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Chapter 7 Disrespect to the boss will cost you your life

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Cen Wen was drinking water from a cup when his wrist suddenly felt painful and numb. The cup fell out of his hand and water spilled all over the floor.

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

[Is it serious?] The little rattan who was basking in the sun on the balcony quickly slipped into the house.

"That's not it. The intensity is not high. It's just a little numb on the wrist. It should be urging."

【Go there?】

"Go, of course! What if they increase the intensity and shock my whole body?"

Cen Wen bit his back molars and mobilized his powers to move the muscles of his wrist in a circle. After alleviating the discomfort, he wiped the floor, changed his clothes and went out.

The building where the mutual aid association is located is on the next street, very close to it. It occupies a 12-story century-old house. It looks ordinary from the outside, with the mottled exterior walls blending in with the street scene. The inside is very modernly decorated.

Cen Wen showed the metal ring on her wrist to the front desk lady on the first floor, and soon a guiding robot took her upstairs to the second floor for newcomer registration.

When Cen Wen came out of the elevator, he 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. Judging from their expressions, no one was as reluctant as himself.

Looking away from the crowd, Cen Wen focused on observing the office settings on this floor and found that the door numbers were related to human resources, but she wanted to know where the finance office was.

Just by looking at the decoration inside, I knew that this organization must be very wealthy. Cen Wen was not the type to swallow her anger. Of course she wanted to get some compensation and remove the damn cuffs from her wrists.

The guiding robot directly opened an office. Inside was a suite, and the outermost room was the visitor waiting room. Through the frosted glass, one could vaguely see the secretary's desk and the person in charge's office inside.

Cen Wen knocked on the door, and the secretary inside opened the door and took her to see the person in charge to go through the new hire procedures.

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

Even if she had heard about the benefits and benefits, they were just a good-looking pie, but the obligations and contributions that members should make to the mutual aid association made her unhappy.

"Wait a minute, it's okay to work overtime from 9 to 5 voluntarily. I have to pay you a share of the money I earn outside. Why? It's mandatory to join the union and pay to go to work. How shameless are you?"

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

"Do you understand now?" The other party had a smile on his face. It looked like an ordinary workplace smile, but there was a hint of disdain.

"When can this thing be removed?"

"This is the level of contribution I'm going to talk about below. Once you reach the level of contribution, you can unload it."

As he said this, the man also showed his wrists. Except for the smart bracelets, they were clean and free of those unsightly cuffs.

"Tsk, you are quite good at exploiting people."

Cen Wen didn't even ask how much contribution he wanted, so he thought it wouldn't be an easy goal, so he first vented his dissatisfaction by ridiculing it.

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

Before his hand could touch the light screen, Cen Wen took the initiative and directly drained his life force. He looked at a living person indifferently. Two seconds later, he turned into a limp corpse lying on the desk.

The little rattan quickly took action, taking the corpse into the space and then absorbing it. The man-made objects that could not be digested were still spitted back into the space.

Devouring talent comes with space. This is how space is used. In addition to Cen Wen's personal belongings, thanks to the infinite space of the max-level Zhihuang, when the space was small in the past, one master and one pet would fight a lot to share the space.

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Cen Wen went around behind the desk to look at the content on his optical screen. A row of office software was opened on the optical computer. What was on the screen was the operating interface for the electric shock cuffs. She looked at each one and found that the optical computer did not have the authority to remove the cuffs.

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However, when she was in the rental house, she received an electric shock. That is to say, delivering electric shocks and unshackling them have different authority. The authority to discharge electric shocks is low. She didn't want to receive electric shocks, so she just came to register and became a dedicated newcomer.

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

"It's really a cult thing. Let's destroy it."

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

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

【There is no one outside, and there is no one outside.】

[Suppress the secretary and make her obedient.]

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

【Done~】

Cen Wen wrapped his hands in a handkerchief and opened the door, waving his fingers at the secretary with distracted eyes.

"You, come in."

The secretary walked in like a puppet, and the little rattan 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 knew something so private, including which bank his personal account belonged to. Cen Wen tried it and found that there was no login verification set up, so he went in directly. There was a balance of more than 5 million in it.

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

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

The position of secretary may seem inconspicuous, but it is the link between various departments. No matter how inconspicuous a secretary or clerk is, she can be a qualified gossip speaker as long as she is willing, and there is nothing she does not know.

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

Then, she mercifully drained her of her life force.

The principle of the small rattan to make people obedient is to inject a small amount of venom into the human brain. The venom also contains a little bit of veritaserum. Otherwise, you won't be able to answer questions and answers. The side effect is to destroy the person's brain. If you want to ask something, ask it quickly. Once the medicine wears off,

People are useless.

After Cen Wen has done so many things, how could he remain alive? This has aroused the mutual aid association's vigilance and self-examination, and they must be silenced thoroughly.

She had never touched either of their desks. At most, she had touched the light screen of the optical computer, which would not leave fingerprints or other biometric information. After making sure that the environment was safe, Cen Wen leisurely returned to the outermost waiting room, tilting his head.

Sitting on the sofa and surfing the Internet to pass the time.
Chapter completed!
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