Chapter 2444

Ye Chen's mocking and sarcastic words filled the commander with resentment.

He clung to his last breath, gritting his teeth as he said: "The Yingzhu... the Yingzhu will surely avenge me!"

Ye Chen let out a cold snort and said disdainfully: "I can tell you, just like those death warriors, you also have that kind of periodically erupting lethal poison in your body—if you don't get the antidote within a week, death is certain, right?"

Upon hearing this, the commander's eyes filled with shock.

He didn't know how Ye Chen could see the toxin hidden in his body.

Ye Chen ignored his shock and continued to sneer: "You and those death warriors are essentially no different—you're just donkeys pulling the mill for the Yingzhu, and the only advantage you have over the death warriors is that you don't need to have your eyes blindfolded with black cloth like they do."

Saying this, Ye Chen suddenly recalled something and said with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, you or your fathers must have climbed up from being death warriors, am I right?"

"Because of your more devoted performance, the Yingzhu gave you a ladder to rise, a so-called title of Elite Cavalry Guard, allowing you to take off the black cloth over your eyes. You or your fathers were thus deeply moved and greatly encouraged, believing you had achieved class advancement, but in reality, you remain tightly controlled by this organization—aside from carrying out the tasks they assign you, you have no other freedom, only able to keep struggling, striving to achieve the next class advancement, am I right?"

"Let me guess: above you Elite Cavalry Guards, perhaps there is something called a Guide? By then, you might have the chance to obtain a real-world social identity, then be arranged to live in real society, carrying out this organization's deep layout across various regions and fields, am I right?"

After some time interacting with Li Yalin, Ye Chen's logical analysis ability also improved significantly.

Before tonight, he only knew how the 547 death warriors operated.

But back then, 547 had said that their death warriors, living in darkness, had only two ways to escape fate: either die, or struggle upward.

Any shrewd manager would not choose a flat management structure; he would certainly plan a long ladder of advancement for those who work hard for him, then let them grit their teeth and climb.

Just like those internet giants—some have P1 to P14, some T1 to T17, some M1 to M9—bottom line: they must give those under them something to strive for.

So even the lowest-level death warriors must have an upward channel.

Tonight, from their conversation, he learned of this new title, Elite Cavalry Guard, combined with their main duty being to work themselves to death, and also having lethal poison in their bodies and poisonous fangs in their mouths—he could infer they were actually not much better than death warriors.

As for the term "Guide," Ye Chen also heard it from the 547 group.

Although he wasn't sure whether his already poison-suicide aunt was actually a Guide, logically he could infer that Guides should live in real society.

For example, this mysterious organization's Guide in New York must live somewhere in New York, possess a reasonable and legal identity, and also have relatively strong local resources.

Only then would one qualify as a competent Guide.

It's like when traveling abroad—you need to find a familiar local ground handler to arrange reception.

At this moment, hearing Ye Chen's series of analyses, the commander couldn't speak, but his gaze at Ye Chen was filled with shock and fear.

He never expected Ye Chen to have figured out their organization's external structure to such an extent.

He very much wanted to know who Ye Chen really was and how he had mastered such deep secrets.

But in the end, he couldn't achieve that.

Because his life, after a moment of painful struggle, came to a complete end.

Ye Chen threw his corpse aside without a shred of pity, then looked at the remaining seven and said coldly: "I believe you people shout your willingness to sacrifice everything for the Yingzhu, but deep down you should be just like those death warriors—filled with hatred for that Yingzhu you've never even seen, am I right?"

Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, the seven people's expressions became extremely complex.

Hatred, that naturally exists.

Moreover, it is a hatred etched into the bone, a blood-deep grudge!

Their ancestors, for a full hundred years, could only become assassins raised by this organization, living each day without seeing the light of day. Although later they managed to step up a rung through effort, that bone-deep hatred could never be forgotten.

Ye Chen continued: "Now I give you an opportunity—not a chance to live, but a chance to take revenge! As long as you can turn back from the wrong path and tell me everything you know in full detail, I promise you here that I will surely avenge your companions and your ancestors!"

Upon hearing this, the seven people's expressions instantly tightened.

And Ye Chen's overwhelming strength made them realize that today, the seven of them would surely not escape death. But if, before dying, they could help Ye Chen fulfill his promise to exterminate the organization, that would also count as doing a great deed that lasts through the ages for all the death warriors who have already passed, as well as the current death warriors and their descendants!

Thinking this, one of them suddenly knelt down with a plop, choking with sobs: "Sir, ask whatever you want—I will know everything and say everything without reservation!"

Seeing this, the other six immediately followed suit, kneeling down and shouting loudly: "I will know everything and say everything without reservation!"

Ye Chen nodded and asked: "First question—where exactly is your base?"

The first one to kneel replied: "Our base is near the port city of Limassol in Cyprus, at a copper mine called Kandiss."

"A copper mine?" Ye Chen frowned and continued: "Is this copper mine operated by your organization? Describe the specific situation inside!"

The man hurriedly said: "The copper mine is operated independently by the Elite Cavalry Guard. There are over two hundred Elite Cavalry Guards, and the mine is under closed management—these over two hundred people live and train inside. Additionally, at the bottom of the mine, several hundred meters deep, there are winding tunnels with complex geometry, total length exceeding eighty kilometers, where over one thousand three hundred death warriors and their families still live."

Ye Chen asked again: "Then is your usual duty just to guard these death warriors?"

"Yes," the man said without hesitation: "Guarding and managing the death warriors is our main work, though we also carry out assigned missions outside. Like today—this situation arose suddenly, and superiors demanded we immediately organize eight of our best personnel to come over. Moreover, before departure, they made us a mold so we could disguise ourselves as dockworkers upon arrival."

Ye Chen continued: "What is the target of this mission?"

The man turned and pointed to a nervous old man and young man not far away, then said hurriedly: "Our mission target is to bring these two people alive to Sweden, where a plane will be waiting for us."

Ye Chen pressed: "After arriving in Sweden, what is your next destination?"