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The hotel where Luke and his party stayed was an important picturesque spot in a hilltop town, Taormina, on the east coast of Sicily.

The climate here was spring all the year round, with beautiful scenery.

There was a cliff on one side and the sea on the other.

Like stones, urban buildings were piled up on the stepped peaks of the mountain.

Luke had to agree, Alessandro is really good at what he does.

Or, to describe it more accurately, Alessandro knew how to please his superiors.

Luke came to the hotel called 'Walchiria' and learned that Alessandro had already reserved an entire third floor for him and his entourage.

Moreover, there were few reasons why he chose this small hotel with little reputation.

On one hand, because there were few guests, it wouldn't be too eye-catching;

On the other hand, the Walchiria was located at the top of the small town in Taormina.

If you stay in a room on the third floor, one only needs to open the window to overlook the whole town, feel the moist sea breeze, and hear the sound of the waves, making them feel inner tranquility.

Many people liked this feeling - Luke is no exception.

According to the plan, he needed Alessandro to recruit twenty well-trained gunmen and get a pass to enter Rome.

After calculating the time, Luke may stay in Taormina for 4 to 5 days.

It was a good thing to have comfortable accommodation and environment.

Luke and the team chose their own rooms - as a precaution, it would have been Dum Dum Dugan, or Dino Manelli, in the same room as the Captain.

This can play a preventive role, but also facilitate dealing with possible unexpected situations.

It's just that, after seeing Luke's great strength, members of the Howling Commandos had said that they were the ones who needed to be protected.

Therefore, the two rooms next to Luke became the hot items in the team.

In the end, Dum Dum Dugan, and Manelli, the two veterans, received the benefit of being 'protected by the super soldier'.

"In the next few days, Dugan and Manelli will take turns watching Alessandro. Although he looks like a wise man, we should also prevent him from making any stupid mistakes!"

In Luke's room, the members of Howling Commandos gathered to make plans for their next move.

In addition to Luke, who was their Captain, there were five other people in this team dispatched by the SSR.

Dum Dum Dugan, as a front-runner, was the most distinguished man in the team.

Dino Manelli, who is always taciturn and quiet, is a scout and an infiltration specialist.

The following team members were, respectively; The sniper Jimmy, called the 'Wild West', a marksman with 100% hit rate.

Jeff, in charge of the surprise attacks, and Kenneth, who was a gunner and experienced driver.

"Dugan and I will be posing as Berlin's secret emissary, with letters and necessary props to verify our identities - the Allies did capture a Berlin secret emissary two weeks ago, thanks to reliable information the SSR extracted from the Hydra assassin!"

Luke spreads out a map of Rome, with a clear layout of the troops on it.

"The rest of you will arrive in Rome with Alessandro's team of gunmen, and on the day of the operation, Jimmy, you will take the high ground - that's the spot! Jeff and Kenneth will lead the gun team and create chaos in Venice Square!"

"The chief officer guarding Sicily is Italian General Guzzoni. He has eleven local divisions and two German armored divisions. During this time, the Allies will carry out irregular bombing, and drive the fleet into the Strait of Tunisia, taking Pantelleria as a stronghold, creating the illusion of landing soon, and restraining Guzzoni's attention."

"Our task is to break into Venice Palace! It will take less than 24 hours to coerce Mussolini as a hostage and I believe the King of Italy will issue a proclamation to depose the Prime Minister! Anyone with foresight can see that the Axis Powers have lost their momentum. "

"Then, we only need to hand over the dictator to the Allied forces. As for Britain, the United States, the army and navy ... it doesn't matter! However, my personal suggestion is to make a gesture of goodwill to General Eisenhower."

Luke finished his long speech, and the members of Howling Commandos looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Their hearts felt like a boulder had been lifted, and they all sighed with relief.

Despite the fact that the young commander, who had previously denigrated the Italian army as worthless, was able to break into enemy territory and capture the leader with a single team, sounded like a legendary story only written in a third-rate novel, and had no truth to it at all.

The Howling Commandos were willing to follow Luke. Not because of his charisma, but because they had no other choice.

Anyway, they were all pulled aboard. What else can they do if they didn't follow the Captain's orders?

However, seeing Luke's plan and his confidence, the Howling Commandos had no other ideas.

They felt they could trust this young Captain!

"Let's disperse. "

Feeling the change of atmosphere in the team, Luke smiled.

Perhaps it's not until this moment that he is truly recognized as the leader of this team.

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After a short rest, Luke enjoyed a big seafood meal alone, and stood at the balcony overlooking the serene sky.

The afterglow of the sun as it sank into the horizon, children playing on the silver beach, and rows of palm trees swaying and dancing by the evening wind.

Further away, the seagulls skimmed over the water, catching fish from the surging waves and tides.

Luke's inner mood relaxed and a look of longing rose in his eyes.

In a few days, no matter the Axis or the Allies, everyone will hear his name and his legendary deeds.

"Even if I don't follow the plot and Captain America, I can still be a hero in the eyes of the world."

Luke smiled.

To conquer a country with less than thirty people.

This would be an amazing feat that could go down in history.

Just as Pizarro conquered the Inca Empire that had a population of about 6 million with less than 200 people.

After taking a deep breath and calming his thought, Luke went out alone in his rare leisure time.

He walked along the street and came across a magnificent theater, where people were crowded and enthusiastic.

Under the sparkling night sky, he could hear the song of 'Oedipus' or 'Antigone' when he stood still.

Of course, he also met many charming Italian girls during this period.

It's a pity that Luke didn't have any intention of having a fling, and failed to live up to these beautiful women's fiery enthusiasm.

After walking aimlessly for 40 minutes, he returned to the hotel.

"Hmm?!"

Luke, who was about to push the door open, stared at it and burst out with a cold glow.

With his keen perception, he clearly heard another person's breathing in the room. Seemingly indistinct, it was difficult to detect it unless he listened carefully.

"Is Cossa really stupid enough to betray me and give up the olive branch from the Allies? Or was the plan discovered by Hydra?"

A scurry of thoughts ran through Luke's mind.

He gently pushed open the door and stepped on the soft carpet, without making any sound.

The sea breeze blew through the half-open window as Luke walked slowly to the big bed in the main bedroom.

He was confident that as long as the intruder showed the slightest movement, he would be able to break his opponent's neck in less than a second.

"Got you!"

"Ah!"

Luke fiercely lifted the covers and threw himself on top of them, pressing his right hand against the intruder's neck.

'A woman?!'

Luke, who was on top of the other person, had a shocked look in his eyes.

A woman in silk nightgown was lying in his bed. She has wavy black hair, long legs slightly folded, and beautiful eyes full of tears, like a poor lost lamb.

"Who are you?"

Luke paused for a long while before he asked this.

This woman, who was overflowing with maturity and beautiful curves, didn't look like a Hydra assassin.

Her muscles didn't show signs of training, they were firm but lacked strength.

And with a glance at the silk nightgown, there was no place to hide the weapons.

"My name is... Malèna. "

The woman's voice was as weak as her appearance.

Hearing the woman's answer, Luke paused. The name sounded familiar.

Then, he quickly realized that this was most likely the work of the Mafia leader Alessandro!

To make up for his nephew's offense?

Se he sent a woman to him?

'Do I look thirsty?'

Luke silently noted down Alessandro's name.

"Do you know who I am?"

The trivial thoughts just lasted a nano-second.

Luke looked at Malèna beneath him, and a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

He had to say. This woman fully embodied the word 'beautiful.'

Just like Goddess Venus of Rome, she exuded a charm, which could make any man swoon.

She was like a ripe fruit on the branches. Even if Luke didn't taste it personally, he could imagine it from the fragrant aroma that filled his mind.

"Mr. Corleone ... Don Alessandro said you're a powerful businessman."

Malèna looked away as if she didn't want to look into Luke's eyes.

Her tone was mournful. Alessandro must have forced her to Luke's room.

"I didn't know Cossa would... do such a thing."

Luke was embarrassed to look at Malèna that had tears on her face.

His personality was also affected due to the Superman Card, so how could he possibly do something like taking a woman by force!

It's all Alessandro's fault!

"So, Mr. Corleone, can you... get up first? It's a little painful for me."

The mature beauty beneath Luke's body had a hint of aggression and shame in her voice.

"Ah? Oh, oh!"

When he heard Malèna's weak voice requesting him, Luke realized that he was still on top of the person.

He simply got up and sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Did Cossa send you here?"

"Hmm. Alessandro said that as long as I can satisfy... you, the Mafia, can help me get rid of the harassment from the officers and supply me with enough food every day. "

Malèna lowered her head and turned to her side, hiding in the shadows.

Unfortunately, she couldn't conceal the beautiful view.

The moonlight outside the window spilled into the room, sketching out the graceful curve of this beautiful mature girl. It was pure but seductive.

That thin silk nightgown draped on the outside, revealing her shoulders, in addition to adding a different kind of hidden sensual effect, there was no other role.

Those beautiful eyes full of tears are full of clear and lovely sorrow. It would always attract the male's desire to protect.

"The officers?"

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Through conversation, Luke learned that Malèna was a schoolteacher whose husband was drafted into the army on their wedding night to join the brutal war.

Her beauty brought her many coveting eyes and unnecessary trouble.

Just like an unattended orchard, full and attractive fruit, anyone would think of picking it with their own hands.

The difference was that some people could only bury their desires in their hearts, while others have the means to implement them.

Angelo, the constable of the small town of Taormina, was such a man. He had the intent, and the courage, to put them into practice.

If it weren't for his sturdy 'ball and chain' at home, with a voice so loud it sounded like a broken gong -- the shrewish wife, who made a scene now and then.

Angelo, the constable, may have picked this beautiful and delicate flower, Malèna, by coercion.

It was a turbulent time when the war between the Axis and the Allies had reached Sicily.

During the war, Italy's monetary system collapsed, and prices soared.

Also, Mussolini's control measures restricted the trading of food and gold jewelry.

As a result, Italians were left to scavenge for food while cursing the damned dictator.

Malèna had her job. Apart from dealing with boring men's foul language in small towns and the harassment of the constable, she could still live and continue to stick to her boundaries.

With the war hitting Sicily, the calmness of the past was broken.

Everything had changed!

Men in the small town seemed to become fierce all suddenly.

They are like hungry wolves, waiting for someone to break into the orchard first and pick this ripe fruit.

After that, Malèna, who had lost her perseverance and chastity, would sooner or later become a plaything in this small town.

"Your father is ill?"

Luke's face did not change, and he continued to ask.

"Yes. Drugs and food are controlled, and the constable said he could get them for me, as long as … I would stay with him for one night. "

Malèna seemed somewhat reluctant to speak. Her eyes looked sad, "I'm ready to give in. It's too hard for a woman to live alone. Besides, I can't let my father be taken away by illness. "

"But Don Alessandro came to the door, and he said if I could ... satisfy you, he will guarantee my future life."

Malèna's tone sounded helpless, and whether it's the town constable or the Sicilian Mafia, there's nothing she can do against them.

"I got it, Malèna. You should rest here tonight. What comes next, I will ask Cossa myself. "

Luke said faintly.

He looked away and got up to leave the room.

There is no doubt that Malèna was a stunner who can arouse men's lust, but Luke wasn't interested in letting his lower body control his upper body and engage in lewd acts.

One of the reasons why humans are at the top of the food chain compared to other animals in nature is because they probably know how to analyze and reflect. Desires do not easily dominate their brains.

While an animal's nature is aggressive out of necessity, human nature is the foundation for establishing order.

"Mr. Corleone ..."

Seeing Malèna call out to him, Luke waved his hand and said, "There's some misunderstanding in the middle, and it's hard for me to explain it to you. I'm sorry for your fright and unnecessary trouble. "

Looking at this beautiful girl's indelible fear, Luke didn't say much. He just walked out of the room.

Tonight, he had to rest in the second bedroom.

'At least, it's better than sleeping on the sofa.'

Luke thought so

The following day, Luke went downstairs to order breakfast and spoke to the mafia people guarding the hotel.

Within 20 minutes, Alessandro arrived in a hurry.

He walked into Luke's room, stood respectfully, and didn't even stretch out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Why, Cossa, you sent a woman to my bed last night and used such underhanded means?"

Luke sat at the table, leisurely enjoying the local breakfast and pizza frittata.

After picking up the coffee with his right hand and taking a sip, he added, "Did I come to Sicily to find a woman? Cossa, I know what you mean, but I want to tell you that I value a person's ability more than flattery. "

Alessandro nodded. He thought that a hot-blooded young man like Luke would never be indifferent to a beautiful woman like Malèna.

Besides, in the impression of this Mafia leader, the most effective way to please a bigshot was to send money and women.

But when it came to Mr. Corleone, it didn't work!

Luke seemed to guess Alessandro's thoughts but chose to not say anything.

...

"Twenty gunmen are ready, and they are all good guys! They have long been dissatisfied with Mussolini, that cold-blooded butcher, and cruel executioner!"

Since Luke mentioned ability, Alessandro was eager to show his.

"As for the pass, I've settled it and paid a lot of money to bribe the top brass of the navy patrol! You can get it the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Facts had proven that Alessandro wouldn't only please his superiors, he also had a remarkable ability to handle affairs.

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Luke nodded with satisfaction. He couldn't stay in Sicily for too long.

Otherwise, his fake identity of being Vito Corleone, a Berlin envoy, would be exposed.

Taking advantage of the time difference in information exchange between Germany and Italy.

As expected, it was the best way to enter Rome and approach Mussolini.

If something unexpected happens, Luke could act alone and sneak into Venice Palace. One must know, the true meaning of being an assassin is to kill all enemies without anyone knowing.

Judging from this, Luke felt that he would be an excellent assassin.

"However, Mr. Corleone. I'd like to say a few things in defense of the previous incident."

After talking about business, Alessandro's eyes twinkled as he said, "I sent you a woman, not because I thought you were a man obsessed with beauty. "

"Maybe you didn't know, Malèna is a famous beauty in Sicily. Her husband Nino was taken away by the conscription officer on her wedding night. The other day, there was news of his death. Recently, Malèna's father broke a leg and became seriously ill. It can be said that her situation is very bad. "

"I thought a promising young man like you, Mr. Corleone, would naturally have a warm heart. Malèna, she's desperate now. It's better for her if you take a fancy to her. That's why I took the liberty of sending her to your room. "

Luke's face was shocked. He didn't expect the Mafia leader to be so brazen.

He suddenly felt that he was wrong. Why would a bootlicker have nothing? Clearly, he had everything.

Although Alessandro looked like a flattering jester, as the object of his flattery, Luke couldn't feel any ill feelings.

This showed, even bootlickers had a hierarchy and depended on status.

As for Alessandro -- Luke could say he was already at the top!

'This guy is on another level. '

Luke told himself.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, finished eating, and went to the living room.

...

Alessandro took over the role of a gofer, bowing behind him.

Who would have thought that this seemingly honest and loyal bearded Mafia leader would do this?

"Mr. Corleone, to tell you the truth, in Sicily, there are a lot of men who covet Malèna. She is alone and a widow. even the constable is staring at this piece of juicy steak ... If she can follow you, at least, it's much better than being reduced to a public plaything. "

Alessandro leaned against the sofa and looked carefully at Luke.

"Then leave her behind. Besides ... Don't think about sending me money and women, just do your own thing. "

Luke thought for a moment and answered in a soft voice.

As a superior, he can't disappoint Alessandro's painstaking efforts.

After all, as the Mafia leader, bothering to do this kind of 'pimping', he would be despised by his own underlings.

"By the way, the constable ... let's get rid of him first!"

The topic didn't stay on Malèna, the charming and beautiful widow who was too pitiful.

Luke didn't want to buy or trade her, treating her like property.

A lonely woman with a stunningly beautiful and young face born in these turbulent times will definitely face many bad things.

It had become the root of Malèna's miserable life!

Women in the small town rejected Malèna and thought that she was only seducing men;

Men coveted Malèna's charming body and looked forward to being seduced by her one day.

"Find someone to kill him! It's best to make it look like an accident, and don't make too much of a scene!"

Luke faintly said as his expression turned cold.

This is also a declaration of allegiance.

If Alessandro did this, and he was tied to his chariot.

If he wanted to rebel or betray, he should carefully consider the consequences.

Mussolini's government wouldn't accept a Mafia leader who assassinated the local constable.

When the Mafia was purged, a family shot the Governor of Palermo in defiance of the law and caused Sicily's big sensation.

As a result, Mussolini was furious. He arrested and executed more than 1,000 gangsters on the spot.

As long as Alessandro did this, he had no choice but to take refuge in the Allies.

"I see! I will do it myself and make sure it is done beautifully!"

Alessandro nodded decisively.

He considered himself well versed in assassinations.

Which Mafia boss didn't climb up slowly from this type of work?!

For Alessandro, the troubles that killing one person can solve were nothing!

"Then, I'll excuse myself, Mr. Corleone. If you have anything, you can summon me again. "

Before Alessandro left, he took off his hat, slightly bowed, and showed a look that all men knew.

Malèna has always been known as 'the flower of Sicily' and is the bed companion that countless men dreamt of.

When such a beautiful and charming woman is on the bed, even if he were indifferent now, sooner or later, he wouldn't be able to resist.

Unless --

Mr. Corleone was not interested in women?

But in Alessandro's eyes, there was no man in this world that wasn't lustful!

At best, there was only the difference between a good man or a bad man.

'Ah well ...'

'What if Mr. Corleone was interested in men?'

Alessandro began to think, does he need to look for any good-looking men nearby?

Unfortunately, he didn't know whether Mr. Corleone liked strong or skinny ones.

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If Luke knew Alessandro's bizarre thinking, he would put a hole in this guy's head with his fist!

By the door of the main bedroom, draped in a silk nightgown, Malèna's eyes looked complicated, as if she was finally relieved.

She sat blankly on the bed, somewhat bewildered and overwhelmed.

Malèna had already prepared for the worst when she was sent to Luke's room.

Played, violated, and then gradually slipped into the abyss of hell.

This was all she could think of.

But things didn't go in the worst possible direction.

The man, Mr. Corleone, displayed a gentlemanly demeanor rarely seen in the small-town folk.

Neither his movement nor words were frivolous.

Thinking of this, Malèna spoke from her heart, "Mr. Corleone is a decent man."

She was used to the disgusting stares of the men in town, who looked like they wanted to strip her clothes off with their eyes. She couldn't help but be sincerely grateful for Luke's restraint.

Malèna, who had lost confidence in men, shrank back into the quilt and wrapped herself.

She could now finally sleep in peace.

"Malèna…"

In her hazy sleep, Malèna heard someone calling her name.

In a trance, she seemed to think of her sick father and her dead husband…

Pearls of tears came out and soaked the pillow she was holding as she relaxed, and the pressure which had been weighing her for many days turned into sorrow and heartache for her fate

Suddenly ...

Malèna, who noticed the change in atmosphere around her, suddenly opened her eyes as if awakened.

Then --

She saw Mr. Corleone sitting by the bed with food on a tray.

She didn't notice when she rolled over in her sleep, she wrapped her arms around his waist and her face positioned near his thigh.

After such intimate behavior, Malèna suddenly bounced away as if she had been electrocuted, bringing her back to reality!

"Um ... I saw that you were asleep quite some time, so I thought you might feel hungry when you get up, so I got some food for us."

Luke's expression remained calm, and he didn't look away.

He said, "You're the one who hugged first." - 'I am indeed a decent man'.

...

The next day, early morning.

The sky was a subtle grey, as the golden sun slowly leaped out of the horizon to wake up the sleeping Sicily.

Luke opened his eyes and got up from the big bed in the second bedroom.

He opened the flowy curtains and took a deep breath in the morning sun.

He was as if a plant was photosynthesizing, feeling warm light seeping into his cells bit by bit and slowly transforming his body.

"It's another day full of energy."

Luke stretched himself, walking into the bathroom.

When he finished washing up, a hearty breakfast was already on the table.

'I wonder if Cossa's mission has been completed?'

Luke rolled the seafood pasta with a fork and thought so as he ate.

On this beautiful island, which is almost isolated from the rest of the world, the administrative officials are divided into a governor, a regional mayor, and a constable at the lowest level.

After eliminating Taormina's constable, taking advantage of the blank period of selecting a successor, the Mafia could do things conveniently.

'I wonder what Rogers is doing right now? Is he still performing on stage?'

After a while, Luke heard a noise in the main bedroom.

Malèna, who seldom slept well, carefully opened the door.

She saw Luke sitting at the table, enjoying his food swiftly and efficiently.

She was like a frightened deer, so scared that the head that she poked out hastily retracted.

"You're awake? I've got a change of clothes for you, come and eat something."

Luke smiled and whispered, "Malèna, you and I stay under the same roof. We would always have to see each other. What's the use of avoiding me?"

Malèna came out silently in her silk nightgown after hearing that.

She bent down, picked up the brand-new clothes on the sofa, and then returned to the room.

Ten minutes later, the main bedroom's door opened; Malèna, dressed in a modest dress, sat down at the dining room table.

"The pasta is cold. Just have the sandwiches and juice."

Luke looked up and looked at her. 'It fits her.'

He was probably the first person ever to use supervision to guess a woman's three measurements.

"I told Cossa that I would let you go back in a few days - don't get me wrong, Malèna. I came to Sicily to do something. I won't stay long. I will leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. For the sake of confidentiality, I'll let you stay here for a couple of days."

Luke's polite attitude made Malèna relax a little.

As Alessandro said, she has no job, no income source, and with the wartime food restrictions, she had become the sweet cake that all men in Sicily wanted to eat.

If she didn't meet Luke, Malèna would one day let go of her inner perseverance, and with her heart full of despair and numbness, she would have fallen.

"Thank you, Mr. Corleone!"

Thinking to this point, Malèna couldn't help but be grateful to the young man sitting opposite her.

She nibbled at the sandwich and watched Luke reading the newspaper.

Clean short black hair, deep facial contour, slightly sharp eyes...

In Sicily, she believed he could charm many beautiful, passionate, and unrestrained girls!

"Malèna, I have to go out. If you need anything, you can contact the inn staff, and they will get it for you."

Luke put the newspaper down and looked at the time.

He thought he should go and see Alessandro and the twenty gunmen he recruited.

"O... Okay. Mr. Corleone."

Malèna leaned against the door, staring at Luke's leaving back and somehow feeling at ease.

Initially, she was ready to become a plaything, but there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her tragic life.

Malèna returned to the table with a complicated mood. She inadvertently saw the opened newspaper, especially a bold headline that reads...

[Shocking! The constable's car fell off a cliff! Read what happened!]

"The constable is dead?"

Malèna was in a daze and didn't know what to say.

The heaviest piece of stone in her heart disappeared. Just like that?

Suddenly...

'It's Mr. Corleone!'

Malèna thought of Don Alessandro, a bully in Sicily and whom no one dared to mess with, but he bowed to the young man and was careful to show his goodwill.

"Is it really him?"

Malèna, who experienced emotional ups and downs, looked at the clear blue sky and white clouds outside the window. Her heart was like a turbulent sea, and she could no longer calm down.

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Luke, who has left the inn, didn't know that Malèna, who stayed in the room, had lost herself in his thoughts.

He took Howling Commandos with him, left the town first, and walked around the coastline several times.

After mapping out the guard positions and defensive forces of the barracks stationed around the area, he returned to the Bronze Bell Tavern.

In the backyard, there were dozens of strong young men standing around.

"These are the best fighters in the family! They all have good and accurate marksmanship and are willing to die for the family!"

Alessandro didn't take the initiative to mention the constable's 'accident', which was simply a trivial matter.

The Mafia had always been good at those kinds of things.

The constable, who looked like a fat pig, went to his mistress's house once a week.

Alessandro just told his people to secretly do something to his car so that it could be disguised as brake failure. The car skidded, and 'unfortunately' fell off the cliff with the person still inside.

Anyway, there were no surveillance cameras these days. It is impossible to find clues and find the murderer.

"They are Camorra family's 'army, or your 'army'?"

He asked faintly.

"Of course, it's mine! But now it's yours, Mr. Corleone!"

Don Alessandro seemed to have thought of the answer a long time ago. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "This is Mr. Vito Corleone. His father is Sicilian. Because of the cruel persecution from Mussolini, the dictator and executioner, he had to leave his homeland and wander around!"

"Now, Mr. Corleone has a successful career. He has returned to his homeland with bread and wine, guns and bullets!"

"Starting from today! We are no longer members of the Camorra family! There is only one person to whom I owe allegiance, and that is Mr. Corleone!"

Luke quietly watched Alessandro's performance, seeing him say he was Sicilian without even blinking, trying to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and uprooted from his homeland.

He could only say that the future generation owes this man an Oscar!

'Sure enough, acting and lying are skills that any superior must be proficient in. '

Luke sighed with emotion.

Although Alessandro was in front of him, flattering him like a jester and as humble as a bootlicker.

But, it was because Luke represented the Allies behind him, in addition to the three defeats, - he had made this Mafia leader bow his head.

Because of this, Luke didn't really feel contempt for Alessandro. Even the most docile wolf would eat people when it's hungry.

Once you let your guard down, you might get bitten at some point.

"You are not standing here today to serve me. The name Vito Corleone is just a stranger to you..."

Luke's eyes swept over the people standing in the backyard, some of whom Alessandro had recruited as gunmen, others as Mafia hitmen.

These young people, who he had never met, might not have any loyalty to him.

But they were subservient to the family leader, power, and status.

It is a centuries-old tradition of the Mafia to be loyal to the family and never betray.

Although it's said that the American Mafia, which has its roots in North America, is on the verge of forgetting these outdated traditional rules, this is still very useful in Sicily.

When Mussolini launched his Mafia purge, he arrested thousands of suspects and tortured them.

Whipping, pulling off fingernails, or even electrocution, - all kinds of brutal torture. Even so, few people dared to betray their families.

Even so, in defiance of fascism and Mussolini.

According to different factions and families, the Mafia has set up assassination teams, with leading members acting as assassins.

These men called themselves the 'Honor Association' and targeted senior Nazi officials and officers for assassination.

The Mafia was chosen as an informant by the Strategic Science Reserve precisely because of their violent elements, and they weren't afraid of Mussolini's government and could be easily bought.

Luke looked around. Surprisingly, he was younger than many of the people in the backyard.

However, the intense atmosphere brought by the Superman card formed a pronounced sense of oppression, like a mountain peak pressing down on the hearts of the people.

The crowd was silent, and no one made any noise.

"Your loyalty towards me is for the honor of the Mafia family, the betterment of your family, and future!"

"Before Mussolini came to power, the police had to grovel to you, and even the constable had to be respectful, but now? They could randomly drag any one of you into prison as a suspect and then hang you at the square to be shot..."

"This dictatorship is trampling on the dignity of every Mafia member and insulting the honor of each one of you! It's time to rise and fight like a real man. Even if you bleed to death, at least you can get the glory and dignity!"

Luke's voice was calm, passionate, and full of emotion like a speech, not different from what he usually talks.

But when it reached the ears of the crowd, it seemed like every word was full of power.

They can't help but feel their blood boiling!

Even Alessandro, who was standing by, felt the same!

The fierce face, full of beard, was full of excitement as if it had recovered its lost youth.

'Constantine's 'Expert in Deception' is easy to use. I need to exchange a few more in the future, in case of an emergency.'

Luke had exchanged Constantine's skill card in the shop with the reputation he had saved these couple of days.

The demon exorcist, who spent many years professionally backstabbing his team members and was nicknamed 'The World's Greatest Con Man', had the devil on his left shoulder and an angle on his right one.

From the Justice League, to the supervillains, many people have been conned by him.

'Be careful when Constantine becomes your team member; it often means the death flag is flying over your head!'

However, even though he was a con man that could con people, and his skills were first class, in the future, he would simply go and be a top lecturer in a particular school for gifted children!

When it comes to stirring up emotions and conning people to death, he was probably only a little worse than the Führer of the Axis Powers!

"Today, I am not asking you to fight for me, the family and honor; But also, for yourself!"

"To overturn the Apennine Peninsula! Let the Mafia and the name of the Corleone family resound through Sicily again! Prove that you are not cowards but brave fighters!"

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Once Luke was finished talking, a chorus of voices erupted from the backyard.

This scene was like a lecture on 'success', for the future generations. When successful entrepreneurs and well-known rich people carefully boiled their speech after their so-called 'pep-talk', the audience sitting below would be so excited that they couldn't wait to start a business.

In the backyard, the same was true of the influential and hot-blooded Mafia members.

Everyone was excited as if they would rush into the barracks at the next moment and hang those damn Nazis in the square!

"We are willing to follow and obey all orders, Don Corleone,!"

A slightly smarter young man stepped out of the crowd and took the lead in shouting.

Then, sounds of response came one after another.

These 'fresh blood' recruits from Alessandro, offered their loyalty one after another.

At this moment, Luke had become the godfather of Sicily's mob.

On the character panel, the reputation value kept soaring upwards!

'This skill card is not a bad exchange!'

Luke is secretly satisfied.

The reputation value he had managed to save was all thrown into Constantine's skill card.

Now, he didn't only get his capital back, and he also had a slight surplus.

'Too bad there's only a 24-hour time limit on its use - damn it, System! You're even taking advantage of a Kryptonian!'

Luke couldn't help but sigh.

After making the pre-battle preparations, he was ready to leave for Rome.

The plan was to divide the troops in two ways: He and Dum Dum Dugan will pose as Berlin's secret envoys; While the rest of them lurk in through Alessandro's channels.

After the two sides meet, they will go straight to Venice Palace!

However, before this, they still had a task.

Raid a nearby naval camp to create opportunities for Allied troops to land onshore.

"Give them the food and guns, as for the bullets will be given at the end. Keep an eye on it, and don't cause any trouble!"

After delivering a provocative speech, Luke left the rest to Alessandro.

"Also, you contacted Mafia members of other families before. Did they answer?"

"I got Don Carlo out of his cell, as you said. He is willing to take refuge in the Allies! Several other families have also agreed that they can be counted on for the raid on the naval camp!"

Alessandro said as he bowed his head.

He hadn't been idle these days. Besides sending Luke women, he also contacted several prominent families in the Mafia.

Hearing that Alessandro hooked up with the Allied forces and he also became close to the Strategic Science Reserve, those bosses showed loyalty and wanted to help. They mixed up their identities as anti-dictatorship and freedom fighters, to avoid bad luck after the war.

"That's good. "

Luke nodded his head. As a 'smuggler', all the goods he shipped were guns and bullets. Bread, cigarettes, and red wine were used as a cover-up.

At first, Luke didn't tell Alessandro about their plan to raid the naval camp and only told him at the eleventh hour.

Because, at this time, the Mafia leader had no way to jump ship and could only obediently obey.

After repeatedly explaining him some details, Luke returned to the inn where the Howling Commandos members waited with bated breath for the Captain's orders.

"Alessandro is in contact with the chief officer of the camp. He is a senior official of the military supplies department. His mistress happened to be having an affair with a Mafia hitman, and then his wife had a relationship with a painter ... anyway, it was a very confusing situation."

Luke talked about the navy camp officer being cuckolded, and he couldn't help but give a moment of silence for him.

There is no such thing as a quiet period, but someone will carry the burden for you.

"In short, through this relationship, Alessandro had contacts with him, and the two sides have already talked. When the time comes, I will pretend to be a smuggler and sell some tobacco and wine at a low price in the name of doing business. Cossa will also find a group of stripper girls to go over and comfort the navy soldiers ..."

Luke carefully arranged everything. It would have been idiotic to mess with the German armored divisions stationed in Sicily.

But he can raid the Italian naval camp with the strength of the Howling Commandos. It would be no problem.

After all, who didn't know that the Italian army is corrupt from top to bottom, also can be said that they were rotten to the core.

Senior officers openly colluded with smugglers and let strippers into the barracks?

This kind of thing would have been the reasons for court-martial in the Allies!

What's more, Luke had a secret weapon.

Scarecrow's fear gas!

"First of all, destroy their radio stations and prevent all information from leaking, and then ..."

Luke uttered instructions, and the Howling Commandos nodded.

They had already seen the outstanding ability of the young Captain. This time, even if Mussolini isn't captured alive, as long as the return trip was smooth, it would be more than enough.

However, crossing the long front, sneaking into Italy, and capturing the naval camp in Sicily!?

This honor alone was enough to make the Howling Commandos war heroes and be significantly commended by the Allies!

"Take a break. At 8:10, get ready to move!"

Luke waved off the team and turned around to see Malèna coming out of the bedroom.

She was wearing a long black velvet dress with knitted patterns on her neckline and cuffs, elegant and gorgeous.

The fabric fits gently on her body, outlining the luscious curves.

"Mr. Corleone... come back safely. "

The mature and beautiful woman seemed to understand. Her lips squirmed a few times and whispered.

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Dark clouds loomed, obscuring the dim stars and the moon.

At 8:20 P.M, Luke swaggered into the naval camp with the Howling Commandos in disguise and greeted the soldiers eagerly.

Boxes of tobacco, wine, and food were sent to the officer's barracks as if they didn't need the money.

There were also enchanting and coquettish stripper girls, wearing exposed clothing, posing on the stage for performance, attracting hooting from men below.

"Captain David, here's a small token of my appreciation."

In the munitions department's meeting room, Luke, wearing a black hat, coat, and suit, sat across the desk.

He pulled out a palm-sized long gift box with a smile on his face with a glittering pearl necklace inside, one could tell it was expensive, based on its color and size.

"I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts, so I'm giving a necklace to the Captain' missus."

Captain David, who had a beer belly, nodded in satisfaction and put away the gift box without a word.

In these times of war, the monetary system had already collapsed. Banknotes are no different from waste paper. Only gold and jewelry were hard currency.

"By the way, for the other ... ahem, Captain David can give it to a friend. "

Luke turned to another gift box, and inside was an even more valuable green agate necklace.

Captain David's eyes lit up. 'This smuggler has done his homework, even knowing that I have a mistress.'

He didn't notice Luke's pitying eyes at all. The captain didn't know the color of the hat he himself was wearing, just like the green agate necklace. He was genuinely clueless.

(TNote: green hat = cuckold)

"To tell the truth, Mr. Corleone, I've heard Lieutenant Cirio talk about you. Since you are his friend, you are also my friend. If you want to engage in smuggling, the navy will give you a warm welcome to ensure your ships are unimpeded!"

Captain David is also a sincere man, and after receiving the benefits from others, he patted his chest and promised, "In the future, I can have Lieutenant Cirio send a battleship to escort any of your smuggling ships!"

"Then, thank you, Captain David, this is just a small gift. The surprise is yet to come. "

Luke's eyes flickered for a moment as he said meaningfully.

"However, we also have conditions ... As long as Mr. Corleone is willing to let the navy take half of every cargo, we will certainly work well together. "

Captain David's eyes were full of greed. He finally made real offer.

The navy can't carry out smuggling openly and earn huge profits, so they wanted to use Mr. Corleone as an ATM.

Half of the profit from each private shipment could let these senior naval officers eat their fill.

Right now, the domestic situation is agitated, and the war is increasingly fierce. The only way to make money was to seize any opportunity!

This is what Captain David thought.

"You know we take a huge risk by covering up smuggling and possibly going to military court ..."

Looking at Captain David's insatiable appearance, Luke still had a smile on his face and didn't seem to be angry at all.

He suddenly stood up, raised his hand, looked at the time, and whispered, "It's time. "

"Mr. Corleone, what are you talking about?"

Captain David was bewildered. He didn't know why the smuggler stood up for no reason.

Moreover, the overlooking eyes of the other party made him very uncomfortable!

It was as if his existence suddenly became small!

"Sit down! Mr. Corleone!"

Captain David said in an aggravated and irritated tone.

"Haven't you noticed yet, Captain? You are no longer qualified to give orders. "

Luke laughed as he heard the commotion coming from outside.

With the fear gas produced by Gotham's Scarecrow, taking care of these Italian soldiers couldn't be easier.

The Howling Commandos only needed to wear gas masks before releasing the gas.

Before long, the whole camp will be paralyzed.

The navy soldiers, gripped by fear, were like lambs to the slaughter, completely defenseless.

"What's going on? What's going on? What do you want! I'm warning you, don't come over here!"

Captain David finally realized that something was wrong. The frightened screams outside were now coming into the room.

He quickly pulled out the pistol attached to his belt, but before he pulled the trigger, his arm was twisted and broke.

The white bone splinter pierced the skin and spurted out a lot of blood.

A sharp pain struck, and Captain David fell to his knees, unable to help but cry loudly, trying to alert the guards outside the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength. "

Luke apologized without sincerity.

Looking at Captain David, who kept moving his bloated body backward, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

Thanks to the experience he learned from 'painting houses' with Uncle Frank, Luke had no psychological burden from blood nor death.

"Don't waste your energy. The soldiers in the camp either went to see the strippers or are crying in terror … The guards on duty were also taken care of by us. "

He faintly said.

The entire camp, including the lower marine police quarters, the construction department, the munitions department, the health department, the port authority, and the warehouse, had long since collapsed under Howling Commandos' sudden attack on Mafia members.

Even patrol boats, minesweepers, and logistics support boats were eliminated by a gang of brazen invading Mafia in the name of Captain David's 'rewards for the soldiers.'

It isn't only Scarecrow's fear gas, but drinks laced with something special. Drinking it will incapacitate anyone, even elephants.

This incident showed that the Italian army, without any vigilance, was lax enough to be handled by a gang of Mafia.

"Let me go! Please, Mr. Corleone, Sir!"

Captain David begged and even changed his address.

"Of course, I will let you go. Killing prisoners is inhuman behavior."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. He just let go of his strength and made the unfortunate Captain scrunch his expression.

"Don't be so afraid, Captain David. I'm not the devil."

Captain David's eyes were full of fear.

Luke is no different from the devil in his heart.

How can an ordinary person break his arm as if he was breaking chopsticks?

Moreover, he also felt that the other party didn't use any effort at all!

"Stay here and don't try to do stupid things. You can't inform the garrison troops in other camps because we have already destroyed the radio station and also cut the phone lines."

Luke took a deep look at Captain David, then walked over and took the pearl necklace back.

As for the other green agate necklace?

It was a fake prepared by Alessandro.

Luke pushed open the door of the meeting room, and heard faint cries of horror outside.

The fear gas instantly transformed the Italian naval soldiers into fragile infants. They were dragged into darkness by fear gas, and the most frightening visions appeared in their minds, destroying their will.

The screams of fear echoed under the night sky.

However, the slight noise that came out swallowed instantly by the sound of waves lapping against the rocks.

A group of mafias swarmed in, using axes or pistols, killing all the patrolling guards in sight without mercy. Simple and decisive!

It was a silent raid. Luke stood on high, looking down at the bloody flowers blooming in the night, and sketched a satisfied smile around his mouth.

By tomorrow, half of Sicily will fall into his hands.

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When the sun rose the next day, Sicily maintained the rhythm of its everyday life.

The slight change were the rumors that Malèna climbed onto the bed of a prominent merchant, the constable's accident, and the strippers in the naval camp. This new gossip provided the town residents with many things to talk about at the dinner table.

As long as the Allied forces didn't launch a large-scale bombing attack, as long as the air defense alarm didn't sound, Taormina was calm.

The light of dawn shone over the town along the horizon.

Luke jumped off a jeep and went back to the Walchiria Hotel.

He stayed up all night, but he was still in high spirits.

"Let Alessandro's men watch carefully and don't make any trouble!"

Before entering the door, Luke instructed.

The accompanying Dum Dum Dugan nodded to show his understanding.

At this juncture, no one should make any mistakes.

After a night of raiding and cleaning up, the naval camp was entirely under the Howling Commandos' control.

From Colonel Bonino to the junior recruits, all were taken as prisoners from the top commander.

According to Alessandro's report, after a headcount against the list, there were over 500 officers of all ranks, together with the new recruits and sailors.

Some of them inhaled too much fear gas, causing mental disorders and complete incapacitation.

Others wanted to resist but were neutralized by the Mafia, who stormed into the camp from behind.

In a word, only about 420 people survived and became prisoners.

The Mafia imprisoned all of them in the barracks and warehouses in batches and under their care.

Manelli sent a message through the only transmitter preserved in the camp, saying that naval vessels need maintenance and will not participate in patrol and defense affairs for a couple of days.

No one would find out that this naval camp had fallen into the Allies' hands during this time.

Like the shadow under the lights.

No one thought that there was a daring secret team that sneaked into the heart of the Axis, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

As for the prisoners in the naval camp, will there be any trouble?

Luke didn't worry about it. As long as the Mafia steadily provided Italian navy soldiers with food, they would be as obedient as domesticated animals.

Throughout World War II, Italian troops' strength was there, but they were unwilling to fight, and their will was extremely low. They wanted to run away when they saw other countries' troops, even if they had the advantage in numbers.

The most interesting one was when the Italian army met the British army. The former wanted to follow the usual practice and just surrender.

As a result, the latter seemed to be tired of this kind of 'fighting without fighting,' not only refusing Italy's surrender but also putting two liaison officers to death.

This angered the Italian officers, who called on their soldiers to fight back and beat the confident British army to the ground.

It can be said that this battle was Italy's most courageous one.

'If I were the Führer, I'm afraid I would feel desperate too. What kind of teammates were all these!'

Luke got rid of his superfluous thoughts and went back to his room.

"Good morning, Mr. Corleone. "

The beautiful Malèna was sitting at the dinner table. She seemed to have just taken a bath, she pulled her wavy black hair behind her head, and her beige lace silk pajamas couldn't cover up her proud figure.

Looking down, those long and straight legs stepped on the carpet, adding a seductive aura.

She was indeed the most beautiful woman in Sicily. An ordinary dress alone was enough to make many men crazy about her.

Luke calmly looked away and sat down at the table.

"This is for me? I am a little hungry. "

When he saw the seafood pasta on the table, he took it without any formalities.

Slurp! Slurp!

After a storm of slurps, Luke looked up at Malèna, who was staring blankly at him, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"I already took a bite. "

Malèna faintly said.

She isn't as wary of Luke as before.

Instead, she relaxed and stopped being too formal.

As for the reasons behind this change, Malèna herself couldn't tell.

"I'm really sorry, I've been busy all night. "

Luke said with little sincerity.

"By the way, you can call me Luke. No need to call me Corleone. I've asked Cossa to send your father to Palermo, where he can get into Sicily's best hospital for treatment and recuperation. "

"Thank you, Mr. Corle ... Luke!"

Malèna, who previously looked sad, had a smile of joy on her face.

She was holding a warm glass of milk in her hands, and her voice showed gratitude.

Thinking of the 'accident' that happened to the constable and then the proper arrangements for her father.

Malèna felt a sense of relief, and the days she spent at the Hotel was the most relaxing she had ever had.

Not having to worry about men's greedy minds and women's vicious curses.

"Don't be so polite. By the way, I will probably leave Sicily tomorrow. Cossa will take you home then. "

Luke said as if he was indifferent about it.

"Don't worry, Malèna. No one will bully you in this small town. I already told Cossa. "

The smile that appeared on Malèna's face froze for a moment.

"Yes ... I wish you a pleasant journey. "

The beautiful woman said with great reluctance.

Malèna didn't say much. She soon got up and went back to her room.

Luke's lips rose, looking at the graceful figure leaving in a hurry,

He is waiting for the night to come.

The afterglow of dusk gradually sank into the sea.

Malèna didn't come out of the bedroom until dinner time.

Luke simply packed his bags. He would no longer be Vito Corleone tomorrow but Captain Steiner from Berlin, who won the Iron Cross.

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The clock on the wall slid into the early hours of the morning, and Luke, who was still awake, heard a noise in the next room.

Then carefully pushed the open door and someone is standing at the entrance of the second bedroom.

The breathing became even more rapid, and the sound of a heartbeat was prominent.

Lying in bed, Luke could almost turn the information she received in his mind into dynamic pictures through super listening.

"Standing there for so long. Aren't you going to come in?"

Just as Malèna flinched and was ready to turn away, the door was opened.

Luke, clad in a robe, asked in a teasing tone.

"If you want to see me off, it seems a bit early."

In the dimly lit living room, only the bright moonlight came in from the window.

Luke took a step forward, almost sticking to Malèna.

The latter looked up, her charming body trembling, and a blush appeared on her beautiful face.

Like the burning clouds of Sicily in the sunset!

"I thought you weren't coming."

Luke made a move and hooked up Malèna's chin with his fingers.

"What would you have done if I hadn't come?"

Malèna tried to avoid Luke's aggressive gaze but failed.

"Then, I would have come over. Malèna, I'm not the decent Mr. Corleone you imagine. I have a strong possessive nature and like to take what I like for myself! I am more like a villain than the Mafia, and I covet your beauty more than the men in town!"

Luke's fingers traced over Malèna's red lips, and his other arm circled to the slender waist and brought it closer with force.

Mmm!

Malèna was surprisingly not offended by Luke's confession. She wanted to say something, but Luke blocked her plump red lips.

Outside the window, the darkness of the night was getting deeper and deeper.

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After a whole night of lovemaking, Luke woke up refreshed the following day.

When he got up, he couldn't help but get a strange idea.

How did Superman from the 'studio next door' complete the act of biological reproduction with his girlfriend, Lois Lane?

For the time being, if he didn't consider the combination between Kryptonian and Earthlings, would there be any problems?

Someone that could carry an Aircraft weighing hundreds of tons, the firm muscle density that even heavy weapons couldn't penetrate ...

Such a steel body, won't it break Lois Lane as if she were an inflatable doll?

Luke walked into the bathroom with this inexplicable question.

To be honest, it was supposed to be a strenuous exercise that made men exert all their efforts and consume their physical strength. For him, who had loaded the Superman card, it was a bit too tricky.

Especially controlling his strength was a great test of ability.

This is only the LV1 'civilians'. If he unlocked a higher-level card, Luke might consider becoming an abstinent superhero without touching the opposite sex.

"Being overly adequate was really not pleasurable. "

Luke muttered in a low voice.

He just felt like a relentless pile driver throughout the process.

"Will you come back?"

Lying on the bed,

Malèna's face remained somewhat charming.

She stared at Luke, who was changing into new clothes and preparing to leave. She asked faintly.

Malèna didn't know whether what she had done was right or wrong.

But there's no doubt that Luke's arrival freed her from her tragic fate and gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

It's like a ray of sunshine shining into a gloomy world full of haze!

"Don't worry, before long, and you will hear my name spread all over Sicily. I should almost be back by then."

Luke bowed his head and kissed Malèna's smooth forehead.

While it's good to be in a gentle home, it was also important to take the first step in his future career.

Captain America only defeated Hydra and Red Skull and created an opportunity for the Allies to win the war. He was hailed to the skies by the American military.

In the next 70 years, Steve Rogers became a well-known legend, and there were many fans like Colson.

After recovery from the glacier and thawing, he naturally occupied a leading position in both SHIELD and The Avengers due to his special status.

That was the role of 'reputation'.

Standing on the commanding heights of morality at all times. The federal government and superheroes would give him proper respect.

"Then be careful, I'll wait for you. "

Malèna nodded her head sweetly, like a lazy cat.

She didn't think it was a lie, and she didn't know about what great things this man would do to make his name spread all over Sicily.

She simply believed that Luke would come back.

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"At 3:40 tomorrow afternoon, Allied troops will land ashore!"

Luke looked serious, stared at Alessandro, and said, "Cossa, do this well, and you will truly become the most respected person of Sicily, maybe even Italy!"

"The Mayor, Prime Minister, even Mussolini! All these powerful people who once despised you will bow down to you and call you 'Sir.' "

"I will! Captain Cavill!"

The Mafia leader was so excited that his voice trembled.

This is the first time he called Luke by his name. After all, Vito Corleone was now a thing of the past.

Captain Steiner's identity, the Berlin envoy and recipient of the Iron Cross, also wasn't expected to last long.

Luke divided his troops in two, as initially planned.

He took Dum Dum Dugan, who was accompanying him, and boarded a ship for Rome.

Hitler once said that military uniforms must look good, so that young people would join the military without hesitation.

Luke had to say that there was some truth in his words.

He dressed in a tailored Captain's uniform, looked at himself in the mirror.

The lapel pins, epaulets, and wristbands are embellished with the black regalia, and he wore a large brimmed hat with a silver double-headed eagle emblem on his head.

There's a woolen center coat on the outside and a pair of calfskin gloves on his hands.

This time, Luke, with the profoundly contoured young face, looks like a handsome and sharp Nazi senior military officer.

"From now on, I am Captain Steiner, the envoy from Berlin. I was born into a military family in Germany and joined the SS. I am Heinrich Luitpold Himmler's confidant. The purpose of this trip to Rome is to deliver the orders from the Führer. "

Luke repeated his identity to Dum Dum Dugan.

"Got it."

The latter noted silently.

They are about to infiltrate into the enemy's territory and capture their leader alive.

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