When Guerilla finished with the gruesome murders, the room was filled with dead bodies.
Queenie went to each and everyone of them and inspected them like they were jewelries.
After she was done, she got up and walked back to Guerilla. "You did well, Guerilla. But this isn't the end. You're the only surviving one of Natasha's spies, so you'll do something for me."
Guerilla listened with rapt attention. After all, it had everything to do with his daughter's wellbeing.
After Queenie was done, he nodded his head and stood beside her.
Queenie then addressed the rest of the conglomerate. "It's amazing how they had forgotten my rule in such a short span of five years. And they did just as they pleased."
One of them who was uneasy on his chair quickly caught the attention of Queenie. And she looked towards the woman.
"You look like you have something to say."
The woman hesitated for a while before she got up.
"You were gone for five years. We were told that your memory might not ret
