The small rattan has been touched to the top floor, and through the same feeling, Cen Wen found that the top three floors are all large offices and large conference rooms, and the title on the door number is either general manager or director, and the top management of Yishui'er.

Most of the offices are full of people, all of them have anxious expressions, and the atmosphere in the big office is not good, and the employees are sitting idle.

Little Rattan touched 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 on the throne was not the real president.

People are too young.

This mutual aid association, according to the neighbors, is a local force that has existed for many years, and is only interested in wooing the supernatural, and does not interfere with the well water of the gang behind Brother Jie.

The age of this president does not correspond to the history of the mutual aid society.

Either the second generation or the professional manager.

However, Cen Wen is not interested in what kind of identity this person is, she is more interested in the fact that most of the executives are there.

[Good baby, control this president and convene a meeting of the executives. 】

【Okay~】

The little rattan quickly slipped to the leader's feet and climbed up his clothes

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

The president drank his wine all the time, completely unaware.

After a few seconds, the small rattan successfully reached the collar of the leader's neck, and the thin thread was stretched into a needle, piercing the back of the head and injecting venom.

I don't know how much I drank, and the president didn't even react to this slight stinging, his eyes quickly drifted away, and he lost his own thoughts, like a robot waiting to turn on.

The small rattan regained its volume 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 summon his executives to a meeting in the large conference room next door to announce the latest order.

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

They were all so preoccupied that they didn't notice the strangeness of the president's hollow gaze.

The small rattan that hid under the conference table one step in advance, full of small blue flowers, released a colorless and odorless strong anesthetic floral fragrance.

The fragrance of flowers volatilized upwards along the edge of the table on the four sides, and the people who smelled it, ordinary people fell down when they touched it, and the supernatural ones could not last more than a minute, even if they were conscious, their bodies had long since stopped listening to the call, and they could not make a warning or other small actions to warn.

The fragrance of the flowers didn't last long, but after they couldn't move, the little rattan crawled out from under the table, pricked it and injected venom, and then used teleportation to bring back Cen Wen from the office next door.

The next thing is the same old thing, in time for the effective time of the medicine, Cen Wen first asked the president for a confession, about the boss behind the scenes.

As she guessed, the president is a professional manager, and the boss behind it is one of the top executives in the black market, known as Uncle Gong, and the main purpose of the mutual aid association in this slum-like place is to trap the abnormal people in their hands as much as possible, so the abnormal people you see on the street may be inextricably linked to this mutual aid club.

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

With the confession of the president, the confession of other people is not important, and while the medicine is still effective, he quickly collects their personal bracelets and collects their various rich accounts as his own.

"It's really rich...... Cen Wen took a sip of saliva, "The bank balances of several high-level leaders add up to more than 60 million, and there are more than a billion in different investment and wealth management accounts, tsk tsk, it's all mine." ”

Cen Wen made a list on her bracelet and wrote down the private accounts and investment accounts of these high-level executives, otherwise there would be too many for her to remember.

There are many accounts, and there are many passwords, and the passwords set by each person are different, most of them are local login authentication bound to the bracelet, and even face voiceprint authentication, Cen Wen asked them all to change to a unified password to log in.

The collation also found that only one of the private deposit accounts was their real name, and the flow in them matched their salary income, and the other deposit accounts and investment accounts were under various names.

"This is knowing that your money is not clean, and finding a way to circumvent supervision."

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

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

"Where did you buy all these head accounts?"

The president, who could still speak normally a few minutes ago, was crooked at this time, even if his face was crooked, and he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound, but salivated at the corners of his mouth.

"It's over."

Cen Wen raised his eyes and swept over the others, all of them gradually entering this state, patting his head in annoyance.

"Alas, the power of the medicine has passed, and people are stupid and can't ask."

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

Cen Wen stood up and unleashed his killer move, and the people all over the ground were drained of their vitality in three or five seconds and turned into corpses.

The little rattan happily put the corpse into the space as a reserve food, digesting and absorbing a few bodies to replenish the strength.

The little rattan, who had eaten and drunk enough, had enough strength, easily took Cen Wen back to the dark alley that disappeared before, pretended to come back after shopping, and staggered back to the apartment.

After Cen Wen made a windfall, he was even more willing to spend money to buy a fifth-level supplement, and Xiao Rattan was responsible for running errands to get the goods, and it also had boxes of high-grade plant nutrient solution as reserve food.

In the past, I had to save money, so I picked and searched to calculate the money for the third-level supplements, and the second-level ones were more than 4,000 in a box, and the third-level ones were more than 9,000.

The first, second and third levels are a threshold for the first level, the fourth, fifth and sixth levels are another threshold for the intermediate level, the fourth level is 50,000 boxes, the fifth level is 100,000 boxes, and it will be a million if you buy ten boxes.

Now that there are more than 60 million yuan, and stocks that can be realized at any time, what money will be saved, and we will talk about spending it.

She bought it all, but the seller was confused a lot, an account focused on the fifth-level wood ability tonic to buy, buy a bunch of them, and send them to the private storage box to pay in cash, the quantity purchased was about to empty the inventory, and the delivery location was still a slum in the black market, and I thought that there was an injured boss hiding in the slum to recuperate.

Later, there was another chaos in the mutual aid association, the senior management group was gone, even their personal secretary was gone, only ordinary secretaries and assistant clerks were left in the large office room, and what was worse was that the light brain in the president's office was gone.

It was the vice president who came back from going out to run errands, and at first he only learned from the office clerk on the tenth floor that he was called to a meeting by the president, but when he went upstairs, he saw that no one was there, and he thought that the meeting was not finished all the way, and then asked the reception desk on the first floor, and replied that he had not seen any of them come down that day.

This is reminiscent of a manager and a secretary who disappeared on the second floor a few days ago.

People are in the building, they just disappear.

The vice president and his colleagues around him couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs and shivered fiercely.

I searched the whole building again, and even looked back and forth three times on the surveillance, confirming that a group of executives, including the chairman, had not been to the floor below the tenth floor today.