'm gonna puke my breakfast if you keep talking."

"Remember when Oliver's grandfather, Stephen Johnson, wanted to put Hedy in the same class as Oliver? But even the vice principal was afraid that Hedy would drag them down and disrupt the studious atmosphere of the top class.

That's why they just put her in our class."

"It's all Hedy's fault. She should go to hell, damn it!"

Hedy stepped into the classroom.

Today was the day for changing seats. To encourage students to make more friends, the school allowed everyone to freely choose their seats on a first-come, first-served basis.

Hedy picked an empty seat, but before she could even place her backpack down, the girl at the neighboring desk slammed her hand on the table and looked up with a fake smile. "Sorry, this spot is taken. She went to the bathroom."

As soon as the words fell, someone snickered. No one had taken that seat; they just didn't want to be Hedy's deskmate!

Hedy calmly glanced at the girl and moved to another nearby empty seat. But before she could even reach it, the girl next to the empty seat stood up and said impatiently,

"This seat is taken too. Find another place."

Who the hell would want to be Hedy's deskmate?

This time, there were even more people laughing mockingly.Hedy narrowed her eyes slightly, a chilling coldness gathering in her gaze.

Just then, a boy with a fair share of acne on his face raised his hand and spoke loudly.

"Here! There is an empty seat here!"

Hedy turned and headed towards the boy. As she was about to place her bag on the seat, the boy stomped his foot on the chair, his friendly expression turning into arrogance and disdain.

"But this empty seat is reserved for a 'human'. You, you stupid pig, don't deserve it!"

"Hahaha!"

The whole class burst into laughter.

The boy's expression grew even more smug.

Hedy thought to herself:

The last person who provoked her like this, how did they end up again?

She let go of her bag and landed a heavy punch on the boy's face!

"Ah!" The boy howled in pain.

Immediately after, Hedy kicked the boy in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground!

The boy writhed in pain, his features contorted, unable to utter a single word!

"Now, can I sit here?" Hedy asked coldly.

She was best at reasoning with people. But force was the only language she used.

The classroom fell silent.The students stood there dumbfounded. Not only because the timid Hedy had just hit someone or Hedy had emerged victorious.

But because-

They hadn't even seen Hedy's movements! Hedy's speed was like special effects from a movie! Too unreal!

The boy who had been beaten bent his body and stood up, one hand covering his face and the other clutching his stomach, his eyes filled with shock and indignation.

"Hedy, how dare you hit me! Have you forgotten who my mom is?!"

His name was Jack Smith, and his mother, Lisa Jones, was one of the trustees at Lowell High School!

How dare Hedy mess with him? She was risking her future at Lowell High School!

"Only the incompetent emphasize the support they have when they are at a disadvantage. Keep bluffing!" Hedy said calmly

"Just wait!"

Jack threatened as he stormed out of the classroom to report to his mother.

The rest of the students exchanged bewildered glances, expecting Hedy to regret or show fear.

But there was no trace of fear on Hedy's face. She calmly flipped open her textbook, as if there was no one else around.

The morning light cast a slanting glow on her, enveloping her in a dazzling warmth. But the impression she gave off was cold, so cold that people dared not approach her. She seemed detached from the world, both lonely and arrogantly aloof.

"I must be hallucinating. How could a bumpkin become an aloof goddess!"

The less resilient children kept patting their heads with the palms of their hands, trying to snap themselves out of it.

...****************...

Meanwhile, Geary Village's First Hospital.

In the special ward.

Amos lay in bed with an IV drip, his complexion much rosier.

Sitting by his bedside was a handsome man with a regal bearing and a tall stature.

He was elegantly peeling an apple, his fingers long and pale, with clearly defined knuckles. It was as if an artist was sculpting a masterpiece, and it was quite pleasing to the eye. The atmosphere in the room was heavy.

Amos whispered, "I am fine. Preston, don't be angry."

Preston King didn't respond, continuing to peel the apple.

Amos quickly exchanged a glance with his bodyguard, Michael.

Wiping off a bead of sweat, Michael gathered his courage and said,

"Childe King, the commander just wanted to go fishing alone in the mountains. He didn't expect to run into a foreign assassin on our territory."

"Yes," another person chimed in. "We haven't figured out who sent that assassin."

Strangely, there's no trace or clue, considering the extensive surveillance network in the USA.

"The Queen." Preston stopped peeling the apple.

"You mean the person who attacked the commander is related to this 'Queen'?" Michael nodded with a solemn expression.

"It's indeed possible for her to pull off such a thing."

Killer Queen.

It's worth emphasizing that "Queen" is not her code name, but rather the honorary title given to her by the assassin community.

She had single-handedly taken down the biggest drug lord in the Golden Triangle, traversed the depths of the Amazon rainforest, and dismantled some extremist organizations. She was truly a legend. So, if it was Queen, everything that had happened made sense.

But...

"But Queen is dead."

Michael picked up the iPad next to him, entered a website address, and a video popped up.

He aimed the screen at everyone and pressed play. The video was dark, intentionally shot in low light to obscure the location, with only a faint beam of flashlight illuminating the scene.

The light revealed a young boy lying on the ground, his profile displaying an innocent and fair complexion, but he was barely clinging to life. "Lucifer, come back. Don't you want to be reunited with your little brother?"

The voice echoed, and unexpectedly, the young boy gasped his final breath and became completely still.

He couldn't withstand the pain, given his fragile and sickly condition since childhood.

"Damn it!" The person behind the camera cursed in anger. "Save him! Save him now! Weren't you supposed to be more gentle? Damn it!" Amidst the curses, doctors rushed in and made every effort to resuscitate him, but they shook their heads helplessly.

He had died. And that was where the video ended.

"This boy is Queen's younger brother."

Michael explained:

"A month ago, Queen escaped with her brother from the organization. However, her brother turned back halfway to buy time for his sister.

The organization's leader was furious and recorded the video to force Queen to come back. But unexpectedly, her brother died."

Michael's tone carried a hint of sorrow.

The boy in the video didn't reveal his sister's whereabouts, not even uttering a cry of pain.

Was he worried that his sister would return for revenge if she heard him in agony?

But his sister still returned.

"Seven days after the video was uploaded, Queen returned to the organization and perished in the fire along with those people."

Michael shook his head. "So, it's unlikely that Queen planned this incident."

Preston diverted his gaze from the iPad.

He couldn't believe that the mighty Queen had met such a tragic end.

"Sir! We've got Hedy's information," a soldier saluted at the door.

"Bring it here," Amos was curious about the content of the information.

On the first page of the document, there was a student photo of a young girl, with the following details written below:

Hedy, 18 years old, resident of Geary Village, father Buddy, mother Malina, currently a senior-year student at Lowell High School, an ordinary student.

"Is that all?" Amos flipped through the file back and forth, feeling that there was much more missing from it.

"Yes..." the soldier scratched his head, finding it hard to believe that the delicate and obedient girl in the photo had rescued his leader from the hands of an Italian assassin.

"Preston, what do you think?" Amos handed the document to Preston.

Preston looked at the girl in the photo for a moment, then his gaze settled on the words "Lowell High School."

"I'm going to visit Lowell High School."

The King Family must return the favor.

...****************...

Lowell High School.

The tightly closed gate of Class 2 suddenly swung open as a plump and angry-looking woman barged in.

"Where's Hedy?"

It was Jack's mother, Lisa, one of the trustees of Lowell High School.

With a nasal strip in his nostrils to stop the bleeding, Jack followed behind Lisa, his face filled with anger as he searched for Hedy.

It took him less than three seconds to find Hedy because she was still sitting in her original seat, seemingly unfazed.

"Mom, she's right there!" Jack pointed and shouted.