The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Charlie couldn’t imagine how huge this organization really is. Immediately, he saw that the person’s expression was slumped. And he didn’t seem to be absolutely loyal to the organization, so he asked, “According to what you said, you seem to have a lot of criticism about this organization and the Master?

The man replied, “I wish I could kill all the people in this organization in order to avenge my father, my grandfather and my ancestors from the previous nine generations!”

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly again, “But I don’t have the ability to do so.

We have been shackled by the organization since we were young.

The organization has given us superhuman power, but that power is also a bomb hidden in our body.

Every seven days, we have to take a drug that suppresses that power.

Without drugs, we will burst and die, so we can’t escape, we don’t dare to escape, and we don’t dare to resist, because everyone’s life is firmly controlled by the organization.

Not only me, but also my wife, and my two children…”

Charlie raised his eyebrows and asked, “You already have children?”

“Yes.” The man nodded, his eyebrows rarely showed some warmth, and he said, “When the dead man is twenty years old.

It is the age of marriage.

according to the requirements, I will marry a woman of the right age

the daughter of the dead

me, the elder is thirteen years old, and the younger is ten

who will take care

my wife takes care of them,

will become the next generation

lucky enough to not die by the age of sixty, they can stay and be

the dead men thought

of dead men wants to resist, but

and our life

and always felt that they could resist the power in their

are

this, the man added, “The

one person defecting, the whole family sits together, if I want to escape, let’s not say whether I can live for seven days, my wife and

slaves, fully

curiously, “You seem to know about the history of

had a lot of courses to learn when we were young, and

do you usually live? Which

know, since my grandfather’s generation of dead men, we have lived in