Xiao family be reduced to the miserable situation they are nowmoreover, Mrs. Xiao had already made up her mind to let her son take out 8 million yuan first, repay part of the bank's foreign debt, and...after the man shouted, he realized that he was now a prisoner, and he was suddenly depressed again and stopped talking.

however, the look in Ye Chen's eyes is full of awe.

Ye Chen asked coldly, "who is your so-called British master"

the man looked up at Ye Chen and said in a trance, "I …" I don't know. "

"you don't know!" Ye Chen said coldly, "you keep saying that you can die for the British Lord at any time. Now tell me you don't know who the British Lord is!" Do you think I'm a three-year-old!

the man said in horror, "I really don't know." From the day I can remember, I knew that I would give everything to the Lord, but I really didn't know who the Lord was, and I had never seen him before. "

Ye Chen frowned: "then who told you to give everything to the Lord"

the man said hurriedly, "my parents..."

"parents" Ye Chen asked coldly, "what is the role of your parents in this organization"

the man said, "my father, like me, is a dead man." He died a glorious death thirty years ago. As for my mother. She is the daughter of other dead men, and she was given to my father by the Lord. After my father died, she took poison and committed suicide at the request of the British Lord. "

Ye Chen was appalled when he heard this.

in this way, it seems that the structure of this organization is larger than one can imagine.

so he went on to ask, "does it mean that all the boys born to dead soldiers are trained to be the next generation of dead soldiers, while the girls born to them will be married to other dead men and continue to raise the next generation"

"Yes." The man nodded and said, "this is the case for every dead man, who has been handed down from the first generation to the present. The daughter of a dead man is a dead man from generation to generation, and the daughter of the dead man only has the choice of marrying the dead, having children for the dead, and reproducing offspring. If you want to break away from the dead in the future, only if you have the courage to perform meritorious service, can you have a chance of promotion."

Ye Chen was appalled.

from the reproduction of dead soldiers alone, it can be concluded that this is a mysterious organization with a long history, and the structure of the organization is so strict that it can train dead people from generation to generation!

moreover, this person's father can not be the first generation of dead soldiers, because his mother is the daughter of other dead men, that is to say, he is at least the third generation of dead men.

what is the concept of three generations in his thirties, each generation spans 20 years, then the time span of these three generations is at least more than 70 years! The Wanshengjun on the side of

was equally appalled.

even he had never heard of such a terrible mysterious organization.

Ye Chen asked at this time, "what generation of dead men are you"

"I." The man said in a trance, "I am the tenth generation of dead men."... "

"Ten generations." Ye Chen was stunned!

Ten generations of dead men have spanned more than two hundred years. The Wanshengjun beside

could not help exclaiming, "Mr. Ye, if you look at it this way, there is no need to check the faces and fingerprints of these people today, because it is impossible to find them."

the man also said with a wry smile: "there is really no need to check. Dead men, that is, slaves kept by the organization, never intermarry within each other and never escape. Therefore, we people, in any national database in the world, are not recorded, not to mention fingerprints, faces, and even have already been locked up. After ten generations of reproduction, our Basically, there is no 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 about life, no one knows about death. "

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Ye Chen felt a sense of unspeakable tension for the first time.

this tension stems not from fear, but from a fear of unknown giants.

the existence of the dead man alone has subverted his values.

he can't imagine how big the organization really is.

immediately, seeing that the man's expression was depressed and did not seem to be absolutely loyal to the organization, he asked, "listen to what you mean, do you seem to have a problem with this organization and the British Lord"

"WeChat" The man smiled bitterly and said, "I wish I could kill all the people in this organization in order to avenge my father, my grandfather and my ancestors of the last nine generations!"

speaking of this, he said with a wry smile again, "but I don't have the ability." Since childhood, we have been put on shackles that cannot be broken, and the organization has given us extraordinary strength, but that power is also a bomb hidden in us. Every seven days, we have to take drugs to inhibit that power, otherwise we will burst to death, so we cannot escape, dare not escape, and dare not resist, because all people's lives are firmly under the control of the organization, not just me. And my wife, and my two children. "

Ye Chen raised his eyebrow and asked, "you already have a child"

"Yes." The man nodded, with a rare touch of tenderness between his eyebrows, and said, "A dead man who has reached the age of 20 is the age of marriage. He will, as required, marry a woman of the right age among the descendants of the dead man and reproduce for the dead man. My wife is also the daughter of the dead man. She bore me two sons, the elder one is thirteen years old and the younger one is ten years old."

Ye Chen asked again, "who will raise your two sons"

the man said, "in life, I am raised by my wife and trained by elderly dead soldiers the rest of the time. When I reach the age of 16, I will become the next generation of dead soldiers and begin to perform tasks for the organization. If I am lucky not to die at the age of 60, I can stay and be the mentor of the young people."

Ye Chen asked, "has the dead man ever thought of resisting"

"of course." The man said, "there are people in every generation who want to resist, but it doesn't make any sense. When we leave the organization, we can only live for seven days. In the past, some people didn't believe in evil and always thought they could fight that force in their bodies, but without exception, they all died."

speaking of this, the man added: "there are strict rules in the organization that one person defects and the whole family sits. If I want to escape, regardless of whether I can live for more than seven days, my wife and children will be killed, so we are like slaves controlled by white people at that time, and we have no chance to resist."

Ye Chen asked curiously, "do you know that whites and slaves have learned this"

"learned." The man nodded: "We had a lot of lessons to learn when we were teenagers and 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 men, we have lived in an underground base, which is constantly expanding every day, and now it is as large as a small underground city." the organization will make a task list, and then inject drugs into everyone on the list, and after the drug injection, we don't know anything, and when we wake up again. We have already reached the place where we are going to go on a mission. "

as he said, he took a slight meal and continued, "just like this time, we woke up in New York after injecting the medicine underground."

Ye Chen frowned and asked, "so how do you carry out your mission" Who gave you the assignment Who guided you to the stadium "

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