At about 8 p.m., Varina came to the East Balam Dockyard in the dock area again.
He planned to attack the Longshoremen's Association.
At night, the house belonging to the dock union bid farewell to the crowds and hustle and bustle of the day. Under the infiltration of crimson moonlight, it gave people a sense of tranquility.
A few drunken gangsters were in charge of the guard. They had recently come over from the Workers' Union Tavern to take over.
They were either leaning on the gas street lamp posts, or sitting on the wooden frames used to package goods... and only occasionally raised their heads to glance at the empty streets.
This is not because they are derelict in their duties, but because the night shift guards themselves are more form than substance.
Varina hid in the shadow of a corner, observing and looking for loopholes in the guards, and then planning a infiltration route based on what he learned during the day.
In the past, he would never have dared to do such a thing, or even think about it. But now, not only is he doing it, he's doing it quickly.
With the help of dark vision, Varina's eyes gradually moved from the street to the main body of the union building, and finally stopped at a half-open window on the second floor facing the street.
The route is clear.
Next, Varina started from scratch and rechecked and cleared the route just now.
This time he was far more serious and meticulous than before.
The key to the first pass is to find an entry route, focusing on feasibility; the second pass is based on the first pass, and this time the main consideration is passability.
To put it simply, during the first pass, Varina focused on “impossible”. To put it exaggeratedly, as long as you can walk in theory, even if the required movement requires three and a half rotations in the air followed by a handstand split, it doesn't matter, as long as you can pass it.
This will no longer be the case for the second time. Varina needs to combine his own physical fitness to reduce obstacles as much as possible. If it is really difficult to avoid, he also needs to find simple moves to pass.
Time passed as the guards chatted, and Varina finally found a very good infiltration route.
Then the real adventure begins.
Such a scene resonated with some scenes in another memory of his. Warina grinned, feeling a different kind of excitement.
"Hey, ghost sneaks, the challenge begins."
According to his pre-planned plan, Varina carefully walked through the shadows of lamp posts, sundries, signs and other items, and soon approached the two-story yellow building of the union.
He avoided the door on the first floor and came to the side of the small building. There is a gap about one meter wide between the small building and the building next door, where a large iron trash can is placed.
Varina tried it hard and found that the trash can was stable enough, so he climbed on top of it according to his pre-planned plan.
With the help of tiptoeing on a large garbage bin and a wall-stepping jump, he successfully grabbed the gas pipe set up on the outer wall, and then used both hands to pull himself up the pipe.
Such an action is actually difficult for ordinary people to do silently, and Varina can barely do it with the bonus of extraordinary traits.
It wasn't until he stabilized his body on the pipe that Varina let out a breath.
"what sound?"
A guard sitting on the doorstep heard some slight movement and turned his head to look.
"What else can there be, damn rats?" Another guard spat and said, "Smelly rats only deserve to eat garbage!"
The previous guard nodded and gave up on getting up to check.
Varina squatted on the gas pipe, feeling his whole body trembling slightly. This reaction is caused by both the nervousness of fear of being discovered and the excitement of novel experiences.
"This is much more exciting than a game!"
Varina tried to calm down, and at the same time moved carefully, getting closer to his target - the half-open window.
Soon, he touched the window sill and heard the "swishing" sound of a pen rubbing against paper from inside the room.
Varina didn't know the specific situation inside, so he didn't dare to peek out rashly, so he could only continue to huddle in the shadow under the window edge and listen for what was going on in the room.
After a while, the sound of "Dang, Dang..." came from the bell tower not far away, nine times in a row.
"Why, it's already nine o'clock. Are you done with your books, York?"
The speaker was a woman who sounded like she was stretching.
"The ledger is very messy today, it will take a while." Another steady voice sounded, obviously York was replying.
"I still have some," the lady said, and suddenly suggested: "How about we go have a cup of coffee, rest for a while and then come back?"
"Okay, let's go."
After the sounds of tables and chairs moving and the sound of retreating footsteps, the room became completely quiet.
Varina waited for several more minutes before he dared to poke his head in. Sure enough, the room was empty.
"What a shameful waste...don't they know how to turn off the lights?"
Seeing that the new gas lamp that had been burning steadily and providing bright light in the office, the lighting tool he had dreamed of, was wasted in this way, Varina felt quite angry and wished he could catch the two of them back to teach them a lesson in thrift.
Angry as hell, but business is more important.
Varina took the time to get in and appeared in a large office with more than ten desks.
As he saw during the day, the entrance to the office was directly opposite, connected to a passage. At the end of the passage was the bathroom and the wooden stairs leading to the first floor.
He walked through the gap between the desks, intending to first see what the rooms on both sides of the corridor were used for. He also looked at the account books on the desks of the two of them just now.
Ha, it was exactly as Susan described, Warina felt a little bloated after just reading a few lines.
Several rooms on both sides of the corridor have signs on the doors indicating their respective uses, including the president's office, information room, utility room, pantry and washroom.
Among them, the president's office is the largest of several rooms. It and the information room occupy all the space on the right side of the corridor. The rest of the rooms are relatively small and distributed on the left side of the corridor.
Obviously, the most explorable thing here is the president's office.
Varina walked around in front of each door and found that, as he expected, the president's office was locked.
In addition, there were some other discoveries that surprised him.
The first is the information room.
According to his original estimate, the information room should also be locked, but the key could be found in the big office. But in fact, it was not locked at all. It seemed that the value of the contents in the so-called data room was even lower than he expected.
The other is the utility room.
This utility room does not deserve its name. It should be called a weapons warehouse.
In addition to the common clutter in an ordinary household in front of him, Warina also found a variety of cold weapons such as daggers, iron rods, and wooden sticks inside. They were placed just like ordinary clutter. On the shelf in the corner.
He took away a double-edged iron dagger, and then planned to find a way to enter the president's office.
