The little rattan reached the top floor. Through the same feeling and frequency, Cen Wen found that the top three floors were all large offices and large conference rooms. The titles on the house numbers were either general manager or director, high-level management.

There are people in most of the offices, all of them with a distressed expression, and the atmosphere in the big office is not good, and the employees are all sitting around doing nothing.

Little rattan entered the president's office on the top floor and saw the president sitting at the bar drinking.

At first glance, Cen Wen felt that the president sitting in the main seat was not the real president.

People are too young.

According to the neighbors in the neighborhood, this mutual aid association is a local force that has existed for many years. It is only interested in wooing people with supernatural powers, and it has nothing to do with the gang behind Jiege.

The age of the chairman does not match the history of the mutual aid society.

Either the second generation, or a professional manager.

However, Cen Wen was not interested in who this person was. What interested her more was that most of the executives were there.

[Good boy, control the president and call a meeting of executives. 】

【Okay~】

The little cane quickly slipped to the president's feet and climbed up his clothes

Such a small cane like a thin thread has no weight, who would notice whether there is a thread or a hair hanging on his body.

The president has been drinking his wine, completely unaware.

A few seconds later, the little cane successfully reached the back of the chairman's neck collar, and the thin, soft thread was stretched into a needle, which was injected with venom while piercing the back of the head.

The chairman, who had drunk an unknown amount of alcohol, didn't even respond to the slight sting, his eyes quickly lost his mind, like a robot waiting to be turned on.

The little rattan regained its size and went to the second floor to fish Cen Wen up.

The first thing Cen Wen said after he appeared was to ask the chairman to call his senior executives to a meeting in the large conference room next door to announce the latest order.

Ten minutes later, all executives and secretaries in the building gathered in the large conference room.

They were all so preoccupied that they didn't notice the strange emptiness in the president's eyes at all.

The little rattan that hid under the conference table one step ahead of time was covered with small blue flowers, releasing the colorless, odorless and powerful anesthetic fragrance with all its strength.

The fragrance of the flowers wafts upwards along the four sides of the table. People who smell it, ordinary people will fall immediately after touching it, and people with supernatural powers can't last for a minute at most. Even if they are conscious, their bodies have long been out of control, and they cannot make sound warnings or other small warning actions .

The scent of flowers didn't last long, but after immobilizing them all, the little rattan crawled out from under the table, pricked each of them and injected the venom, and then brought Cen Wen back from the next office with a teleport.

The next step is the same old routine. Before the effective time of the medicine, Cen Wen first asked the president for a statement about the boss behind the scenes.

Just as she guessed, the chairman is a professional manager, and the boss behind it is one of the top black market leaders, known as Uncle Gong. The main purpose of establishing a mutual aid association in this slum-like place is to enclose as many supernatural beings as possible in her hands. Therefore, the supernatural beings seen on the street may be inextricably related to this mutual aid association.

Knowing the name of this person, the rest of the information is in the chairman's bracelet and the optical brain in the office. Cen Wen asked Xiao Tengtiao to collect the optical brain again.

With the statement of the president, the statements of other people are not important. While the medicine is still effective, they quickly confiscated their personal bracelets and took all their rich accounts as their own.

"It's really rich..." Cen Wen sucked in his saliva, "The bank balances of several high-level executives add up to more than 60 million yuan, and there are more than one billion yuan in different investment and wealth management accounts, tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's all me It's gone."

Cen Wen made a list on her bracelet, writing down the private accounts and investment accounts of these high-level officials, otherwise there would be too many, and she couldn't remember them with her head.

There are many accounts, and there are many passwords. Everyone sets different passwords. Most of them are local login verification bound to the bracelet, or even face and voiceprint authentication. Cen Wen asked them all to change to a unified password to log in.

This sorting also found that only one of the private savings accounts is in their real name, and the flow in it matches their salary income, while other savings accounts and investment accounts have a variety of names.

"It's knowing that your money is not clean, trying to evade supervision."

In the banking and financial markets under government supervision, people in the black market want to enjoy financial services and protect their own safety, so they have to find a way, otherwise the tax bureau will be the first to come.

Cen Wen knelt down and patted the president's face vigorously.

"Where did you buy these head accounts?"

The president who was able to speak normally a few minutes ago, even his face was distorted at this time, opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, but drooled from the corners of his mouth.

"It's over."

Cen Wen raised his eyes and glanced at the others, who were gradually stepping into this state, patting their heads in frustration.

"Oh, the medicine is gone, and people are stupid, so they can't ask."

"Forget it, I'll give you a ride."

Cen Wen stood up and unleashed his trump card, and the people all over the ground were drained of their vitality within three to five seconds, turning into corpses.

Little Rattan cheerfully put the corpse into the space as a food reserve, digesting and absorbing a few tonics.

The little cane, full of food and drink, was full of strength, and easily led Cen Wen back to the dark alley that had disappeared before, pretending to be back from shopping, and waddled back to the apartment.

After Cen Wen made a fortune in this way, he was even more willing to spend money on the fifth-level supplements. The little rattan was responsible for running errands to get the goods, and it also had boxes of high-grade plant nutrient solutions as food reserves.

In the past, I wanted to save money, so I searched and searched to calculate the cost of the third-level supplements. A box of second-level supplements was more than 4,000 yuan, and a box of third-level supplements was more than 9,000 yuan.

Levels 1, 2, and 3 are one threshold for beginners, and levels 4, 5, and 6 are another threshold for intermediate levels. Level 4 is 50,000 boxes, level 5 is 100,000 boxes, and buying 10 boxes is 1 million. Can you do it without searching? .

Now that there are more than 60 million yuan and stocks that can be cashed out at any time, what money is there to save? Let's talk about spending it.

Her whole purchase confuses the seller very much. One account is dedicated to buying supplements for level 5 wood-type superhumans. Buy a bunch of them and send them to the private storage box for cash payment. It was emptied, and the place of delivery was still a slum in the black market. I wondered if some injured boss was hiding in the slum to recuperate.

Later, chaos broke out again in the mutual aid association. The senior executives disappeared collectively, and even their personal secretaries were gone. In the big office, only ordinary secretaries and assistant clerks were left. Brain gone.

The person who discovered this was the vice president who came back from work. At first, he only learned from the office clerk on the tenth floor that he was called to a meeting by the president. When he went upstairs, he found that no one was there, so he asked all the way. They all thought that the meeting was not over, so they asked the receptionist on the first floor, and they replied that none of them had come down that day.

This brings to mind a manager and a secretary who disappeared from the second floor a few days ago.

People are in the building, they just disappear.

The vice president and the colleagues around him couldn't help but feel the chills running down their backs, and they shivered violently.

I searched the whole building again, even checked the surveillance system back and forth three times, and confirmed that a group of senior executives including the chairman had not been to floors below the tenth floor today.

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