About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

She obviously knew what No. 2 who came here at this time wanted to ask, but Nuo Nuo obviously focused more on the machine in front of her.

Seeing that Nuonuo was so serious, Yawei had no choice but to leave the research room and find No. 2 outside the door.

"Also, let me take you there, Mr. No. 2."

"Then please, Master Yawei." No. 2 couldn't help kneading his face that was as soft as dough with his hands.

This is the face of a true god, and it is better than dough.

"Ahhh!" Yawei, who had two red clouds flying across his cheeks, covered his eyes with his hands, as if to deceive his ears.

But even so, No. 2 continued to knead her face.

"Ah..."

After kneading Yawei's face for more than ten minutes, No. 2 remembered the assistive device. After all, if he threw Prince Long out earlier, he could go home and sleep earlier.

Of course, No. 2 also has the idea of ​​making out with Liu Ji.

He worked so hard and squeezed out a lot of time just to make up for the owed agreement.

"That's it." Arriving at the showroom where Nuonuo littered the finished products, Yawei pointed to an electric chair.

As the name suggests, it is a chair-like appliance for electrocution.

"...Is this the auxiliary device that was promised?"

"Yes, that's it... huh? Mr. No. 2, please don't rub my face, no, no mistake."

"It's not a mistake?" No. 2 opened his eyes. The electric chair is a tool used to electrocute prisoners to death.

As far as his immortal body is concerned, it is useless.

What's more, he believed in Nuonuo and Yawei, but No. 2 wanted to take the opportunity to rub Yawei's face more.

Under No. 2's superb technique, Yawei couldn't help but let out a comfortable cry.

"Don't worry... Lord Yawei, I believe in you."

"Ahhh."

Hearing what No. 2 said, Yawei nodded excitedly.

She let No. 2 knead her face, and even got into No. 2's arms happily.Fortunately, a certain incomprehensible archangel in her family didn't see it.

"So, how to use this?"

Like an electric chair, No. 2's expression is still a little subtle. Even if his immortal body is advanced enough, no one will accept the death penalty just because he can't die.

Even if he has the slightest tendency to shake M, it is not enough to shake M to this extent.

"Ahh, this one needs to...take a bath first, and shave off the hair near the electrodes."

"...Master Yawei, I'm really sorry, let me confirm again, this is really an auxiliary device for fighting for control? It's not an ordinary electric chair?"

"Ah? No, no...it is indeed an auxiliary device."

"Okay...do you want to try now?"

"Wait, wait a minute, this chair needs to be plugged in."

"........."

No. 2 feels like a death row prisoner who is going to be electrocuted. After all, the shape of the chair is really...

"So handsome!!"

A mascot leader messed in.

His eyes glowed, though the electric chair was a regular 20th-century execution tool in the United States of America.

But since the 19th century, the main body is a chair made of non-conductive wood, with electrodes installed on the head and feet.

Because he was afraid that the leader would give this device a strange name, No. 2 hurriedly urged Yawei.

When No. 2 sat on the chair, he was completely in the mood of a victim.

At this time, the chairs had been moved to the dining room, and the Clown King and the General were still eating peanuts beside them.

"That, that..." With a wet sponge on his head, No. 2's mood became more complicated.

The Clown King seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said, "Don't worry, No. 2, it's indeed an assistive device, it'll be fine if it hurts."

But even with the encouragement of the Clown King, No. 2 still feels flustered, especially the last sentence, which sounds very scary...

"That, that... I pressed it."

Saying that, Yawei pressed the button.

The wrists were fixed to the armrests of the electric chair, and the legs, waist, chest, chin, and forehead were also tied to the electric chair with belts. No. 2 was shocked and convulsed for a while...it's strange.

In a panic, Number 2 turns his skin into an insulator.

"Ah, really, General."

"oh oh."

Seeing that he was so uncooperative, the Clown King and the General even walked over with their sleeves rolled up, making it clear that they wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge.