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At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Cen Wen was drinking water from a cup when suddenly his wrist felt numb and the cup dropped from his hand, and the water spilled all over the floor.

"Fuck!" Cen Wen held his numb wrist, swearing with a cold face, "Shock me!"

【is it serious? ] The little rattan basking in the sun on the balcony quickly slipped into the house.

"That's right, the intensity is not high, there is only a little numbness in the wrist, which should mean urging."

[Will you go then? 】

"Go, of course! Otherwise, what if they step up the intensity and shock me all over?"

Cen Wen gritted his back molars, mobilized his supernatural powers and twirled his wrist muscles. After the discomfort was relieved, he wiped the floor, changed his clothes and went out.

The building where the Mutual Aid Club is located is on the next street, very close, and occupies a 12-story, century-old house. It looks ordinary from the outside, but the mottled exterior walls blend in with the streetscape, and the interior decoration is very modern.

Cen Wen showed the metal ring on her wrist to the front desk lady on the first floor, and after a while, a guide robot took her upstairs to report to the newcomers on the second floor.

After getting out of the elevator, Cen Wen noticed that at least half of the men and women walking in the corridor on the second floor were like himself, wearing metal bracelets on their wrists. Looking at their expressions, no one was as reluctant as himself.

Averting her eyes from the crowd, Cen Wen focused on observing the office settings on this floor, and found that the house numbers were all related to human resources, but she wanted to know where the financial office was.

Just looking at the decoration inside, one can tell that this organization must be very rich, and Cen Wen is not a temper of swallowing, of course she wants to get some compensation and remove the damn handcuffs on her wrists.

The leading robot directly opened an office, which contained a suite, and the outermost room was the waiting room for visitors. Through the frosted glass, one could vaguely see the desk of the secretary and the office of the person in charge.

Cen Wen knocked on the door, and the secretary inside opened the door and led her to meet the person in charge to go through the formalities for the newcomer.

The person in charge inside had a business-like attitude, and didn't even ask Cen Wen's name. He glanced at the metal ring on her wrist, and began to babble about the rules of the meeting that newcomers must abide by.

If you have heard about benefits and benefits, they are all good-looking pies, but the obligations and contributions that members should make to the mutual aid association make her unhappy.

"Wait a minute, it's fine to work overtime from 9 to 5 voluntarily. I have to pay you a share of the money I earn outside. Why? Mandatory membership and paying to work, how big of a face are you guys?"

The other party didn't give any explanation, just raised his hand and clicked on the optical computer screen in front of him a few times. Immediately, Cen Wen felt his entire right arm was numb by electric shock.

"Understood now?" The corner of the other party's mouth smiled. It looked like an ordinary smile in the workplace, but there was a taste of disdain.

"When will this thing be unloaded?"

"This is the contribution degree I'm going to talk about below, and it can be unloaded when it reaches the contribution degree."

As he said that, the man also lit up his wrists. Except for the smart bracelet, they were clean and free of any eye-catching handcuffs.

"Hey, it's pretty good at squeezing people."

Cen Wen didn't even ask how much contribution he wanted, and it wouldn't be an easy goal, so he mocked him first to vent his dissatisfaction.

"It's not a good thing for young people to have too much temper." The other party raised his hand and poked at the optical brain screen in a considerate tone.

Before his hand could touch the light screen, Cen Wen acted preemptively, directly draining his vitality, and looked at a large living person indifferently. Two seconds later, he turned into a limp corpse lying on the desk.

The little rattan made a quick move, sucking the corpse into the space and reabsorbing it, and the indigestible man-made objects were still spit back into the space.

Devour talent comes with its own space, which is how space is used, plus Cen Wen's personal items, thanks to the full-level Emperor Zhi, the space is infinite. When the space was small, one master and one pet used to fight a lot to divide the space. .

Cen Wen walked around behind the desk to look at the content on his light screen. A row of office software was opened on the light computer. The screen was the operation interface of the electric shock handcuffs. She looked at each one and found that the light computer did not have the authority to release the handcuffs. .

However, when she was renting out the house, she received electric shocks. That is to say, electric shocks and uncuffing have different authority.

When the contribution level is really reached, the person has also accepted the brainwashing method in the long-term contact, and will not leave even if the handcuffs are removed, and the mutual aid will get a loyal supernatural person.

"It really is a cult thing, let's destroy it."

It is impossible to join the club, Cen Wen stared at the secretary outside.

The little rattan slid lightly to the ground, and the tip of the rattan peeped out from under the crack of the door.

[There is no one outside, and no one outside. 】

[ Subdue the secretary and make her obedient. 】

The little rattan had just swallowed a person, and was struggling to launch a small teleport through the door panel. Three to five seconds later, Cen Wen received a reply from Zhi Chong.

[Get it done~]

Cen Wen opened the door with his handkerchief wrapped in his hand, and hooked his fingers at the secretary who had a distracted look.

"You, come in."

The secretary walked in like a puppet, and the little cane stayed outside to guard against sudden arrivals.

Cen Wen directly took out the smart bracelet left by the person in charge from the space, and asked the secretary if he knew the power-on password.

The secretary really knows such a private thing, including which bank his private account is. Cen Wen tried it, and found that there was no login verification set up, so he went in directly, and there was a balance of more than five million in it.

She asked the secretary to open her bank account, transfer the money, and then took the secretary's bracelet as her own.

Finally, she asked about the situation of the mutual aid association in detail, including the layout of the building, especially everything about the financial room.

The position of secretary looks inconspicuous, but it is the link between various departments. No matter how inconspicuous the secretary and clerk are, they can be qualified gossip speakers if they want to, and there is nothing they don't know.

Under the instructions of the secretary, Cen Wen drew a detailed internal map.

Then, she mercifully drained her life force.

The principle of the little cane to make people obedient is to inject a small amount of venom into the human brain. The venom also contains a little veritaserum, otherwise they will not ask and answer. People are useless.

Cen Wen has done so many things, how could it be possible to leave a mouth alive to cause the vigilance and self-examination of the Mutual Aid Association, and the silence must be thorough.

She has never touched the desks of the two of them, at most she touched the light screen of the optical computer, which will not leave fingerprints and other biological information. After confirming that the environment is safe, Cen Wen leisurely returned to the outermost waiting room, curled up Sitting on the sofa and surfing the Internet to pass the time.

She deliberately made a time difference and delayed for tens of minutes. Either someone came in or she went out on her own initiative. Anyway, she wanted to blame them for wasting her time.