Venice Water City, a beautiful city.
Consisting of 118 small islands scattered in the lagoon, waterways are the most common means of transportation here.
In front of a 39-year-old coffee shop, a few leisurely young men are sitting on rattan chairs, enjoying the rare sunshine.
Beside them are several large snakeskin bags, bulging with unknown contents.
Today is a special day, it's the opening day of an art exhibition in Venice, and many artists will come to either display or appreciate the artistic creations of their peers.
François Pinault is the initiator of this art exhibition.
In the eyes of the public, he is a successful businessman, and also a businessman with a strong artistic flair.
He manages the Kaiyun Group.
Many people might not know this group's name, but they should recognize these other names.
Christie's Auction House.
In 1990, which was just last year, François successfully acquired Balenciaga and is preparing to transform it into a top luxury brand.
The art exhibition is also paving the way for Balenciaga.
However, beneath this glamorous exterior lies the dirty business involving children.
François including his son, particularly enjoy sponsoring artists with peculiar tastes for children, massively publicizing them, and using it as a selling point on Balenciaga's promotional posters.
Minutes later, a grand parade of boats appeared on the canal, carrying the people participating in this art exhibition, including François Pinault and his son, Henri.
The noise grew from distant to near, quickly enlivening the entire area, with onlookers gathering by the river to watch the buzz.
Though other regions were witnessing shocking events, seemingly it didn't affect here.
As the crowd grew, those leisurely young men didn't join the fun, instead used the gathering as cover to open the snakeskin bags beside them, suiting up with armed equipment.
"Alpha 17 confirms target appearance."
"Gamma 3 received, sniper team ready to fire anytime."
"Not Gamma 3, this time you're just for clean-up shots, it's our Alpha 17's turn to shine!!"
They are new members of the Mexico Special Service Bureau team, excelling in various aspects at the training center, otherwise, they wouldn't qualify to enter the service bureau.
But ever since joining, they had no opportunities to perform.
Too many people wanted to advance!
To the extent they almost broke heads fighting for a task in the service bureau.
But this time is different.
This time, there are so many tasks that they almost laugh out loud.
Targets are worldwide.
Using excellent merit delivered to their door, they couldn't be happier.
Now seeing a target, they're like red-eyed gorillas.
Today, they came here just for one thing.
Turn things upside down with chaos!
François Pinault is their priority target.
They won't spare his son either.
Because neither father nor son is good.
Once his son François Henri takes over, he blatantly supports those artists fond of children.
Among them are children statues with male organs and anuses replacing noses and mouths.
Also chained, extreme, distorted children!
And dismembered human bodies.
Such people deserve the harshest punishment!
The crowd has peaked, the art exhibition officially opens.
Everyone gathered around François and his son, eagerly displaying their 'artworks'
Among them was a man with a little mustache, his eyes curved into a hook shape.
His artwork was a painting, depicting a child holding a dismembered human body.
François and his son looked enjoying and immersed, as though they've entered some ultimate realm.
A fierce gunshot suddenly shattered the lively atmosphere.
The painting, along with its author, was blasted into pieces.
Caliber 12.7mm, equipped with high-explosive shells has a critical effect.
The artist is a prime example.
Blood mixed with bone debris and entrails splattered everywhere.
François and his son, closest to them, were splattered in the face.
"Look, this is the real damn art!"
The sniper from Gamma 3 Team, located in a building three hundred meters away, proudly flaunted his marksmanship.
The spotter slapped his head, shouting: "Stop flaunting! Keep shooting! Alpha 17 Team said, apart from François, we can take a share of everyone else!"
The sniper instantly focused, re-aiming at targets in the art exhibition.
There are fifty, if not twenty to thirty of such perverse artists in the venue.
Taking down one is an achievement!
Inside the art gallery, after a brief silence, the terrified cries of people echoed.
The entire scene turned chaotic instantly!
People fled everywhere, some cowardly artists were wetting their pants, hiding behind their artwork displays.
Those wooden display cabinets are like paper in front of the Barrett, one shot one destruction blast!
"There's gunfire! Call the police!"
"Call the police, my ass! You want to call, you call!"
Some ignorant, terrified people thought about calling the police.
Would calling the police be of any use?
How could those people come? By boat?