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The next day.

Luke put on his jacket and headed out to meet Colonel Phillips.

Like Rogers, he was also spared from having his blood drawn.

Dr. Erskine was shot and killed, and all the samples were used up - which shouldn't have been the case in the original plot.

In the original plot, there was only one Super Soldier, but now there was an extra - Luke. This caused the serum sample that was left behind to be used up.

Even with a large amount of research data, any attempt to reverse-engineer Dr. Erskine's serum formula was going to be a humongous task,

The only thing they can expect now was in Luke and Rogers's blood. The hope of copying serum was hidden in their genetic code!

However, the military's delusion is ultimately a fragile bubble.

First of all, Luke wasn't really a Super Soldier.

The energy provided by the serum was used to activate the plug-in and open the gift package, thus it didn't play any role in transforming his body.

That's why Luke hardly felt any pain after the injection.

What's more, now he has activated the Superman Card..

Trying to extract something from the blood would undoubtedly be a fool's errand.

Even after decades, the military produced a lot of inferior products with great side effects through the so-called reverse-engineering.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do now, Luke?"

Colonel Phillips looked serious and whispered, "It is impossible to copy the serum formula and create a new super soldier in such a short time. That plan will now be aborted. Those politicians will try their best to get rid of their responsibilities!"

"Also, as a super soldier, I'm more optimistic about you - Rogers is a good man! But you're better in all aspects! I can tell, Luke, you're a born warrior! You'll never go soft on the enemy!"

"At this point, Rogers is so far behind, he still has some kind of naïve idealism! It won't help to win the war!"

"The essence of war is destruction! It's violence! It's a means to gain benefits! Although we will say this is a war for justice and a battle for freedom, there's no good or evil in war!"

"Rogers doesn't understand this truth, yet. I hope you do!"

Luke was greatly surprised when he heard these words. He didn't expect the Colonel to see it quite clearly.

"What are you saying Colonel?"

However, Luke wanted to know Colonel's thoughts, so he acted ignorant.

"The politicians on the Committee can't be trusted! They're just a bunch of fucking assholes! That Hydra assassin got in thanks to Senator Brandt, and now he's trying to dump the blame on us!"

Colonel Phillips couldn't help but swear at the incident at the secret base. However, his mind eased a bit when he saw Luke's reassuring expression.

For young talents, who were motivated and capable, the older generation would always have the idea of nurturing and lifting them up - provided that they could demonstrate the values that matched them!

In the eyes of Colonel Phillips, Luke was such a young talent, who deserved to be nurtured!

That's why he said so many heartfelt words.

"Politicians are only interested in profit, they can be bought and they may even betray their country for profits! The Super Soldier program is now almost a failure, and their next problem is how to use you and Rogers to their advantage. "

Colonel Phillips, who had been in the army for over 20 years, knew the political world well.

"The President wanted an army, but now he only got two super soldiers. On the battlefield, an individual's ability will be infinitely reduced. Even if you can punch through steel plates and catch up with speeding cars, you can't stop the bombardment of shells, and you can't fly to Berlin and kidnap Hitler from his bedroom. "

Luke listened quietly, his eyes slightly flickered.

'If they gave me time, I could really do this on my own!'

Less than 20 hours after loading the Card, the enhancement brought by the Sun had already exceeded the sum of so many years of his persistent training.

Luke could feel that the trillions of cells in his body were hungry as they absorbed the rays of the sun.

"With so much research funding, only two strong soldiers were produced. To tell you the truth, the military is very disappointed and no longer interested in you. Unsurprisingly, your next fate would probably be staying in the lab and have your blood drawn, like guinea pigs. "

Colonel Philips paused, he changed his tone, "But I don't think so. Seeing your performance just now and your outstanding achievements in Camp Lehigh; Luke, I've decided to give you an even more important task. "

"Do you know the Howling Commandos? It's a special operations team made up of the best soldiers under the Strategic Science Reserve's banner!"

"I want you to lead this team and become their commander!"

Luke's expression of surprise was a genuine emotional reaction.

He did not expect that Colonel Philips' arrangement for him would be this.

'Leading the Howling Commandos?'

'Commander?'

'I wonder if I will meet Logan...?'

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Luke's mind wandered.

He remembered a comic in which Wolverine was also a member of this team and fought side by side with Captain America.

Maybe, a certain black hard-boiled egg would be there too.

Maybe he will also get to meet a certain cool black guy.

After all, Nick Fury had joined the Howling Commandos in his early years.

"What about Rogers?"

Luke asked curiously.

As the saying goes, the bigger the pectoral muscles, the greater the responsibility!

He wondered if Rogers would debut as the 'American' idol this time.

"Rogers? Senator Brandt is interested in him and intends to make him a war bonds ambassador."

Colonel Philips shrugged his shoulders and said he was helpless.

He wanted to recruit both super soldiers into the Howling Commandos, to complete a plan from the Strategic Science Reserve.

But Senator Brandt won't relent.

He took a fancy to the 'Super Soldier' as a gimmick.

He wanted to make, either Luke or Rogers, a household name and a star attraction.

In this way, he could promote the war bonds, add some points under his political achievements, and also create a platform for his future campaign.

Simply the best of both worlds!

"Is that so? ..."

Luke secretly thought he was lucky.

Without Rogers blocking the bullet, the task of performing on stage in costume and being a salesman would have been on him.

Even if he could use other means when the time comes, then re-enter the military's sights, he would miss a lot of opportunities!

Just then—

[Side quest: Howling Commando, the war hero's first step!]

[Requirements: Join the team and get the approval of three or more team members.]

[Reward: Scarecrow's fear poison gas 10.]

[The task list is now open.]

Luke took the time to sweep his eyes over the character panel, and a side quest suddenly appeared on it.

"Well, this is strange. I am in the Marvel world but rewards are from the 'studio next-door'. "

Seeing the gaze from Colonel Phillips, Luke collected his thoughts and quietly said; "I am willing to lead Howling Commandos!"

The former was satisfied with this answer.

"Don't let me down, Luke. "

The Colonel patted Luke on the shoulder happily, turned, and walked out of the infirmary.

...

"I received a phone call from President Roosevelt this morning. From now on, the Strategic Science Reserve has a new mission!"

"We are going to fight Hydra to the death! We're going to kill this horrible beast that lurks in the depths of the shadows of this war!"

"..."

The next morning, Colonel Phillips delivered an impassioned speech.

Various researchers, as well as agents and spies, began to pack up and prepare to move out.

They are about to leave New York, follow the instructions of their superiors, and rush to the frontlines in London.

The Super Soldier Project had failed, and the status of the Strategic Science Reserve, which had been carrying great expectations, instantly dropped!

Rogers, standing in the lobby of the base, looked like an outsider.

He didn't know what to do, and no one told him what to do.

Miss Carter, Howard -Stark, they all had their own tasks.

'Everyone's leaving, except me!'

"Colonel! If you're going to fight Hydra, I want to join too!"

Rogers plucked up his courage and walked up to Colonel Philips.

Rogers had a deep hatred for Dr. Erskine's murderer.

"You are now a military property and I have no authority over your whereabouts. "

Colonel Philips shook his head.

With two super-soldiers, he could only choose one.

The rest belonged to Senator Brandt.

Phillips hated making this kind of deal, but he had no other choice.

Dr. Erskine was shot and the Super Soldier Project failed. This series of accidents are made by the military's investment in research funding, all thrown into the water, with no returns from this investment.

As the executive of the Strategic Science Reserve, Phillips had to shoulder the majority of the pressure and blame.

Even though many of the problems were due to Senator Brandt because the Hydra assassin appeared among his entourage.

But this powerful senator like a 'Non-stick pan', was not going to get his reputation to receive any 'stains'.

Philips didn't know what the senator said, but in the end, the whole blame fell on his head and the senator escaped without any harm.

In order to preserve the strength of the Strategic Science Reserve, a part of the earlier resources needed to be reserved.

Philips had no other choice but to make a deal with Senator Brandt and give Rogers to the other party - at least it was better than being a lab rat.

"The serum worked, Colonel! I can fight..."

Rogers tried to fight for the opportunity, but was interrupted by Colonel Phillips, "Senator Brandt said there's a better battlefield for you. "

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"The Colonel is also under a lot of pressure, so don't be discouraged. "

Looking at the lost Rogers, Carter, who was standing next to him, said comfortingly.

She held the experimental record with both hands, and sympathy in her eyes.

Through the human body transformation, the original thin little man had reached six feet (188cm), almost as tall as Luke.

Moreover, Rogers' muscles are even more bulky, like those of a bodybuilder.

Luke, who was also a Super Soldier, wasn't this exaggerated.

"Where's Luke!? Where is he?"

Rogers suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Luke since yesterday.

"I don't know, the Colonel said he had another mission. "

Carter shook her head.

...

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While the Strategic Science Reserve embarked on their journey to London, and Rogers was dragged by the senator to be the national war bonds ambassador, Luke remained in Brooklyn, New York.

As Carter had said, he had another mission.

After that talk in the infirmary, Colonel Philips told Luke about a highly classified and surprising plan!

Even with a Super Soldier leading the team, the degree of difficulty is huge!

Colonel Phillips had given the Howling Commandos to Luke, it was more than just adding some boost.

As the only Super Soldier available, no one was more suitable to carry out the plan than Luke!

In other words, the Colonel needed him!

That's why the desire to nurture him flowed out!

Luke himself isn't surprised by this.

This is one of the reasons why he didn't hide his excellent performance in Camp Lehigh.

Interpersonal communication in society was essentially the exchange of interests between each other.

Being able to be used by others, in a sense, is also the embodiment of value.

In his last life, there was an internet meme, 'Since I became a waste, no one can take advantage of me anymore', which did get more than a few likes. But it was actually quite reasonable after careful consideration.

With the failure of the Super Soldier Project, the status of the Strategic Science Reserve obviously declined.

Funds were cut, and personnel were mobilized from the rear to the front lines ...

These series of actions indicated that Colonel Phillips wanted to make the Strategic Science Reserve demonstrate the necessity of its existence.

If not, then SSR will likely face the prospect of being eliminated.

This wasn't due to any schemes or underhanded measures by political rivals.

In wartime, the allocation of all resources must be based on value and efficiency.

"Did the Colonel let me lead the Howling Commandos to restore the Strategic Science Reserve's status? I think my strength is strong enough to play any current plot character on my own."

Luke was lying on the hotel bed, staring at the stiff uniform hanging on the coat rack.

"Captain Cavill... "

He muttered with a smile on his face.

This is one of the benefits given by Colonel Phillips, it was also the benefit of leading the Howling Commandos.

Otherwise, who would want to accept a new recruit as their superior?

It took Luke less than a month to go from Private Third Class to Captain.

The speed is amazing!

"If I really did what Colonel Philips asked me to do, not to mention a Captain, it would be possible for me to become the fastest promoted officer in history. When the time comes, if I want to get into politics, I might be able to follow Eisenhower's path and move into the White House."

[Editor note: The above sentence may differ a bit from the actual meaning. All fault's mine.]

Luke's mind continued to think, outlining a bright blueprint for the future.

A few moments later, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, laughing at himself, "I seem to be thinking a little too far ahead. "

He was just promoted to Captain and was about to lead the Howling Commandos. Getting rid of his unnecessary thoughts, he returned to the question of his own ability.

"I'm Superman now - although I'm still a less powerful version."

Luke opened the character panel and looked at the data presented above.

He had the same strength as when Superman first came out.

Running faster than a full-powered car, punching through thick steel plates with one fist, dynamic vision that could even catch a bullet's trajectory.

Luke's muscle density far exceeded that of ordinary people, making it difficult for small caliber bullets and cold weapons to cause fatal damage to him.

It could be said that he had a body of steel, invulnerable to guns and swords - not considering heavy artillery weapons.

"LV1 Civilian Superman Card. The upper limit is probably an evolution of physical qualities. Being able to grab a bullet with my bare hands, and block explosions with my body. "

Luke found that if he wanted to unlock 'Flight' and "Laser Vision', he needed the LV2 Soldier Superman card.

It looks like when Superman first appeared, he wasn't that powerful, and his powers became increasingly perfect later on - so strong that a single punch broke apart the Sixth Dimension!

Seeing that there were many Superman Cards waiting to be unlocked in the conscious space, Luke suddenly felt that maybe he could evolve to that step one day.

"It's a beautiful world without Batman and kryptonite..."

With this in mind, Luke closed his eyes and fell asleep.

...

Old Joseph's Tavern, Brooklyn.

When Luke walked in, the people who he was scheduled to meet were already sitting at the corner table.

"Timothy Alloysius Cadwaller Dugan ... Oh. My. God. Such a long name! I would rather call you Dum Dum Dugan!"

Luke beckoned for a dark beer, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He didn't say too many pleasantries, nor did he deliberately act warm.

Dugan is a typical soldier with strong features and a handlebar mustache.

After seeing his commanding officer, a guy who was a bit too young, his expression was a bit gloomy.

The word 'young' often implied a lack of experience in a crisis-ridden battlefield, without having gone through several wars.

It also meant that giving your back to such a person could be a bad thing.

"Captain Cavill... You've been promoted quite quickly. I heard that you were a Private Third Class a month ago?"

Dugan sneered. In his opinion, Luke must have climbed the ranks though someone underhanded connections.

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Dugan hadn't heard about Luke having any amazing achievements and merits.

Luke's file was no more than a blank sheet of paper.

"I would prefer that you call me Sir." Luke smiled, not the least bit annoyed.

He turned his head, looked at another man sitting next to Dugan, and whispered, "Dino Manelli. Colonel Philips said that you're a master of disguise and at fighting. I am looking forward to seeing what you do."

"And you, Jimmy, Kenneth, Jeff ..."

Luke named everyone one by one.

He had seen the Howling Commandos members' profiles beforehand and had a basic understanding of the team.

"I am your senior officer and the Captain of the Howling Commandos. At least until you receive some new orders, you will obey my command and follow my instructions. " Luke leaned back in his chair and spoke in a rather casual tone.

"Captain Cavill, we are soldiers; we will obey commands. "

It seems that Dugan was the leader of this team. He took the lead in standing up to Luke. "But we only respect capable people, not ..."

"By any chance, are you trying to say that just because I look young, inexperienced, without much merits, I am not qualified enough and i am putting airs in front of you?" Luke impolitely interrupted Dugan, and then with a slight smile, he continued, "I heard that you are proficient in combat and firearms, and even once went behind enemy lines and took out a German operative squad by yourself?"

"That's right. And from then on, everyone calls me 'Dum Dum'."

Dugan said with pride.

The dumdum bullet is a kind of British-made ammunition, commonly known as 'expanding bullet' and 'shrapnel', known for its amazing lethality.

Because of the unbearable pain caused by being shot, international organizations have repeatedly requested that the use of such bullets be banned.

The fact that Dugan was given such a name shows how powerful he is.

"To tell you the truth, I wanted to have a fair fight with you and prove that I am not what you think. However, when I think about it again, it's unfair to compete with you. "

Luke shrugged, took a sip from the stout on the table, and smiled, "So, I'll be a little more direct, so you can see why I went from being a recruit to a Captain, and why I can lead the Howling Commandos. "

"However, I hope you won't be afraid of what you'll see later. "

"Hahaha, Captain Cavill, we all are soldiers who have survived the hell-like battlefield! I will be surprised if there's anything which makes us afraid."

Dugan covered his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly.

In his opinion, Luke was bluffing. Was there anything that could scare him?

...

"Dugan! Did you see that? He lifted the Ford military Jeep with both hands!"

"I've got eyes, you don't have to tell me! And he twisted my lovely Winchester into a knot!"

"Can any of you explain why my combat knife couldn't break through his skin?"

"Is this guy even human?"

"..."

An hour later, Howling Commandos, who had followed Luke to Fort Drum Army Base in Jefferson County, New York, witnessed the most unbelievable and horrific scene in their life.

As they have said, the members of Howling Commandos are all veterans who have experienced many battles and have special skills.

Trenches that buried countless bodies, hanging flesh and blood fragments on barbed wires ...

They have survived that kind of hell, seen the fiercest executioners and played the role of butchers.

Roaring cannons, machine guns spewing fire, steel monster-like tanks ...

You could say, what kind of big scene they haven't seen?!

It's just that ...

When Luke showed the Howling Commandos his power, it completely crushed the inherent perceptions they had built up over the past few decades!

Until then, Dugan and his team had never imagined that anyone could lift a multi-ton military SUV like a barbell!

Was he still human!?

"Don't give me that look. "

Luke's face still had the same calm expression.

No one could see that he had just completed a full set of warm-up exercises with an SUV.

"I am just an ordinary soldier who yearns for peaceful, quiet life. "

...

After a few days of drawing on the energy from the sun, Luke's physique leapt another step.

Unlike Superman, it was difficult for him to carry a plane which weighed hundreds of tons, but lifting an off-road vehicle weighing several tons wasn't a problem.

Even strength similar to that of a Super Soldier was enough to shock anyone.

Superpowers, aliens and other crazy stuff was limited only to science fiction movies and novels.

Thus, Luke's performance shocked all the Howling Commandos!

"You are obviously a monster!"

Dugan, nicknamed 'Dum Dum', took a look at the twisted Winchester and the military jeep that was sitting firmly in place, and silently swallowed his words.

"Cavill... Sir, are you the rumored Super Soldier?"

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"Cavill... Sir, are you the rumored Super Soldier?" After a while, Dino Manelli, whom Colonel Phillips called a master of disguise and hand-to-hand combat, asked.

After seeing Luke's inhuman strength, all the members of the Howling Commandos -- at least Manelli himself -- had no objection to the young captain leading him.

Although he still didn't know whether Luke had the basic qualities of a leader.

However, the ability to crush the Nazi army in combat, was enough to lessen his main worries.

'No wonder Colonel Philips asked him to lead the Howling Commandos.'

Manelli was instantly relieved, and his inner dissatisfaction dissipated.

"Super soldier?"

Dugan's eyes changed when he heard the word.

He had heard about the project.

It was said that it was one of the military's research projects on strengthening the human body.

"Yes, Steve Rogers and I, both received serum injections from the Strategic Science Reserve and became super soldiers. "

Luke answered seriously.

Although he had nothing to do with the super soldiers, this didn't prevent him from using this excuse as a cover.

He wondered if, in the future, when people saw that the gap between his and Rogers's abilities was getting bigger, they would suspect that the latter had injected a fake serum.

"Well, Sir, I'm sorry for what happened before. "

Dugan shrugged, no longer indifferent as he was before.

After seeing Luke's real strength and knowing his status as a super soldier, he no longer worried about whether the other party would hold back the team. But now, he had different worries, 'Will I be able to keep up?'

With Dugan's vast experience, he felt that if he threw Luke onto the battlefield, the Nazi soldiers would cry out in fear!

Hitler, who was far away in Berlin, was about to lose all of his sleep.

[Side quest: Howling Commando, the war hero's first step.] (Completed)]

[Requirements: Join the team and get the approval of three or more team members. (Achieved)]

[Reward: Scarecrow's fear poison gas 10. (Obtained)]

Luke received the message that the quest was completed. It was true that for veterans, the fastest way to get their approval is to show your ability.

[Reputation value detected!]

[Opening Shop.]

Luke, without any change in expression, immediately opened the character panel.

The stats on the panel were updated, and a reputation value of 50 points was displayed --it was probably from the Howling Commandos members.

'It seems that by generating respect, worship and admiration, I can gain reputation points ...'

Luke reasoned.

He opened the shop. As imagined, there's a wide range of products. It wasn't very different from the game.

There are various interesting props, such as 'Clark Kent's glasses'.

The description underneath read, [As long as you wear it, you can form an absolute disguise that's impossible to detect, with the image of a tall, strong, bright reporter.]

Another example is 'Batman's Escape Technique', which is specifically described as [When any target turns its back to you, activate this item to disappear from the target's field of vision.]

There are also some skill cards for heroic characters, such as 'Master Assassin', which came from Deathstroke. The effect was to master all kinds of firearms and cold weapons. Defeat enemies whose ability is several times stronger than yourself in hand-to-hand combat.

Another example is the 'Expert in Deception' -- from the famous exorcist Constantine, described as [Having the ability to convince (deceive) all, even angels and devils.]

The list went on and on.

All of these could be exchanged with reputation points.

"This is quite interesting!"

Luke's eyes slightly lit up. He was particularly interested in the skill card, 'Ladies Man' in the shop - from Nightwing, Dick Grayson.

The specific effect is, [Against women in a regular relationship, especially those with a superhero profession, your charm will be fully unleashed.]

How did this wonderful ability get in?

After a quick glance at the items in the shop, Luke looked around at the other members who were currently busy cleaning their weapons or just relaxing.

He cleared his throat, looked at the Howling Commandos, and said, "Let me tell you one thing, Colonel Phillips sent me to lead this team in preparation for a surprise attack!"

"I can't tell you much specifics for now. But the final destination of the team is Italy. I have the passports ready and suitable identities. "

"You can think of this mission as a covert operation, to sneak into Sicily, posing as smugglers and bypassing the blockade from the maritime patrol fleet. "

The members of Howling Commandos looked at each other. Most of their previous tasks were to attack the transport convoys of the Axis countries or assassinate some senior General.

They weren't really familiar with such things as infiltration.

However, after listening to it, the members, headed by Dum Dum Dugan, uniformly answered, "We are at your disposal, sir!"

"I believe that after this mission, Howling Commandos' name, and all of your names, will be on the White House table!"

Luke promised.

If the mission planned by Colonel Philips could be accomplished, rhen, Luke's name is likely to spread throughout the Allies.

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Luke took all the members of the Howling Commandos from the east coast, through the Atlantic Ocean, they crossed the Strait of Gibraltar, and entered the territorial waters of Italy.

Because Spain was a neutral country during World War II, and there was a British naval base stationed nearby, they didn't face any trouble till that point.

After a long, bumpy ocean journey and several routine identity checks along the way, Luke and the others arrived in Sicily and were about to disembark in Palermo.

The members of Howling Commandos couldn't believe it. They arrived without any hitches, right under the nose of the Axis!

Dum Dum Dugan couldn't help but sigh, saying, "This is the most thrilling thing I've ever done in my life!"

The others agreed, like lions walking into a wolf's den.

Even if the individual's strength was strong, as long as their identity is exposed, they would be eaten by the wolves!

Maybe, when the time came, their Captain Luke might be able to escape by himself with his strength.

But they were destined to fall under the Nazi guns.

"We have arrived at our destination, someone will meet us later. They will make arrangements for our hideout. "

Luke spread out a map of Sicily in front of him and said, "I will repeat the plan. I am now Vito Corleone, a Sicilian who left his homeland at an early age, and now I am returning as a smuggler, and a merchant who sells goods between the Allies and the Axis powers. "

"But this is just a cover to deal with the Axis Navy. I personally captured a Hydra assassin in Brooklyn, named Greg Nissen, and the Strategic Science Reserve got a lot of information from him. "

"So, now that we have arrived in Sicily, we are going to meet an SSR informant. My identity to the Axis soldiers, while on the way, will be that of a secret envoy from Berlin to give orders to Mussolini from the Führer - the British had cracked the Enigma, and radio communication had become an reliable way of transmitting secret information, so disguising ourselves as a secret envoy from Berlin with the knowledge of the secret information would not arouse any suspicion."

[Editor Note: For those who are unfamiliar with the Enigma Code, I would recommend watching the movie, The Imitation Game, starring Benedict Cumberbatch as the ML. The movie is fanta-stick.]

"Our mission... is to go to Rome and kill Mussolini?"

Dum Dum Dugan's eyes widened, he wondered if he had heard wrong.

This task was too crazy.

If it wasn't for the fact that Luke's reliability and calmness had been recognized by his teammates, he would have thought they were joking!

"No, it's not that exaggerated. Mussolini's government is just a puppet. He himself was relieved of all powers by the King of Italy and imprisoned in Poncha Island, and was later rescued by Hitler's men. "

Seeing Luke shake his head and vetoed, the members of Howling Commandos were relieved.

At this time in Sicily, there were two German armored divisions. If they made any trouble, they would definitely be shot dead.

As for the assassination of Mussolini, it was even more impossible!

Only God knew how much security there was around the dictator!

"Our mission is to enter Rome, capture Mussolini alive, and assist the Allied forces to land in Sicily! Become the first team to conquer Italy!"

Luke finally revealed the main objective.

For the next few minutes, the entire cabin fell into dead silence.

Everyone's mouth was wide open with a dumbfounded expression, 'Did I hear it wrong or is this guy joking?'

"Sir... are you serious?"

Dum Dum Dugan hesitantly asked.

He found that the young captain could always give his teammates surprises.

"Kidnapping a government leader with just a few people and getting away with it - not only did it sound implausible, it is no different than suicide."

Luke propped his hands on the table, leaning forward, his tall figure exuding an oppressive atmosphere.

The members who wanted to express their opinions subconsciously reduced their voices and shut their mouths.

"But the actual situation isn't so bad! First of all, our opponents are the Italians, so I don't think I need to say anything about this country's military capabilities. The American newspapers said, 'If Italy stayed neutral, the Germans would have to increase their forces by five divisions. If Italy joined the Allies, they would have to add ten divisions to their army. But when Italy joined the Axis, the Germans had no other choice but to send twenty divisions to protect them!"

Luke used a humorous tone to ease the atmosphere a little.

"Compared with the French who raised the white flag in 40 days, the Italians aren't much better. You certainly don't know that the British army led 25 people in World War I, fought against 10,000 Italian troops, and captured 8,000 people; In fact, in terms of war, they can't even win against Ethiopia..."

Luke's tone was impassioned, and his eyes flashed slightly.

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Truthfully, most of the stories he said were just rumors in his previous life, and their authenticity needed to be verified.

For example, the Ethiopians of World War II weren't the primitive natives that many nations thought they were; in fact, their army was known as the "Lions of East Africa" and was quite strong.

If it weren't for the subsequent use of poison gas warfare by Italy in the second invasion, it wouldn't be possible to take over Ethiopia, and maybe the history would have repeated itself, and Italy would have suffered another defeat.

As for the Italian military, it wasn't that miserable. Although it did become the butt of jokes, its military strength wasn't that weak, and it also performed well in World War II.

For example, in the Second Battle of El Alamein, the 185th 'Folgore' Paratroopers blocked the British armored offensive with burning bottles, anti-tank guns, mines and explosives under the absolute disadvantage of 1:13 troops and 1:70 armor.

[Editor's note: Let's not go deeper into the exact facts. This is fanfic.]

All in all, what Luke said before was to boost the Howling Commandos' morale and ease the fear of the members.

Maybe he could raid Rome by himself and capture Mussolini alive, but he can't finish the task of assisting the Allied forces to land in Sicily alone.

"But what we have to face isn't only the Italian army, but also the Germans!"

Dugan was a little shaken by this mission, even though Luke's speech was quite compelling.

At least, the members of Howling Commandos now believed that the Italian army was vulnerable, and it seems that it wasn't so difficult to advance into Rome.

"The Allies will take care of it for us!"

Luke firmly answered.

He agreed to follow Colonel Phillips' plan, not because he was hot-headed, but after careful consideration.

According to the original timeline of World War II, the Allies had already finished the campaign in North Africa. The next step was to counterattack Italy, opening up a new battlefield.

In July, the allied landing forces will set sail in the ports on the east coast of North Africa, the Mediterranean Sea, as well as Oran and Algiers.

Then, the army led by General Patton went straight to Sicily.

And right now, it isn't too far from the fall of Mussolini's government and the surrender of Italy.

Perhaps it seemed to others that it would be an impossible task to raid Rome and capture the leader alive.

But Luke was confident because he was standing on the rumbling wheels of history, rolling forward.

'How much reputation can I gain by becoming a conqueror of Italy?'

Luke couldn't help thinking.

Spreading his own name all over the world. As a reputation-grinding method, it was almost like cheating. This was something he couldn't do in the game.

"At your command! Sir!"

After a long while, Dugan gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Anyway, he arrived in Sicily, surrounded by enemies.

There were two roads in front of them. Either to complete the mission and return home with honor; Or choose desertion and appear before a court-martial.

When Dugan, the leader, said this, the rest of the team didn't hesitate anymore.

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Sicily is located in the south of Italy, across the Strait of Messina from the Apennines in the northeast, and occupies an important position in the commercial trade routes of the Mediterranean.

Therefore, when Luke came ashore from Palermo, he thought he would encounter a rather strict interrogation.

To his own surprise, Luke, who was currently disguised as a smuggler, Vito Corleone, easily bribed the officers here with only 20 cases of cigarettes, some ham and bread, and was able to easily get through.

It can be seen from this what later generations had said; The whole Italian military was corrupt from top to bottom during World War II. It wasn't without reason.

After landing, Luke saw several tall men with caps and tattoos on their arms on the port wharf, secretly looking at his group.

He walked over with a kind face and spoke fluent Italian. "Do you know where the Bronze Bell Tavern is?"

The Superman Card brought benefits beyond just physical strengthening.

When it came to academic talent and planning skills, Luke had improved significantly.

Superman, who came to the 'studio next door', may not be inferior to Batman, who was called 'World's Greatest Detective', when he really used his brain.

However, perhaps it was because of Batman that Superman was too lazy to think.

Luke smiled, and shook off these frivolous thoughts as he started to chat with these tall men.

After a brief refresher course on Italian prior to his trip, he was now able to speak the local language with a slight Sicilian regional accent.

This was also one of the reasons why the Howling Commandos was able to get past the patrolling warships several times along the way.

Soon those people were convinced of his Vito Corleone identity.

Even though Luke told Dum Dum Dugan that he grew up in Brooklyn, the latter got a bit skeptical, believing that the young captain was most likely from Sicily.

"Mr. Corleone?"

The man in the lead frowned and asked.

"You can call me Vito. "

Luke said indifferently.

Hearing the secret code line, these men dressed in similar clothes quickly changed their attitudes and became respectful.

"Mr. Corleone, Don Cossa is waiting for you in the Bronze Bell tavern! The car is ahead!"

Then, he waved and three black cars drove up in front of the pier entrance.

The man opened the door and waited for Luke to sit inside.

The 'Don Cossa', as they called him, was the informant for the Strategic Science Reserve.

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As they got in the car, Luke gestured to the Howling Commandos to keep up their vigilance.

Soon, the motorcade raised a bit of dust and headed for the Bronze Bell Tavern.

Cossa Alessandro, the only remaining mafia leader in Sicily.

The Mafia, which was famous in later years, and even world-renowned, didn't have it easy at this time.

In 1925, after Mussolini gained absolute control over Italy, he made a famous national speech on the Mafia.

Through the loudspeakers, he vowed to all Italians to purify the social air, crack down on crime and to eliminate evil!

To eradicate the Mafia, the cancer, from Italy!

No one expected that Mussolini would actually do what he said he would do and start a serious raid on the Mafia.

Openly, his dictatorship commanded the military and police, to arrest nearly 1,000 mafia members, however, in truth, he directly bombed their hideouts.

Once captured, they didn't even get a basic trial. A full-scale bloodbath was directly unleashed.

In Sicily's Fountain Square, people were executed every day. Blood seeped into every floor tile and land.

As a result, the Mafias died or fled, either by being arrested and imprisoned or by fleeing overseas.

By now, Sicily was a 'clean slate' free of sinister powers.

People were no longer worried of the gangsters' harassments, but had to endure the dictator's reign of terror.

However, it was worth mentioning that the Mafia, which had been weakened in Italy, re-emerged from America and had regained its vitality.

For the future Hollywood gangster films, it created a large number of inexhaustible character material.

Luke, who had come into contact with the Irish mob and dealt with Italian mafia, knew this very well.

Seeing the poor living environment in Sicily and holding a grudge against Mussolini, many Mafia families secretly aligned themselves with the Allied Powers.

This was the case with Cossa Alessandro, who had now become an informant for the Strategic Science Reserve.

30 minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the Bronze Bell Tavern.

Several burly men with tattoos stood at the door. Luke was stopped after he got out of the car.

"Mr. Alessandro, you want me to go inside alone? You guys don't seem sincere."

The leader of the group looked a bit puzzled, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The situation in Sicily is very tense, Mr. Corleone, please understand. Well, you can bring an attendant. Don Cossa is very careful, this is also for his safety. "

"Since you're being so polite, I don't have any complaints. "

Luke took off his black woolen coat and handed it to Manelli behind him, signaling that he was unarmed.

Then, he reached out and beckoned Dum Dum Dugan to follow him.

"You stay where you are and wait for me to come out. "

Luke ordered.

Manelli nodded, holding the coat in one hand and carrying a suitcase in the other - there was a submachine gun hidden inside.

He was sure that if the mafia dared to play dirty, he and his team could turn the Bronze Bell Tavern upside down!

Luke walked into the tavern, which was now a mafia hideout.

The thick round tables were full of 'family members'.

Most of them were young and strong thugs, who belonged to the 'legion' and were responsible for engaging in violence, fighting over or guarding territory.

Being closely watched by over 30 strong men, who were also rumored to be one of the most ferocious mafia, the average person would be weak in the legs, unable to walk.

But Luke was calm and steady, and his temperament didn't diminish.

"Mr. Corleone, we welcome your arrival!"

The bearded man, at the center of it all, got up and greeted him.

He was Cossa Alessandro, the former head of the Mafia's Camorra family, now just a thug.

When the Mafia was purged, every family suffered heavy losses, and even the head of the family was put to death in public.

Such iron-fisted means and ruthless behavior greatly shook the mafia.

The special background, the special opportunity, in turn, gave Cossa a chance to make a name for himself.

He had gathered a group of people around him under the name of the Camorra family and recruited a lot of good people while the storm was brewing.

"I guess since you were willing to see me, you know why we are here for, right?"

Luke leaned back in his chair with a relaxed and calm tone.

Cossa was not only an informant for the Strategic Science Reserve, but also a mole for the future Allied landing in Sicily.

In the original history, the American intelligence department chose the local mafia leader, Salvatore Lucania, nicknamed 'Lucky' Luciano.

He was a big shot in the New York underworld and was quite established.

On the Italian side, it should have been Don Carlo, but now there was a slight change.

The Sicilian Mafia did play a significant role in the landings.

They provided all kinds of support toward the Allies, delivered messages, handed out leaflets to persuade surrender and so on.

Therefore, after the war, Don Carlo became the mayor of Villalba, while Salvatore Luciano was spared from prison and his wealth and reputation grew.

Luke didn't mind giving this opportunity to Cossa Alessandro, who is sitting opposite him.

"I understand! Yes, sir! I am ready and waiting for instructions from the Allies. "

Alessandro smiled pleasantly.

"Twenty trained gunmen, I've got them ready! It's just that with so many people sneaking into Rome, it's a little hard to get passes - the time is too short!"

Seeing Alessandro's embarrassed expression, Luke expressionlessly said, "That's your problem, Cossa. If you can't do it, then I'll find someone else. I heard about Don Carlo, who was thrown into prison by Mussolini, and he was a delight. "

"That Stronzo Don Carlo is nothing! Sicily is now Don Cossa's even the Governor of Palermo ..."

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"That Stronzo Don Carlo is nothing! Sicily is now Don Cossa's even the Governor of Palermo ..."

Before Alessandro could finish his words, the young man standing behind him stepped forward, seemingly uncomfortable with Luke's disdain for his own boss.

Luke narrowed his eyes and looked up. The other person's appearance was quite similar to Alessandro's. He may be a family member related by blood.

"You have some good people."

Luke was worried about the lack of an excuse to put down the mafia leader and test his determination to cooperate with the Allies. But now he got a chance to make a scene.

"Elio! Shut up!"

When Alessandro heard his nephew say such things, he rushed to slap him across the face.

The young man in front of him wasn't someone he could afford to offend.

Mussolini had taught the Mafia a lesson. No matter how powerful the Mafia was, there was no room for resistance against the state apparatus.

This young man, who called himself 'Vito Corleone', represented the American military and is an ally.

Once they anger the other party, they won't end up any better than if they provoked Mussolini.

Boom!

However, when Alessandro had just touched his nephew's face at that slap, a sound echoed in the Bronze Bell Tavern.

No one saw exactly when Luke got up and how he pinned the young man named Elio on the table.

The blood flowed down from his forehead as if his skull was cracked, and dripped to the ground.

"Cough cough ... Don Cossa ... Uncle!"

Elio felt his head was crushed like a watermelon, and it could explode completely in the next moment.

He didn't know the terrible strength the young man had. Where did it come from? Five fingers and a palm came together like iron pinchers, pressing tightly on the back of his head.

The excruciating pain, and the fear of death, made Elio's resolve instantly collapse!

His tears flowed along with the blood and covered his whole face.

"Cossa, tell me, what does the Mafia do to people who don't respect the alliance between two families?"

Luke slowly sat back in his seat, ignoring the tense atmosphere and completely treating the group of people behind him as air.

...

As the only remaining mafia leader in Sicily, even the police officers are reluctant to mess with the ruthless man.

Alessandro had a great deal of prestige and authority within his family and in Palermo.

His status and power were increasing with each passing day.

When ordinary people see him, they must address him as 'Sir' to show their respect.

And other heads of the family, either brought in, or suppressed. Gradually, every meeting turned out to be a meeting where Alessandro expressed his personal opinion and allocated their interests and turf.

Although the Mafia wasn't as good as it used to be, they always had to worry about whether Mussolini would come for the purge again and had to be on the run. But Alessandro, who had taken advantage of this power struggle to rise to the top, gradually made them stronger in his hands. This was a fact that didn't need to be questioned.

Therefore, the SSR took a fancy to him and he, seeing a chance, became an informant.

However, Alessandro, who was regarded as 'Don' by people and worshipped by many members, showed a trace of fear on his face, when he heard Luke's indifferent tone.

Having experienced Mussolini's great purge, he had a strong psychological shadow about the military, which was essentially a powerful institution.

If he offended this young Captain, he would lose support of the Allied forces. Sooner or later, after the war, he would be targeted by the purge.

Even if he switched to Mussolini's side, according to the dictator's temper, he was afraid it wouldn't end well.

Thinking to this point, Alessandro's hands trembled slightly. On his chubby face, a touch of ruthlessness rose.

"Mr. Corleone, I apologize to you for Elio's disrespect!"

He placed his palm on the table, and with a swish, drew a dagger from behind his waist and sliced down viciously.

"Ahhh! Ahhh--"

The screams of pain echoed in the Bronze Bell Tavern.

A thick radish-like finger tumbled on the table.

Large beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead, rolling down his nose, and slowly dripping.

Alessandro gasped and said, "Mr. Corleone, are you satisfied?"

Luke loosen the palm on Elio's head. Deadpan, he slowly shook his head.

"I didn't tell you to make amends! Cossa, I wanted you to explain how the Mafia treats people who don't respect their alliance? "

"Mr. Corleone, I ..."

"Don't you understand? Cossa, please tell me, how much does your Mafia value the friendships with us?"

Luke's voice remained cold, but it brought heavy pressure to Alessandro.

He knew that the young Captain was not an amateur that could be fooled.

The bloody practice of cutting off one's finger off is a common way for the Mafia to ask for mercy, but it failed to impress the other party.

Alessandro glanced at Elio, who was pale with fear, and sighed inside.

"Carmelo! Drag Elio down and bring me his hand!"

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Being able to seize the opportunity and become the top leader of the Camorra family, Alessandro had guts.

Although Elio was his nephew, he would still give him up in order to calm Luke's anger.

Who told him to be too stupid!?

Just like the former Mafia members, they thought that they were the real masters of Italy!

For example, Francisco Cuchar, who triggered the end of the Mafia, is such a fool!

He was both the mayor of Piana DeGrigio and a major player in the local mafia.

When he greeted Mussolini, who was the 'great leader' at the time, he asked him in a rather arrogant tone, why he had to bring so many police officers?

Because, Cuchar felt that no one could pose a threat to him on his own turf, with the protection of the Mafia.

This almost rude attitude annoyed Mussolini, who was already very powerful at that time.

A few months later, the dictator summoned 4,000 special forces and 6,000 police officers and launched a heavy-handed campaign to eliminate the Mafia.

As for Cuchar?

He was arrested and imprisoned for 'insulting the Fuhrer', 'contempt of law', and ' rebelling against the government'.

Alessandro, who has had the horrible experience of being wanted, and almost executed, wouldn't make the same mistake as that fool Cuchar.

"Mr. Corleone, you will forever be a friend of the Mafia. Anyone who disrespects you, is disrespecting me and disrespecting the Camorra Family."

In less than a minute, the man named 'Carmelo' presented a hand, placed on a tray.

"Are you satisfied with this explanation? If this isn't enough, I'll have Elio sent to the slaughterhouse later. "

Seeing Alessandro's trepidation and almost groveling, Luke's cold expression, suddenly beamed with a smile. He knew the mafia were contemptuous and only with a severe threat would they show respect. Thus he acted in such a way.

Luke then picked up the glass on the table and said, "Come! a toast to our friendship!"

The smile was mild and friendly, without any sign of the previous aggression.

His ability to change his face so suddenly surprised Dum Dum Dugan behind him, and thought, 'The Captain is a scary man. '

The vicious Mafia was like a docile sheep before him.

Alessandro smiled at the smell of blood and drained his glass of red wine.

"Get things done as soon as possible, and the Allies will never forget your efforts. "

Before leaving the pub, Luke patted Alessandro on the shoulder and added, "Your compatriots are doing well in North America and New York. They go in and out of high-end hotels with members of parliament, and hug Hollywood actresses -- Cossa, I admire you very much. You deserve a chance. "

"Mr. Corleone, I will remember this personal friendship!"

Alessandro paused and then he moved.

He bent down slightly, lowered his head and waited for Luke to hold out his left hand.

This was the highest etiquette from the Mafia, to show respect!

Often, only the godfather could get 'the kiss' from a don.

"No need. I have seen your respect and attitude. "

Luke's mouth twitched. He didn't have the habit of letting men kiss the back of his hand.

Out of the Bronze Bell Tavern, the Howling Commandos got into their cars and went to check-in to one of Palermo's top hotels.

On the way, Dugan, who was sitting next to him, had an awkward expression.

"Do you want to ask why I should treat Alessandro with such an attitude?"

Luke opened his closed eyes. Sitting in the front passenger seat, was Manelli, no outsiders. So, he didn't hide it. He said, "Dugan, you don't understand the gangster mindset. "

"Although the Italian Mafia has always used family honor and blood ties as a means to guarantee loyalty. But that doesn't mean they're actually a bunch of honorable criminals. "

Dugan nodded thoughtfully. He remembered that Luke seemed to have close ties with the Irish Mob.

"When you want to tame a vicious dog, you have to beat it with a wooden stick until it's afraid to show you its fangs again. The same is true of the Mafia. "

Luke looked at the pedestrians in Palermo through the window and smiled, "And human nature is a very complicated thing. Cossa definitely had a grudge against me when his men brought that guy's severed hand. But because of my status, and the fact that Allies have won successive battles, he was afraid to show it. "

"But when I told him that I would support him as the voice of the Allies in Sicily, and he would be richly rewarded after the war, Cossa's heart immediately felt grateful, with only a few unpleasant emotions left behind."

"When you use harsh methods, establish unquestionable authority, and then give them a small reward, they will be grateful to you - that's the typical gangster mentality!

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