Chapter: 3891
Ten generations of dead men spanned more than two hundred years...
Wan Pojun on the side couldn't help exclaiming: "Mr. Ye, if you look at it this way, there is no need to check the faces, DNA, and fingerprints of this group of people today, because it is impossible to find out..."
The man also smiled wryly and said: "There is really no need to investigate. The dead are slaves raised by the organization. They will always intermarry and can never escape. Therefore, we people, in any national database in this world, There are no records, not to mention fingerprints and faces, even DNA has long been locked up. After ten generations of reproduction, our DNA basically no longer has any ethnic connection with anyone outside. To put it bluntly , we are slaves that no one knows about in this world, no one knows about life, no one knows about death..."
For the first time, Ye Chen felt an indescribable sense of tension.
This kind of tension does not come from fear, but from a fear of unknown giants.
Just the existence of the dead has already turned his three views upside down.
He dare not imagine how huge this organization really is.
Immediately, he saw that this person's expression was slumped, and he didn't seem to be absolutely loyal to the organization, so he asked: "From what you said, you seem to have some complaints about this organization and the British Lord?"
"Critical words?" The man said with a miserable smile, "I can't wait to kill everyone in this organization, so as to avenge my father, my grandfather, and my nine generations of ancestors!"
Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly again: "But I don't have this ability... We have been bound by the organization since we were young, and the organization has endowed us with power beyond ordinary people, but that power is also a bomb hidden in our body , every seven days, we have to take the medicine to suppress that power, otherwise we will explode and die, so we can't escape, and we dare not escape, let alone resist, because everyone's life is organized Firmly in control, not only me, but also my wife, and my two children..."
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and asked, "You already have a child?"
"Yes." The man nodded, showing a little tenderness between his brows, and said, "When a dead man reaches the age of 20, he is the age for marriage, and he will marry a woman of the appropriate age among the descendants of the dead man as required. To reproduce, my wife is also the daughter of a dead man, and she bore me two sons, the older one was thirteen years old and the younger one was ten years old."
Ye Chen asked again: "Then who will take care of your two sons?"
The humane said: "In life, my wife will raise me, and the rest of the time will be trained by older dead men. After reaching the age of sixteen, they will become the next generation of dead men and start performing tasks for the organization. If you die, you can stay and be a mentor to young people."
Ye Chen asked: "Has the dead man thought about resisting?"
"Of course." The man said: "In every generation of dead soldiers, there are people who want to resist, but it doesn't make any sense. We leave the organization, and the longest life span is only seven days. Some people didn't believe in evil before, and always felt that they could resist the power in their bodies, but none Exceptions are all dead."
Speaking of this, the man said again: "The organization still has strict regulations. If one person defectes, the whole family will sit together. If I want to escape, let alone whether I can live for seven days, my wife and children will be killed, so we are like They were slaves controlled by white people back then, and they had no chance to resist."
Ye Chen asked curiously: "You also know about white people and slaves, have you learned about them?"
"I have learned it." The man nodded: "We had a lot of lessons to learn when we were young, and we had a certain cultural foundation."
Ye Chen asked him: "Where do you usually live? Which country?"
"I don't know..." The man shook his head and said: "As far as I know, since my grandfather's generation of dead soldiers, we have lived in an underground base, and that base is constantly expanding every day, and now it is comparable to a small In the underground city, every time a mission is due, the organization will make a list of tasks, and then inject everyone on the list with drugs. The place where the mission is carried out."
As he said that, he paused slightly, and continued: "Like this time, we injected the drug underground, and when we woke up, we were already in New York."
Ye Chen frowned and asked: "Then how did you carry out the mission? Who issued you the mission? Who directed you to the stadium?"
The man blurted out: "It's a guide."
"Guide..."
Ye Chen muttered something softly, and asked, "Have you met the guide?"
"No." The man explained: "I don't know who the guide is. When we arrived in New York this time, when we woke up, we were already in a closed garage, where the organization left the equipment needed for the mission. And some information, the information lists the target, the target's kinship and social relationship, and the situation of the masters around them. Because we know that there will be several high-level warriors, we specially prepared enhanced weapons for us. It also reminded us what we need to pay attention to and what kind of tactics we should adopt, and then gave us a certain amount of time to familiarize ourselves with the information, and then we waited for the notice of departure, and when we arrived at the scene, the guide passed a transfer and informed me of the appropriate time to attack."
Ye Chen asked: "What does transit mean?"
That person said: "The organization does not allow any form of direct contact between us and the guide, so the guide will communicate the situation to her contact person in the organization, and then the contact person will pass the news to me."
Ye Chen asked him: "How does your contact person send you information?" JrNovels.com
Wan Pojun on the side couldn't help exclaiming: "Mr. Ye, if you look at it this way, there is no need to check the faces, DNA, and fingerprints of this group of people today, because it is impossible to find out..."
The man also smiled wryly and said: "There is really no need to investigate. The dead are slaves raised by the organization. They will always intermarry and can never escape. Therefore, we people, in any national database in this world, There are no records, not to mention fingerprints and faces, even DNA has long been locked up. After ten generations of reproduction, our DNA basically no longer has any ethnic connection with anyone outside. To put it bluntly , we are slaves that no one knows about in this world, no one knows about life, no one knows about death..."
For the first time, Ye Chen felt an indescribable sense of tension.
This kind of tension does not come from fear, but from a fear of unknown giants.
Just the existence of the dead has already turned his three views upside down.
He dare not imagine how huge this organization really is.
Immediately, he saw that this person's expression was slumped, and he didn't seem to be absolutely loyal to the organization, so he asked: "From what you said, you seem to have some complaints about this organization and the British Lord?"
"Critical words?" The man said with a miserable smile, "I can't wait to kill everyone in this organization, so as to avenge my father, my grandfather, and my nine generations of ancestors!"
Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly again: "But I don't have this ability... We have been bound by the organization since we were young, and the organization has endowed us with power beyond ordinary people, but that power is also a bomb hidden in our body , every seven days, we have to take the medicine to suppress that power, otherwise we will explode and die, so we can't escape, and we dare not escape, let alone resist, because everyone's life is organized Firmly in control, not only me, but also my wife, and my two children..."
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and asked, "You already have a child?"
"Yes." The man nodded, showing a little tenderness between his brows, and said, "When a dead man reaches the age of 20, he is the age for marriage, and he will marry a woman of the appropriate age among the descendants of the dead man as required. To reproduce, my wife is also the daughter of a dead man, and she bore me two sons, the older one was thirteen years old and the younger one was ten years old."
Ye Chen asked again: "Then who will take care of your two sons?"
The humane said: "In life, my wife will raise me, and the rest of the time will be trained by older dead men. After reaching the age of sixteen, they will become the next generation of dead men and start performing tasks for the organization. If you die, you can stay and be a mentor to young people."
Ye Chen asked: "Has the dead man thought about resisting?"
"Of course." The man said: "In every generation of dead soldiers, there are people who want to resist, but it doesn't make any sense. We leave the organization, and the longest life span is only seven days. Some people didn't believe in evil before, and always felt that they could resist the power in their bodies, but none Exceptions are all dead."
Speaking of this, the man said again: "The organization still has strict regulations. If one person defectes, the whole family will sit together. If I want to escape, let alone whether I can live for seven days, my wife and children will be killed, so we are like They were slaves controlled by white people back then, and they had no chance to resist."
Ye Chen asked curiously: "You also know about white people and slaves, have you learned about them?"
"I have learned it." The man nodded: "We had a lot of lessons to learn when we were young, and we had a certain cultural foundation."
Ye Chen asked him: "Where do you usually live? Which country?"
"I don't know..." The man shook his head and said: "As far as I know, since my grandfather's generation of dead soldiers, we have lived in an underground base, and that base is constantly expanding every day, and now it is comparable to a small In the underground city, every time a mission is due, the organization will make a list of tasks, and then inject everyone on the list with drugs. The place where the mission is carried out."
As he said that, he paused slightly, and continued: "Like this time, we injected the drug underground, and when we woke up, we were already in New York."
Ye Chen frowned and asked: "Then how did you carry out the mission? Who issued you the mission? Who directed you to the stadium?"
The man blurted out: "It's a guide."
"Guide..."
Ye Chen muttered something softly, and asked, "Have you met the guide?"
"No." The man explained: "I don't know who the guide is. When we arrived in New York this time, when we woke up, we were already in a closed garage, where the organization left the equipment needed for the mission. And some information, the information lists the target, the target's kinship and social relationship, and the situation of the masters around them. Because we know that there will be several high-level warriors, we specially prepared enhanced weapons for us. It also reminded us what we need to pay attention to and what kind of tactics we should adopt, and then gave us a certain amount of time to familiarize ourselves with the information, and then we waited for the notice of departure, and when we arrived at the scene, the guide passed a transfer and informed me of the appropriate time to attack."
Ye Chen asked: "What does transit mean?"
That person said: "The organization does not allow any form of direct contact between us and the guide, so the guide will communicate the situation to her contact person in the organization, and then the contact person will pass the news to me."
Ye Chen asked him: "How does your contact person send you information?" JrNovels.com
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