Superman

Sicily is located in the southern part of Italy, separated by the Strait of Messina in the northeast and facing the Apennine Peninsula. It occupies an important position in the commercial and trade routes of the Mediterranean.

Therefore, when Luke came ashore from Palermo, he originally thought he would encounter a very strict investigation.

The result was beyond his expectation. Luke, who is currently the smuggler Vido Corleone, only used twenty boxes of cigarettes and some ham and bread to easily bribe the chief here and pass easily.

This shows that later generations said that the entire Italian army during World War II was corrupted from top to bottom. This is not unreasonable speculation.

After going ashore, Luke saw a few tall men with peaked caps and tattoos on their arms on the pier, looking at his group in secret.

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

The benefits of the Superman template are not only the upgrading of strength, but also the strengthening of the body.

Speaking of learning talent and thinking ability, Luke has improved significantly.

If Superman wants to come to the next studio, if he really thinks with his brain, he might not be inferior to the Batman known as the "Justice League Think Tank".

But maybe it is the presence of Batman that super talents will not bother to use their brains.

Luke smiled, got rid of these silly thoughts, and talked with these tall men.

Before leaving, he simply gave a brief assault on Italian, and now he can speak a local dialect with a bit of Sicilian accent.

This is also one of the reasons why the Roaring Commando has been able to cross the patrol warships many times along the way.

Later, many team members believed in the identity of Vido Corleone.

Even if Luke told Dum Dan Dugan that he grew up in Brooklyn, the latter still remained skeptical, thinking that the young captain was most likely from Sicily.

"Mr. Corleone?"

The leading man frowned and asked.

"You can call me Vidor."

Luke said lightly.

Hearing the other party's acknowledgment, these men who dressed similarly quickly changed their attitudes and became respectful.

"Mr. Corleone, the boss of Xhosa is waiting for you at the Brass Bell Pub! The car is ahead!"

Immediately, he beckoned, and three black cars drove up outside the dock.

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

The "Boss Xhosa" they call is an informant for the development of the Strategic Science Corps.

Luke gave a look at the Roaring Commando, motioning them not to relax their vigilance, and then got into the car.

Soon, the convoy lifted up a little dust and drove towards the bronze bell tavern.

Xhosa Alessandro, the only remaining mafia leader in Sicily.

The reputation of later generations, and even the world-renowned Mafia, is not going well at this time.

In 1925, after Mussolini gained absolute control over Italy, he delivered a huge national speech on the Mafia issue.

Through the tweeter, he vowed to all Italians to purify the air of society and severely crack down on evil!

We must completely eradicate the cancer of the Mafia from Italy!

No one thought that Mussolini actually did what he said and started to crack down on the Mafia.

On one side, he commanded the Fazi (xi) military and police to arrest nearly a thousand Mafia elements.

And after the capture, even the basic trial process is not used, and a full bloodbath is directly carried out.

In the fountain square of Sicily, people are executed every day, and blood seeps into every piece of floor tiles and dirt.

As a result, Mafia people died and fled, either being arrested and imprisoned or fleeing overseas.

So far, Sicily is a "pure land" without black forces.

People no longer worry about the harassment of the gang, but they have to endure the terror of the dictator.

However, it is worth mentioning that the weakened Mafia in Italy has risen again from the United States and regained its vitality.

Created a lot of inexhaustible character material for later Hollywood gangster films.

Luke, who has been in contact with the Irish gang and the Italian mafia, knows this more clearly.

Seeing the harsh living environment in Sicily and their grudge against Mussolini, many Mafia families simply clung to the thighs of the Allies.

Xhosa-Alessandro was developed into an informant for the Strategic Science Corps.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the Bronze Bell Pub.

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

"Mr. Alessandro, are you going to let me in alone? It doesn't seem to be sincere."

Luke sneered.

The leading man looked a little ugly. He was silent for a while, and said: "The situation in Sicily is very tense, Mr. Corleone, please forgive me. Then, you can bring an entourage. The boss of Xhosa is very cautious, and this is for him. For your safety."

"Since your attitude is so sincere, then I have nothing to say."

Luke took off his black woolen coat and handed it to Manelli behind him, indicating that he was not carrying a weapon.

Then, he reached out to greet Dum Dan-Dugan to follow.

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

Luke ordered.

Manelli nodded, holding his clothes in one hand and carrying a suitcase in the other—a submachine gun was hidden inside.

He was pretty sure that if these mafia guys dared to play yin, he and his team members would be able to turn the Bronze Bell Tavern upright!

Luke paced into the tavern, the meeting place of the Mafia.

The thick round tables are full of "family members".

Most of them are young and strong thugs who belong to the "legion" who are specifically responsible for using violence, fighting for or guarding territory.

Being closely watched by more than 30 strong men, and still rumored to be an extremely cruel Mafia, I am afraid that ordinary people will have weak legs and can't walk.

But Luke's face was calm, his pace was steady, and his aura was true.

"Mr. Corleone, you are welcome!"

The bearded man, surrounded by stars like a moon, stood up to greet him.

He is Xhosa-Alessandro, who originally belonged to the leader of the Mafia Camorra family, not a big man.

Later, the Mafia was purged, the families suffered heavy losses, and even the leader of the party was executed in public.

Such iron-blooded means and cold behavior have caused a great shock to the gang members.

The special background and the special timing gave Xhosa a bright future.

When the wind was not strong, he gathered a group of people around him under the name of the Kemora family, and he also recruited many good players.

"I think if Xhosa wants to see me, he knows what to do, right?"

Luke leaned back in his chair relaxedly, his tone flat.

Xhosa was not only an informant for the Strategic Science Corps, but also an internal response to the Allied landings in Sicily.

In the original history, the American intelligence service appointed a local mafia leader, nicknamed the "lucky guy" Salvatore Luciano.

The other party is one of the big names in the underground world of New York, and he has quite a status.

In Italy, it should have been Don Carlo, but now it has changed slightly.

The Mafia in Sicily did play a significant role in the landing battle.

They provide all kinds of support to the Allied forces, pass messages, distribute leaflets to persuade surrender and so on.

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

If Xhosa-Alessandro, who was sitting across from him, was witty enough, Luke wouldn't mind giving him this opportunity.

"Understood! Understood! I am ready, and await instructions from the Allied forces at any time."

Alessandro smiled flatteringly.

"Twenty well-trained gunmen, I have found them! It's just that so many people lurking into Rome, the pass is a bit difficult to get-time is too tight!"

Seeing Alessandro's embarrassed expression, Luke said blankly: "That's the problem you want to solve! Xhosa, if you can't do it with your ability, then I'll go find someone else. I listen. He said that Don Carlo, who was thrown into prison by Mussolini, would be happy."

"What is Don Carlo! Sicily is the world of Xhosa boss, even the governor of Palermo..."

Before Alessandro could answer, the young man standing behind him stood up, seemingly unable to understand Luke's words and despising his boss.

Luke squinted his eyes and looked up. The other person looked somewhat similar to Alessandro, and he might be a family member with blood.

"It's a good assist."

Luke has no excuses to beat the mafia leader to test the opponent's determination to cooperate with the Allied forces.

"Ellio! Shut up!"

Alessandro heard his nephew say this, and quickly slapped it.

The young man in front of him is not something he can afford to offend.

Mussolini has taught the Mafia a lesson, no matter how powerful the gang is, there is no room for resistance in the face of the state apparatus.

This young man who calls himself "Vido Corleone" represents the American military and even the Allies.

Once offended the opponent, his fate will never be much better than annoyed Mussolini.

Bang!

But when Alessandro slapped and touched his nephew's face, a shock echoed in the bronze bell tavern.

No one can see exactly when Luke got up, and how he pressed the young man named Ellio to the table.

The skull seemed to be split, and blood ran down from his forehead and fell on the ground with a "ticking" sound.

"Woo... Boss Xhosa! Uncle!"

Elio felt his head was like a watermelon about to be squeezed, and it would explode completely in the next moment.

He didn't know where the power of that terrifying young man came from, the palm of his five-fingered hands was pressed tightly on the back of his head like iron tongs.

The intense pain and fear of death caused Ellio's will to collapse instantly!

Tears couldn't help but flow with the blood, covering the whole face.

"Xhosa, tell me, what will the Mafia do to people who don't respect their friends?"

Luke slowly returned to his seat, ignoring the tension of the sword, completely treating the ill-faced thugs behind him as air.