At this moment, Wan Pojun asked, "You should know where the garage where you woke up is, right?"
"I know." The man said truthfully, "The garage where we woke up is in Brooklyn, New York."
Wan Pojun looked at Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, this is the only place where they and the organization have intersected. Those people who arranged the garage in advance will definitely leave a message. If we use this as a clue to check back, we should be able to find out. Got some clues!"
Ye Chen waved his hand and said lightly: "There's no need to check."
Wan Pojun hurriedly asked: "Mr. Ye, this is the only clue!"
Ye Chen said seriously: "Then there is no need to investigate. Since the other party is so cautious, the clues that should be dealt with have already been dealt with. If we go there to check at this time, we will only expose ourselves. It doesn't make any sense, we are far from capable now, to compete with such an organization, what we know now is only dead soldiers and guides, and we don't know how many dead soldiers, how many guides they have, and more I don't know, apart from the dead soldiers and guides, what other organizational structures do they have, maybe the real strength of the opponent is greater than we imagined."
Wan Pojun hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.
Even Ye Chen said that, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
Ye Chen looked at that person, and said lightly: "You cooperated very well today, but I'm not going to kill you yet."
After finishing speaking, he said to Wan Pojun: "Pojun, I'm leaving, you take him secretly to Syria and take good care of him, don't let anyone other than the core members of Wanlongdian know of his existence."
Wan Pojun nodded without thinking: "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I will make arrangements!"
Ye Chen looked at the man again and asked, "What's your name?"
The man said gratefully: "Go back to Mr. Ye, and play 547!"
Marven Ye asked him: "Which five? The Wu of martial arts, or the Wu of a single person?"
"Neither." The man smiled bitterly: "It's a number. I don't have a surname or a given name. Even my ancestors didn't know what their original surname was. We were just given a number by the organization when we were born, and then we used this number. It's just for the name."
With mixed feelings in Ye Chen's heart, he was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "You live well, and I will let you see this organization completely perish with your own eyes!"
Wu Siqi's eyes suddenly shone with an unprecedented light of hope, stared at Ye Chen, and asked respectfully: "Mr. Ye, I have answered so many questions for you, I hope you can see that I am so cooperative, tell me Next, how did you completely seal the power in my body?"
Ye Chen smiled coldly, and said, "My strength is far stronger than it!"
For Ye Chen, aura is his biggest trump card at present.
This mysterious organization is indeed powerful, even too powerful.
However, the power they use to control these dead men, or in other words, the power they use to enhance the strength of these dead men, is still no match for aura.
It is precisely because of this that Ye Chen is sure to dig out this mysterious organization one day in the future.
Wusiqi can also feel that Ye Chen's strength is far beyond his own knowledge, and the energy that even the 20th generation of dead men can't resist can be sealed in front of Ye Chen without any effort, so it can be seen Ye Chen said that the organization should be completely destroyed, not just talking.
So, he said gratefully: "If Mr. Ye can eradicate the organization, I believe that these dead soldiers will be willing to serve you!"
Ye Chen waved his hand: "It's too early to say this now. On the day I eradicate them, I will definitely give you your freedom back. It's up to you to decide what to do, whether to stay or not!"
Wu Siqi said gratefully: "Mr. Ye is merciful! On behalf of all the dead men, all relatives of the dead men, and the dead men who did not die well in the past two hundred years, thank you Mr. Ye for your great kindness!"
Although May 47 had just led someone to try to kill his grandparents and his family, Ye Chen still felt that this person, as well as the other dead men, were too pitiful.
Twenty generations of people have been raised, and they have been slaves who have not seen the sun for generations. This fate is much more tragic than that of the black slaves who were trafficked to Europe and the United States by white people.
It would be considered a meritorious deed if these dead men could be set free.
If these dead men are willing to work for them, that would be the icing on the cake. JrNovels.com