Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 19 Sicily, A Beautiful Tale

The hotel where Luke and his party stayed is an important scenic spot in Sicily, the small town of Taormina.

The climate here is like spring all year round, and the scenery is beautiful.

One side is a cliff, the other side faces the sea.

The urban buildings are like stones, piled up on the stepped rolling peaks.

I have to say that Alessandro is really good at doing things.

Or, to use a more accurate description, he knows how to please the superior.

Luke came to the inn called "The Peashooter" and learned that Alessandro had already booked an entire room on the third floor to entertain himself and his entourage.

Moreover, the reason why they chose this small hotel with little reputation.

On the one hand, because there are few customers, it will not be too eye-catching;

On the other hand, the Pea Hotel is located at the highest point in the small town of Taormina.

If you live in a room on the third floor, you only need to open the window to overlook the whole town, feel the humid sea breeze, and hear the sound of waves that brings peace back to your heart.

Many people love that feeling - and Luke is no exception.

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

Calculating the time, Luke may have to stay in the small town of Taormina for about four to five days.

It is good to have a comfortable accommodation.

Luke and the team chose a room—according to the rules, it should have been one of Damm Duggan, or Dinu Manelli, sharing the room with the commander.

This can not only play a protective role, but also facilitate the handling of possible unexpected situations.

It's just that after seeing Luke's own formidable strength.

Members of the Roaring Commandos expressed that they are the ones who need to be protected.

Therefore, the two rooms next to Luke became the most sought-after items in the team.

In the end, Dumdan Dugan and Manelli, two veterans, received the benefits of being "protected by super soldiers".

"For the next few days, Dugan, and Manelli, you two, take turns watching Alessandro. Although he looks like a smart guy, we must prevent him from making some stupid mistakes!"

In Luke's room, members of the Howling Commandos gather to plan the next mission.

This team, dispatched by the Strategic Science Corps, has five people besides Luke as the commander.

Dumdan Duggan, who served as the assaulter, was the most prestigious leader in the team.

Dinu Manelli, who is always taciturn and not talkative, acts as a scout and a pretender to listen to the news.

The next few players are the sniper Jimmy, who is called "Varixi of the United States" and is a sharpshooter with a hundred shots.

Jeff, who was in charge of the assault, and Kenneth, who was the machine gunner and the old driver.

"Dugan and I will pretend to be the emissary sent by Berlin. The letters and necessary props for identity verification are all ready-the Allied Forces did capture a Berlin emissary two weeks ago, thanks to the Strategic Science Corps from Reliable information from the mouth of the Hydra killer!"

Luke spread out a map of the city of Rome, with clear military deployments on it.

"The others arrived in Rome with Alessandro's Gunners. On the day of the operation, Jimmy, you have to seize the commanding heights—this is the position! Jeff and Kenneth are responsible for leading the Gunners and creating chaos in Piazza Venezia!"

"The highest officer guarding Sicily is the Italian general Guzzonilao. He has eleven local divisions and two German armored divisions under his command. Drive into the Tunis Strait, use Banterella Island as a base, create the illusion of an imminent landing, and divert Guzzonilao's attention."

"Our mission is to break into the Palace of Venice! To coerce Mussolini as a hostage. It will take less than 24 hours. I believe the King of Italy will issue an announcement to depose the prime minister! Anyone with a vision can see that the general situation of the Axis powers is over. "

"Then, we only need to hand over the dictator to the Allies. As for Britain, the United States, the army, the navy...it doesn't matter! But my personal suggestion is to show favor to General Eisenhower."

As soon as Luke finished his long speech, the members of the Roaring Commando looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Their hearts felt like a big rock had been lifted, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the young commander, who had previously devalued the Italian army to nothing, broke into the enemy's hinterland with a single team and captured the leader alive.

It sounds like a legendary story written in a third-rate novel, with no truth at all.

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

They were all pulled aboard anyway, so what else could they do if they didn't continue to follow the captain's instructions?

However, seeing Luke's plan and the confidence he showed, the Howling Commando had no other ideas.

They felt they could trust this young commander!

"Go away."

Feeling the change in the atmosphere in the team, a smile appeared on the corner of Luke's mouth.

Perhaps it was not until this moment that he was truly recognized and given the command of this team.

Taking a break, Luke enjoyed a seafood dinner alone, standing on the balcony watching the sky darken.

The afterglow of the setting sun sank into the sea level, pedestrians frolicked on the silver beach, and rows of palm trees were blown by the night wind, swaying and dancing.

Farther away, a few spots of seagull skimming the water, and the churning surf and tide.

Luke's spirit relaxed, and a look of longing rose in his eyes.

In a few days, everyone, whether Axis or Allied, would have heard of his name and his almost legendary deeds.

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

Luke smiled.

Lead less than 30 people and conquer a country.

This is an astonishing feat that will go down in history.

Just like Pizarro used less than 200 people to conquer the Inca Empire with a population of about 600 million.

Flying thoughts converged, and taking advantage of the rare free time, Luke went out for a stroll alone.

He walked along the street and came to a spectacular theater, full of people and a fiery atmosphere.

Under the noisy and boiling night sky, if you stand still, you can vaguely hear the singing of "Oedipus" or "Antigone".

Of course, I also met many charming Italian girls during the period.

It's a pity that Luke didn't have the idea of ​​having an affair, and let down the fiery enthusiasm of those beautiful girls.

After walking aimlessly for 10 minutes, he returned to the hotel.

"Ok!"

Luke, who was about to open the door, stared at him with a cold light.

With his keen perception, he could clearly hear the breathing of another person in the room, which seemed to be there, and it was difficult to detect unless he listened carefully.

"Xhosa is really stupid enough to betray me and give up the olive branch offered by the Allies? Or is the plan discovered by Hydra?"

In Luke's head, many thoughts turned at once.

He gently pushed open the door, stepping on the soft carpet without making the slightest sound.

With the sea breeze blowing through the half-opened windows, Luke walked slowly towards the queen-size bed in the master bedroom.

He is confident that as long as the intruder shows a slight movement, he can break the neck of the intruder in less than a second.

"come out……"

"what!"

Luke threw off the quilt suddenly, jumped on it, and pressed his right hand on the "intruder"'s neck.

"A woman?"

Luke, who was pressing on the opponent, had a look of astonishment in his eyes.

A woman in silk pajamas was lying on the bed. She had wavy black hair, her slender legs curled up slightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of tears, like a poor lost lamb.

"who are you?"

It took Luke a long time to hold back the words.

This woman full of maturity, like a plump and charming peach, doesn't look like a Hydra killer.

The muscles have no traces of training, tight but lack of strength.

Moreover, under the silk pajamas, there is no place to hide weapons.

"My name is...Marlena."

The woman's voice is weak, just like her appearance.

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