Wan Pojun on the side couldn't help but exclaimed: "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 check..."
The man also smiled bitterly and said: "There is really no need to check. Dead soldiers are slaves raised by the organization. They will always intermarry within the organization and can never escape. Therefore, we people, in any national database in this world,
None of it has been recorded, not to mention fingerprints, faces, and even DNA has long been locked. After ten generations of reproduction, our DNA basically no longer has any ethnic connection with anyone in the outside world. To put it bluntly,
, we are slaves that no one knows in this world, no one knows our life, no one knows our death..."
For the first time, Ye Chen felt an indescribable feeling of tension in his heart.
This tension does not come from fear, but from a fear of unknown giants.
The mere existence of the dead soldier had already subverted his outlook on life.
He couldn't imagine how huge this organization really was.
Immediately, he saw that this person's expression was slumped, and he did not seem to be absolutely loyal to the organization, so he asked: "From what you said, it seems that you also have some criticisms of this organization and the British Master?"
"Criticism?" The man laughed miserably: "I wish I could kill everyone in this organization to avenge my father, my grandfather, and my ancestors nine generations ago!"
Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly again and said: "But I don't have the ability... We have been yoked by the organization since we were young. The organization has given us extraordinary power, but that power is also hidden in the human body.
The bomb in our body, every seven days, we have to take a drug that suppresses that power, otherwise our whole body will explode and die, so we can't escape, we don't dare to escape, let alone resist, because everyone's life
, are all firmly controlled by the organization, not just 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, with a rare tenderness in his eyebrows, and said: "A dead man is the age for marriage when he is over twenty years old. He will marry a woman of the right age among the descendants of the dead man as required, and become a dead man.
To produce offspring, my wife is also the daughter of a dead soldier, and she gave birth to two sons for me, the older one is thirteen years old and the younger one is ten years old."
Ye Chen asked again: "Then who will raise your two sons?"
The man said: "In life, I will be raised by my wife, and at other times I will be trained by the older dead soldiers. After reaching the age of sixteen, they will become the next generation of dead soldiers and begin to perform tasks for the organization. If you are lucky enough to not reach sixty years old,
If you die, you can stay and be a mentor to young people."
Ye Chen asked: "Has the dead man ever thought about resisting?"
"Of course." The man said: "In every generation of dead soldiers, there are people who want to resist, but it makes no sense. When we leave the organization, our life span is only seven days at most. In the past, some people did not believe in evil and always felt that they could resist the power in their bodies, but none of them
All exceptions are dead.”
Speaking of this, the man continued: "The organization also has strict regulations. If one person defectes, the whole family will be together. If I want to escape, let alone whether I can survive for seven days, my wife and children will be killed, so we are like
They were slaves who were controlled by white people and had no chance to resist."
Ye Chen asked curiously: "Do you still know about white people and slaves? Have you learned these?"
"Learned it." The man nodded: "We had many courses to learn when we were young, and we have 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. That base is constantly expanding every day, and now it has grown in size.
It is comparable to a small underground city. Every time a mission is about to be carried out, the organization will make a mission list and then inject everyone on the list with drugs. After the drug is injected, we will know nothing. When we wake up,
We have already arrived at the place where we are going to go on a mission.”
As he spoke, he paused slightly and continued: "Just like this time, after we injected the medicine underground, we were already in New York when we woke up."
Ye Chen frowned and asked: "Then how did you perform the mission? Who issued the mission to you? Who directed you to the stadium?"