Chapter 4, Venice

Upon entering the room, the mental energy sensed a distance of 100 meters nearby, which was very satisfying. Paul's efficiency was high; everything was eliminated except for the state-of-the-art variable frequency delay listening device hidden in the wine cabinet. The young girl was stripped and thrown into the bathtub to soak, while he went to the balcony to make a phone call

I caught up with the little girl and forced her to put on her shoes, scolding her: "Be careful not to catch a cold and get a fever; if you do, don't cry about a headache later." The little girl stuck out her tongue and fell silent. Honestly, Venice is already quite cold now, yet she still dares to play in the water like this. Sigh.

The little girl asked, "The carnival is over, where to next?"

The reserved room was registered, and the young girl looked puzzled: "I didn't see you call to book a room. Who made the reservation for you?" She looked at me with a pitiful expression, like a little dog begging for a bone, bewildering a few nearby foreigners. I smiled and patted her cheek: "My company has a branch here; they took care of it." The young girl responded with an "Oh..." and immediately asked, "Can you take me to your company to have a look?" I firmly declined: "No, I never personally manage the business; I prefer not to be in the spotlight." The young girl seemed to understand: "So you like being a behind-the-scenes boss? Wow, that's exciting." She lowered her voice: "Is there some illegal business involved? It would be best if there is. Looking at your tattoos, they are so cool and handsome; if you're not part of the underworld, it would be a waste of resources." I was speechless; having just escaped from a big boss, this girl was ten times more reckless.

The third one

The carnival officially commenced, and Wilkinson arrived with his wife and son, flanked by four bodyguards as they made their way onto the crowded street. Ah, in pursuit of enjoyment, he disregarded even the most basic safety measures, truly believing he was invincible like 007? I chuckled maliciously, pulling the little girl closer as we boarded the carriage I had rented a week in advance. The little girl joyfully waved a large sickle, playfully teasing those in nearby carriages. I wore a cold, half-smiling, half-crying demon mask, shrouded in a dark robe, holding onto the little girl's thigh, fearful that she might fall off the carriage if she exerted too much force. I controlled the carriage's movement with one hand.

I pondered for a long time: "Well, returning to China, my company there has not been managed for two and a half years. I should see how things are going." The young girl has recently become addicted to watching old gangster videos and asked, "Do you have many subordinates? Can I take a few of them shopping?" I couldn't help but laugh inwardly. My subordinates? Two years ago, I had 50,000 direct underlings. ... Now, well ...! ... Hmph! She asked again, "Do you have many subordinates? Can I take a few of them shopping?" I couldn't help but laugh inwardly. My subordinates? Two years ago, I had 50,000 direct underlings. ... Now, well ...! ... Hmph!

The festivities lasted an entire week. Then, just as suddenly as the carnival began, it concluded in a mere 10 minutes. The throngs of at least 5 million people that filled the streets seemed to vanish without a trace, leaving one to feel that the fervor of the past few days was merely a fleeting dream. However, for some, it was a nightmare

I took the little girl on a tour of the entire town hall, especially the bell tower of the nearby church, where we could overlook the whole of Venice.

Watching the news on television, the little girl was so astonished that she couldn't close her mouth. She foolishly said to the book, "Oh my, such a large diamond! If only I had one." I chuckled and replied, "That one is impossible, but I can give you the largest one available now." I gently took out a small box from my suitcase, which contained a pear-shaped diamond valued at 475 million dollars. I smiled and said, "Although it's not worth a billion, it's still worth half that. The necklace is handcrafted by the best artisans; you should try it on." The little girl, quite discerning, was so happy that she clung to me, her little mouth not leaving my face for a full 10 minutes. I grinned and casually touched her all over. Damn, despite her young age, her development was quite exaggerated, making me almost want to take immediate action.

Sitting quietly in the seat of the carriage, the spirit enveloped everything within a radius of 1 kilometer.

Five days later, shocking news arrived from the United Kingdom: the symbol of the tightly guarded British royal family, the world's largest diamond, along with the scepter it is set in, had been stolen. The thieves demanded a ransom of 1 billion USD from the British government. Also stolen was a collection of the most valuable crown jewels accumulated by the British monarchy over centuries

The most renowned theory of the butterfly effect suggests that the flapping of a large butterfly's wings in South America could generate air currents that may lead to a massive storm in North America. What I am doing now is influencing the countless trajectories around me to achieve the goals I desire

Suddenly, the crowd surged violently, and Wilkinson's 14-year-old son was knocked to the ground, trampled by more than ten large feet. Wilkinson's four bodyguards quickly pushed through the crowd to pull up Wilkinson's son. At that moment, a faint glimmer of silver flashed through the air, and blood mist erupted from Wilkinson's neck, while a small blade was embedded in the left eyeball of his wife. The crowd screamed. I grinned maliciously behind my mask as the carriage reached an intersection and turned onto another road. Three hundred meters away, the reveling crowd was completely unaware of the bloodshed ahead, desperately expending their energy. Countless eggshells mixed with colorful confetti were thrown down from the buildings on either side of the street. The little girl had already shouted herself hoarse. Countless eggshells mixed with colorful confetti were thrown down from the buildings on either side of the street. The little girl had already shouted herself hoarse.

After staying in Rome for less than 3 days, I took the little girl to visit the famous attractions of Rome, and then we headed to Venice.

Subtle adjustments to the direction of the carriage caused the surrounding crowd to either loosen or tighten, unconsciously obeying my commands. The movement trajectory of the mutated crowd gradually entwined with that of Wilkinson and his group, 20 meters ahead.

After playing joyfully for 7 days, the number of tourists on the street has noticeably increased. The little girl stood on the balcony facing the street, curiously watching the flow of people and asked me, "Are they all here for the carnival?" I nodded and handed her a peculiar devil mask adorned with several large diamonds. The little girl immediately took a liking to it and asked, "What is this for? To scare people at midnight?" I chuckled and replied, "The Venice Carnival is all about masks. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, transforms..." The little girl cheered, jumped up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me several enthusiastic kisses, asking, "What about the clothes? The matching outfit." I pointed to the plastic mannequin that had just been delivered with the books behind me, and the little girl instantly became excited, asking, "What is this for? To scare people at midnight?" I chuckled again, "The Venice Carnival is all about masks. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, transforms..." The little girl cheered again, jumped up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me several enthusiastic kisses, asking, "What about the clothes? The matching outfit." I pointed to the plastic mannequin behind me, which was dressed in a dark purple-red cloak and held a long wooden scythe. The little girl eagerly began to try it on.

She didn't pay any attention to what just happened. Among the nearby crowd, who wasn't screaming desperately

A rain had just fallen, and the large square in front of the ancient town hall of Venice was submerged in water up to the ankles. A little girl joyfully jumped around, taking off her shoes and rolling up her pants to splash in the water. The already playful and charming little girl attracted a large number of nearby tourists, and the flashes of cameras began to go off wildly. Among them, the flash that I detested was no longer present. I smiled, thinking that a person who was merely playing with a little girl should pose little danger, right? Haha, they are no longer pursuing their investigation into me. At most, I would just be placed on a blacklist.

The phone rang, and it was still that extremely magnetic voice: "Boss, the business is complete, and the results are excellent. We have obtained the specific communication addresses of the 27 responsible persons from the other company, and we can engage in larger and broader cooperation with them at any time." I squinted my eyes and said, "Alright, Paul, following their connections, I want to know the specific personnel structure of their company. I want to see if this company can continue to cooperate." The other end responded softly with an "ok," and I hung up the phone. I hung up the phone

In the lobby of the hotel across the street, a cold-faced man with a buzz cut and blonde hair stepped out. Kobe, though it is uncertain if this is his real name, is ranked among the top 5 quick guns in the European underworld and is undoubtedly the number one knife thrower. He can sever anyone's neck from a distance of 20 meters with a blade from a book. It is believed that he is connected to 39 decapitation murders.

At 2:30 PM, the little girl, well-rested from her afternoon nap, went out to explore Venice. In the hotel lobby, she unexpectedly encountered a gentleman in his forties, surrounded by three burly bodyguards. This was Wilkinson, the head of MI6's Asia division, who was on vacation and had brought his family to Venice to enjoy the carnival. Without even glancing at him, I simply took the little girl by the arm and walked out.

Shortly after, a carefree individual entangled with a beautiful woman walked out of the hall. He was a short yet remarkably sturdy and agile Nordic man, known as the "Left Hand of the Devil," the world's number one thief. It is believed that he is connected to 27 major museum heists, yet there is no evidence against him. Additionally, he is a superlative expert in unarmed combat, with fingers so nimble that he can perform 17 different coherent gestures in one second.

I coldly watch the people coming in and out of the hotel across from me. If the Venice police were to learn that these prominent figures have arrived in Venice, would they cancel this year's carnival

... ...

The foolish MI6, merely a regional supervisor has been eliminated, and yet it has exposed 27 covert senior agents, humph. ... However, for the time being, I do not wish to take action against them, because I am a law-abiding person, hehehehehehe ...

"I have arrived, your personnel." A voice with an extremely magnetic quality came from the other end: "Rest assured, boss, 30 of the world's finest experts." I let out a cold laugh and hung up the phone