Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 22 Self-Strategy, Family Name

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky turned white for a while, and the golden sun jumped out of the sea level, awakening the sleeping Sicily.

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

Opening the fluttering curtains, I took a deep breath facing the rising sun.

He is like a plant undergoing photosynthesis, feeling the warm light penetrate into the cells bit by bit, slowly transforming the body.

"Another day full of energy."

Luke flexed his muscles and stepped into the bathroom.

After washing up, a sumptuous breakfast is already on the table.

"I don't know Xhosa's mission, have you completed it?"

Luke thought as he rolled the seafood spaghetti with a fork.

On this beautiful island that is almost isolated from the world, the chief executive is divided into the governor, the district chief, and the lowest-level sheriff.

Get rid of the sheriff in Taormina town, and take advantage of the blank period to elect a successor, so that the mafia can do things more conveniently.

"I don't know what Rogers is doing right now? Is he still performing on stage?"

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

Marlena, who rarely slept peacefully, opened the door cautiously.

See Luke sitting at the table, enjoying his food quickly and efficiently.

She was like a frightened deer, she was so frightened that she poked her head back quickly.

"Are you awake? I've got someone to prepare a change of clothes for you. Come over and have something to eat."

Luke smiled and said softly: "Marlena, you stay under the same roof as me, and you always meet. What's the use of avoiding me."

After listening, Malena walked out silently in her silk pajamas.

He bent down to pick up the brand new clothes on the sofa, and went back to his room.

Ten minutes later, the door of the master bedroom was opened, and Marlena, who was dressed at home, sat down at the dining table with some restraint.

"Noodles are cold, only sandwiches and juice."

Luke looked up and took a look, and it really fit.

He is probably the first to apply super vision to guessing a woman's measurements.

"I told Xhosa that I will let you go back in a few days—don't get me wrong, Marlena. I came to Sicily to do some business, and I won't stay for long. I will leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. For the sake of confidentiality, Temporarily wronged you to stay here for two days."

Luke's polite attitude made Marina's tense heartstrings relax a little.

As Alessandro said, she has no job, no source of income, and food control during the war. She has become a sweet cake that Sicilian men covet, and everyone wants to come and taste it.

If she hadn't met Luke, Marlena would one day let go of her inner persistence and go downhill with despair and numbness in her heart.

"Thank you, Mr Corleone!"

Thinking of this, Malena couldn't help feeling a little grateful to the young man sitting opposite.

She took small bites of her sandwich and watched Luke, who was reading the newspaper.

Clean and neat short black hair, deep facial contours, slightly sharp eyes...

Putting it in Sicily, I believe it will captivate many passionate and beautiful girls!

"Marlena, I'm going out for a while. If you need anything, you can contact the hotel staff, and they will prepare it for you."

Luke put down the newspaper and looked up at the time.

I thought I should go and see Alessandro, too, and the twenty gunmen he had recruited.

"Yes, yes. Mr. Corleone."

Marlena leaned against the door, watching Luke's leaving back, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Originally, she had planned to become a plaything, but there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her gloomy life.

Marlena returned to the dining table with mixed feelings. She inadvertently saw the newspaper spread out. On the particularly bold and eye-catching headline, it read——

Shock!The sheriff's car fell off a cliff, and the truth behind it turned out to be this!

"The sheriff is dead?"

Marlena was in a daze, not knowing what to say.

The heaviest stone on her body just disappeared?

and many more……

It's Mister Corleone!

Marlena thought of His Excellency Alessandro, who was domineering in Sicily and no one dared to provoke him, and bowed his knees to that young man, showing his affection cautiously.

"Is it really him?"

Malena, 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.

……

……

Luke, who left the hotel, didn't know Marlena who was staying in the room at all, and started to self-strategize non-stop.

With the Roaring Commando, he first left the town and wandered around the coastline a few times.

After finding out the security posts and defense forces of the surrounding military camps, we returned to the Tongzhong Tavern.

In the backyard, dozens of young and strong boys stood.

"These are the best fighters in the family! They are all accurate marksmanship, and they are willing to sacrifice for the family!"

Alessandro did not take the initiative to mention the "accident" of the sheriff, which was a trivial matter.

The Mafia has always been good at this type of business.

The sheriff who looks like a fat pig goes to his mistress' house once a week.

Alessandro just called someone to secretly tamper with his car, so that he could pretend that the brakes failed, the car skidded, and unfortunately he and the car fell off the cliff.

Anyway, there are no surveillance cameras these days, so it is impossible to find clues and find the murderer.

"Are they the 'legion' of the Camorra family, or your 'legion'?"

Luke asked lightly.

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

Alessandro seemed to have thought of answering a long time ago, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "This is Mr. Vito Corleone. His parents are Sicilians. , I had to leave my hometown and wander around!"

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

"Starting today! We are no longer members of the Camorra family! There is only one object of our allegiance, and that is Mr. Corleone!"

Luke quietly enjoyed Alessandro's performance, and saw him say that he was a Sicilian without changing his face, trying to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and leaving his hometown.

It can only be said that Oscar of future generations owes this mafia boss a statuette!

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

Luke sighed.

Although Alessandro was flattering like a jester in front of him, humble like a dog licking.

But it was behind him representing the Allies, coupled with repeated invisible beatings, the mafia leader had to bow his head and bend his body.

Luke will not really feel contemptuous of Alessandro because of this, no matter how docile a hungry wolf is, it will eat people.

Once you relax your vigilance, you may be bitten at any time.

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

Luke's gaze swept over the people standing in the backyard, some of them were gunmen recruited by Alessandro, and some were mafia thugs.

These unmasked young men may have little loyalty to themselves.

But they are subject to the leader of the family, subject to power and status.

This is the tradition of the Mafia for hundreds of years, to be loyal to the family and never betray.

Although the mafia that took root in North America has almost forgotten these outdated traditional rules.

But in Sicily, this set is still very useful.

When Mussolini launched a purge of the Mafia, he captured and tortured thousands of suspects.

Whipping, knocking off fingernails, and even electrocution torture, all kinds of cruel punishments greeted them. Even so, few people dared to betray the family.

Even, in order to resist fascism (xi) and Mussolini.

According to different gangs and families, the mafia has specially set up assassination teams, and the backbone members are the killers.

These people called themselves the "Glorious Society", and the assassination targets were senior fascist officials and police.

The Strategic Science Corps chose the Mafia as its informants because it was because these violent elements were not afraid of the Mussolini government and could be easily used and bought.

　ps: Another day full of energy, the author sent a steaming update, let's have a quality three-time series~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)