What is misleading?

It is to use some tricks to lead people's perception of things in the wrong direction.

How should misleading be done?

To put it simply, it is to lay out a conspicuous false direction, and at the same time hide the real direction.

So what is the real direction in terms of Varina's actions tonight?

It was theft, and his goal was the gold pound.

It's not very difficult to hide this goal. Because of the special nature of the gold pound, it can easily become an addition to the main goal.

So, as long as you find a more convincing and "real" goal, you can easily hide the true direction.

And this more "real" goal is the false direction that Varina needs.

So, what kind of goals meet the needs?

Varina was also thinking.

Like the "master", he sits at his desk and tries to substitute himself into the role of the president, so as to find an impactful target, and find the kind of person who can be thought of subconsciously by the real president.

This is actually a bit difficult for Varina.

Because he's not really the president, he doesn't know much about the dock unions and the Dead Eels, and even a lot of them are just from the papers.

Fortunately, there is enough information.

Varina's mind went round and round, and finally came back to the contract.

And who better to provoke the president's nerves than the assassination target, Eugene, the boss of the Squirrel Gang?

Is there a more perfect back-bearer than him?

"There's nothing to think about, I've already decided, it's up to you to carry this pot, Eugene."

With a decision, Varina began to set things up, putting Eugene's goal 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, flipped to a page in front of him, and spread it out on the table.

Varina picked up the dark red pen on the table and pressed it against the notebook - this was the final "finishing touch".

After completing this step, he walked out of the president's office without looking back, and returned the same way he came, leaving the two-story building.

Open windows, turn windows, close windows.

He completed this series of operations in a smooth manner.

The combination of the once, false stealth experience and the present, real physical traits, catapulted Varina from a normal person to a top thief under the Transcendent.

"Heh, ghost stealth, challenge complete."

Varina walked a long way along the main gas pipe before jumping to the ground.

He frowned as he landed, realizing that he couldn't make his body as light as a feather when he was close to the ground, like a real "assassin".

"In the end, it's only half an 'assassin', and it's normal not to have the ability to 'light feathers'......"

He shook his head slightly, then moved his slightly numb feet and walked out into the street late at night.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the evening that Varina returned to her den.

Taking off his coat, he unfastened the pouch under his armpit and patted it, and said to himself, "I'm glad you didn't come in handy." ”

He hid his weapon back under the bed, then grabbed his pajamas and walked into the public bathroom next door.

……

The next day, after eight o'clock in the morning.

Dockers' Association.

A large, greasy-looking middle-aged man walked into the hall amid a series of greetings, glanced around with a sharp gaze, and went up to the second floor.

During this period, the entire hall was much quieter 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 there a situation?" ”

"Nope."

Kirk was ready to answer this question, and he immediately got up and said respectfully, "Everything is normal, boss. ”

"Hmm."

The man nodded in a nasal voice, then paced a few steps to the door of the president's office, took the key from his pocket and opened the door.

Something unusual happened.

Instead of inserting the key into the lock hole as he expected, it opened the door that was supposed to be locked.

The man's face changed suddenly, revealing a bit of ruthlessness.

He pushed the door open violently, strode in, and quickly inspected the room in general, and found the most conspicuous change in it—

His notebook, which he usually used to vent his emotions, was spread out on the table, and his pen was still on it.

"This is a provocation, who did it?!"

The man barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and did not move the notes on the table, but continued to search for traces.

Soon, when the man's gaze swept over the passive documents on the table, he suddenly thought of something and had doubts in his heart.

He reached out and tossed through the documents, and found that the contract was gone, as he had expected.

And at this time, he noticed a detail that had been overlooked before.

The page on which the note was turned coincided with what he had suspected. And the more obvious hint is that of the fountain pen, the cap of which is pulled out of the pen is placed on the note, and its nib points to a name-

"Eugene".

The man was furious, and immediately shouted loudly:

"Kirk, get in here!"

"Explain the to me, that's what you call 'everything is normal'? Someone else's boots are stepped on in the face, and you goddamn bastard didn't even notice at all? ”

"What the hell are you eating?"

Kirk relaxes after the boss leaves, playing with the pen to pass the time.

He can't read a few words, mainly relying on his self-taught management ability and the trust of the boss to become the second-in-command of the trade union safely.

He thought that today was normal, but he didn't expect the boss to call out angrily after only a few minutes away.

The boss is angry, and the consequences are serious.

Kirk rushed into the president's office as soon as he reacted, and before he could see anything, he received an oncoming slap.

"Smack!"

The sound is crisp and loud.

Kirk's left cheek quickly flushed, then visibly swollen.

Blank and frightened, he reached out to cover his cheek and asked tentatively, "Boss, what's wrong?" ”

Then, he was slapped again.

Kirk felt the pain in his left cheek and the numbness in his right cheek before hearing the Boss's answer.

"Someone sneaked in here, last night!"

"It must be someone from the Squirrel Gang, he took an important power of attorney and provoked me!"

"And this idiot didn't even find anything!"

Kirk understood a little, and poked himself into the basket.

"What are you doing in a daze?" The middle-aged man pointed to the door, "Don't you want to check?" Go to the brother who stood guard last night and ask. ”

"I want to know all the details."

Kirk nodded again and again, and left as if fleeing.

……

Nine o'clock, Xilun Textile Mill.

In the flat-roofed cottage where Varina works, an uninvited guest is ushered in—

It was Quaid who helped deliver the goods yesterday.