The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family

Porter, who was aside, could not help but exclaim, "Mr. Wade, in that case, it would be unnecessary to look into the faces, fingerprints, and DNA of this group of people today, because it would be impossible to find anything..."

The man also smiled bitterly and said," There is really no need to investigate. Dead soldiers are slaves raised by the organization. There are always internal marriages, and we will never be able to escape. Therefore, we are not recorded in any national databases in this world.

Forget about fingerprints and faces, but even our DNA has been locked up, and after ten generations of reproduction, our DNA is basically no longer related to any ethnic group with anyone in the outside world. To

put it bluntly, we are slaves that no one knows of in this world. No one knows when we live, and no one knows when we die..."

Charlie felt an indescribable tension in his heart for the first time.

This tension was not derived from fear itself, but it was a kind of fear of unknown giants.

The mere existence of dead soldiers has already subverted his perception.

He did not dare to imagine how huge this organization really was.

Immediately after that, he saw that the man had a disheveled expression and did not seem to be absolutely loyal to the organization. So, Charlie spoke up and asked, "Based on what you have said, you seem to have some criticisms about this organization and the British Lord?"

"Criticism?" The man laughed miserably and said, "1 wish that I can kill all of the people in this organization to avenge my father, my grandfather, and my ancestors from the past nine generations!"

Having said that, he smiled wryly again and said, "But I don't have the ability... We have been shackled to this organization since we were young. The organization has given us superhuman power, but that power hidden within us is also like a hidden bomb in our bodies. We have to take a drug that suppresses that power once every seven days. Otherwise, we will explode and die. So, we cannot escape, and we do not dare to escape or resist because everyone's life is firmly controlled by the organization. It's not just me, but even my wife and my two children..."

Charlie raised his brows and asked, "You already have children?" "Yes." The man nodded, and a rare hint of tenderness appeared on his face as he said, "A dead soldier will reach a marriageable age when he is twenty years old, and he will marry anoveldrama

woman of the right age amongst the descendants of the dead soldiers according to the requirements for the dead soldier to reproduce. My wife was also the daughter of a dead soldier, and she gave birth to two sons for me. The eldest one is thirteen years old, and the younger one is ten years old."

Charlie asked again, "Who raises your sons, then?"

The man said, "My wife takes care of their daily needs, and they are trained by the older dead soldiers at other times. After reaching the age of sixteen, they will become the next generation of dead soldiers, and they will begin performing tasks for the organization. If they are still alive by chance at sixty years old, they can stay to be the young men's mentor."

Charlie asked, "Have the dead soldiers ever thought of rebelling?"

"Of course." The man said, "There are people in every generation of dead soldiers who want to resist, but there is no point to it. We can only live for seven days at most if we leave the organization. Some people did not believe it in the past, and they always thought that they would be able to fight against the power within their bodies, but they all died without exception."

Having said that, the man added, "The organization also has strict rules. If one person defects, the entire family will be implicated. If I want to escape, it does not matter if I will be able to survive the seven days or not, but my wife and children will be killed. So, we are just like slaves who are being controlled in the ancient days, and we have no chance to resist at all."

Charlie asked curiously, "You also know about slaves being controlled in the ancient days? You learned about this before?" "Yes." The man nodded. "We learned a lot of lessons as teenagers, and we have a certain cultural foundation."

Charlie asked him, "Where do you usually live? Which country?"

"I'm not sure..." The man shook his

head and said, "As far as I know, we have been living in an underground base ever since my grandfather's generation of dead soldiers. The scale now is comparable to a small underground city. The organization will make a mission list every time there is a mission. After that, they would inject drugs into everyone on the list. After the injection, we will not know anything, and when we wake up again, we would have already arrived at the location where the mission is to take place."

Having said that, he paused slightly and continued, "It was the same this time. After we were injected with drugs underground, we were in New York by the time we woke up." Charlie frowned and asked, "How did you carry out the mission, then? Who issued the mission to you? Who guided you to the venue?"

The man blurted out, "It was the guide.