What is misleading?
It is to use some tricks to lead people's understanding of things in the wrong direction.
How should misdirection be accomplished?
To put it simply, it means setting up a conspicuous false direction while hiding the true direction.
So what's the true direction in terms of Varina's actions tonight?
It was theft, and his target was the gold pound.
It is actually not difficult to hide this goal. Because of the special nature of the gold pound, it can easily become an addition to the main goal.
Therefore, as long as you find a more convincing and "real" goal, you can easily hide your true direction.
And this more "real" goal is the false direction Varina needs.
So, what kind of goals meet the needs?
Varina was thinking too.
Like a "master", he sat at his desk and tried to assume the role of the president, thereby looking for impactful targets and the kind of candidate that a real president could subconsciously think of to take the blame.
This is actually a bit difficult for Varina.
Because he is not the real president, he doesn't know much about the Dock Union and the Dead Eel Gang. He even learned a lot about it from those documents.
Fortunately, the information is enough.
Varina's mind wandered around and finally returned to the contract.
Who else can stir up the president's nerves better than the assassination target, Eugene, the leader of the Gray Rat Gang?
Is there any more perfect person to take the blame than him?
"There's nothing to think about. I've already decided that you will take the blame, Eugene."
With the decision made, Varina began to make arrangements to put the target of Eugene in a more prominent position.
He didn't do much, he just took out the black notebook from the drawer on the right side of his desk, turned to a certain page in front, and spread it out on the table.
Varina picked up the dark red pen on the table and pressed it on the notebook - this was the final "finishing touch".
After completing this step, he walked out of the president's office without looking back, returned the same way, and left the two-story building.
Open the window, climb the window, close the window.
He completed this series of operations smoothly.
The combination of the false stealth experience in the past and the current real physical characteristics made Varina leap from an ordinary person to the top thief below the extraordinary.
"Oh, ghost sneaking, challenge completed."
Varina walked far along the main gas pipe and then jumped to the ground.
When he landed, he frowned and realized that he couldn't make his body suddenly become as light as a feather when approaching the ground like a real "assassin".
"After all, he's only half an 'assassin'. It's normal to not have the ability of 'Light Body Yuluo'..."
He shook his head briefly, then walked onto the street late at night with his slightly numb feet.
It wasn't until twelve o'clock at night that Varina returned to his den.
After taking off his coat, he unbuttoned the gun bag under his arm, patted it, and said to himself: "I'm glad you didn't put it to use."
He hid the weapon under the bed again, then took his pajamas and walked into the public washroom next door.
…
The next day, after eight o'clock in the morning.
Dockers' Association.
A middle-aged man with a broad build and a somewhat greasy look walked into the hall amidst a series of greetings. He glanced around with sharp eyes and then went straight to the second floor.
During this period, the entire hall became quite quiet due to the man's aura.
On the second floor, the man first came to the door of the large office at the end of the corridor and asked a red-haired man: "Kirk, is something okay?"
"No."
Kirk was already ready to answer this question. He immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Everything is normal, boss."
"Um."
The man nodded and made a nasal sound, then walked a few steps, walked to the door of the president's office, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
Something unusual has occurred.
The key failed to fit into the keyhole as he expected, and instead opened the door that was supposed to be locked.
The man's expression suddenly changed, revealing a somewhat ruthless expression.
He pushed the door open violently, strode in, and quickly inspected the room in general, discovering the most conspicuous change——
The notebook he usually used to vent his emotions was open on the table, with his pen on top.
"This is a provocation, who did it?!"
The man barely suppressed the anger in his heart and did not touch the notes on the table, but continued to search for traces.
Soon, when the man's eyes scanned the documents that had been touched on the table, he suddenly thought of something and had doubts in his heart.
He reached out and fiddled with the documents a few times, and found that the entrustment contract was indeed gone as he expected.
At this time, he noticed a detail that he had previously ignored.
The page on which the note was opened happened to coincide with the target of his suspicion. The more obvious hint is the pen. The pen with the cap removed is placed on the note, and its tip is pointed at a name——
"Eugene".
The man was furious and immediately shouted:
"Kirk, get here!"
"Explain to me what the hell you mean by 'everything is normal'? Someone else's boot is on your face and you fucking bastard didn't even notice?"
"What on earth do you do for food?"
Kirk relaxed after the boss left, playing with his pen to pass the time.
He is illiterate and can safely become the second-in-command of the union mainly because of his self-taught management skills and the trust of his boss.
He thought today was normal, but he didn't expect that the boss would only leave for a few minutes before issuing an angry summons.
The boss was very angry and the consequences were serious.
Kirk rushed into the president's office as soon as he reacted. Before he could see anything clearly, he received an oncoming slap.
"Snapped!"
The sound is crisp and loud.
Kirk's left cheek quickly turned red and then became visibly swollen.
He was confused and frightened. He covered his face with his hand and asked tentatively: "Boss, what happened?"
Then he received another slap.
Kirk felt the pain in his left cheek and the numbness in his right cheek, and then heard the boss's answer.
"Someone sneaked in here last night!"
"It must be someone from the Gray Rat Gang. He took away an important power of attorney and even challenged me!"
"And you, this idiot, didn't find anything!"
Kirk understood somewhat and took action himself.
"What are you still doing?" The middle-aged man pointed at the door, "Why don't you go check? Go find the brother who was on guard last night and ask."
"I want to know all the details."
Kirk nodded repeatedly and left as if fleeing.
…
It's past nine o'clock, Silun Textile Factory.
The flat-roofed hut where Varina worked welcomed an uninvited guest——
It's Quaid who helped deliver the goods yesterday.
