"Alas..." Yin Qianshang sighed with a very regretful look: "Having such a powerful force at such a young age, my achievements will definitely be even greater than what I am now when I grow up... It's a pity... I am destined to be on the death record.
A member of the Communist Party of China, no matter how talented he is, will only be strangled in the cradle."
Yin Qianshang looked at Sheng Yujie but still had no reaction, so he continued to seduce: "As long as you tell me where the key to the DCR is? I can consider crossing your name off the death register."
Sheng Yujie raised his eyes, bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his mouth, making him look even more enchanting. He smiled coldly and sarcastically: "You think I will believe your lies."
Who doesn't know that except for the deceased (or paying a huge price), it is simply impossible to cross out a name from the death register.
The gentle smile on Yin Qianshang's mouth suddenly disappeared, replaced by coldness and cruelty: "If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink."
"I've tasted all the 'wine' you have here. I wonder what other good 'wines' the death organization can entertain me with?" Sheng Yujie smiled playfully.
"You..." Yin Qianshang was about to explode with anger, but he couldn't show it. He had never seen such a stubborn person before. What kind of power had supported him until now?
Yin Qian's sorrow is incomprehensible.
"Young Master, just throw him into the death chamber." A black-clothed killer couldn't stand it.
"What do you know? Throw him into the death chamber and he will come out alive! Stupid!" Yin Qianshang glared at the killer coldly, then waved his sleeves and left.
(Sugar: This death room is a place where the leaders of the death organization have been trained. Only those who come out alive from the death room are qualified to become the leaders of the death organization. It is also the place where killers who make mistakes are punished!)
The underground inner base of the death organization, outside the death chamber.
Two beautiful young men in black and a group of men in black were standing outside the death chamber waiting in the same clothes. They had the same face, the same eye color, the same color hair, and even the same temperament. The two of them were simply the same.
They are exactly the same, indistinguishable from each other.
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If they didn't say who they were, they wouldn't be able to tell who was the elder brother and who was the younger brother.
(Sugar: Haha! I know! Readers complained: Why don’t you say you are the author!)
"Why do you think my adoptive father hasn't come out after so long?"/Why don't you think my adoptive father still hasn't come out after so long?"
When the two spoke, even the corners of their mouths curved in the same arc.
In response to this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled at this amazing tacit understanding, and the corners of their mouths curved slightly. At the moment they were born, they had an amazing tacit understanding, and they were exactly the same about what they wanted to say and do.
"I think...well, you go ahead and say it!"/"I think...well, you go ahead and say it!"
Even the way they speak is in perfect harmony.
The people in black next to them couldn't help but sigh softly: "What a terrible tacit understanding."