Superman

The hotel where Luke and his group stayed is an important attraction in Sicily, the small town of Taormina.

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

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

The city buildings are like rocks stacked 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 hotel named "The Pea Shooter" and learned that Alessandro had already booked a whole room on the third floor to entertain himself and his entourage.

Moreover, the reason for picking this small hotel with little reputation.

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

On the other hand, the Pea Inn is located at the highest point 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 the waves that make people return to peace.

Many people like this feeling-Luke is no exception.

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

Forget the time, Luke may have to stay in Taormina for about four to five days.

It is a good thing to have a comfortable accommodation environment.

Luke and the team members chose a good room—according to the rules, it should have been Dumbo Dugan or someone from Dinu Manelli, sharing the same room with the commander.

This not only plays a protective role, but also facilitates coping with possible unexpected situations.

It's just that after seeing Luke's powerful strength.

Members of the Roaring Commando said that they are the one who needs to be protected.

Therefore, the two rooms next to Luke have become popular items in the team.

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

"In the next few days, Dugan, and Manelli, you two will take turns staring at Alessandro. Although he looks like a smart man, we must prevent him from making some stupid mistakes!"

In Luke's room, members of the Roaring Commando gathered together to make plans for the next mission.

This team was dispatched by the Strategic Science Corps, and besides Luke as the commander, there were five people.

Dumbo Dugan, as the charge, is the most prestigious leader in the team.

Dinu Manelli, who is always taciturn and not talkative, serves as a scout and a pretender to snoop news.

The next few team members, respectively sniper Jimmy, were called "Varisi of America", and they were sharpshooters with perfect shots.

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

"Dugan and I will pretend to be an emissary sent by Berlin. The letters and necessary props to verify the identity are all prepared. Two weeks ago, the Allies did capture a Berlin emissary. Thanks to the Strategic Science Corps from In the mouth of the Hydra killer, reliable information from torture!"

Luke unfolded a map of the city of Rome with clearly armed forces.

"Others followed Alessandro's Gunners to Rome. On the day of the action, 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 Guzonilau. He has eleven local divisions and two German armored divisions under his hands. During this time, the Allied forces will carry out irregular bombings and take the fleet Drive into the Tunis Strait and use Banterella Island as a base to create the illusion that it is about to land and divert Guzonilao’s attention."

"Our task is to break into the Palazzo Venezia! Intimidate Mussolini as a hostage. In less than 24 hours, I believe that the king of Italy will issue an announcement to depose the Prime Minister! Anyone with a vision can see it. The trend is over."

"Then, we only need to hand over the dictator to the Allies. As for the United Kingdom, the United States, the army, the navy... it doesn't matter! But I personally suggest that you can show your favor to General Eisenhower."

After Luke finished the long talk, the members of the Roaring Commando looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Their heads of hearts were unloading a large stone, and they were all relieved.

Although the young commander had devalued the Italian army before, he broke into the enemy's hinterland with a team and captured the leader alive.

It sounds like a legendary story that will only be written in third-rate novels, without authenticity.

The Roaring Commando is willing to follow Luke not because of his charisma, but they have no other choice.

Anyway, they were all pulled aboard, so what else can I do if I don’t continue to follow the captain’s instructions?

However, seeing the plan made by Luke and the confidence he showed, the Roaring Commando had no other ideas.

They feel they can trust this young commander!

"Let's go away."

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

Perhaps until this moment, he was truly recognized and commanded by this team.

After taking a break, Luke enjoyed a seafood meal by himself, standing on the balcony watching the sky darken.

The afterglow of the setting sun sinks into the sea, pedestrians are playing on the silver beach, and rows of palm trees are blown by the night wind, swaying in a whirling dance.

Farther away are seagulls flying over the water, as well as surging waves and tides.

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

In a few days, everyone, no matter the Axis powers or the Allies, will hear of his name and the 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 thirty people to conquer a country.

This is an amazing feat that can be recorded in history.

Just like Pizarro used less than two hundred people to conquer the Inca Empire with a population of about six million.

The thoughts of letting go back, taking advantage of the rare leisure time, Luke went out for a stroll alone.

He walked along the street and came to a magnificent theater, crowded, and the atmosphere was fiery.

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

Of course, I also met many Italian girls with charming amorous feelings.

It's a pity that Luke didn't come to the idea of ​​an affair, letting down the enthusiasm of those beautiful girls.

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

"Ok!"

Luke, who was about to push the door open, his eyes condensed, and a cold light burst out.

With his keen perception, he clearly heard the breathing of another person in the room. It seemed like nothing, but it would be difficult to detect unless he listened carefully.

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

In Luke's head, a lot of thoughts turned in a moment.

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

With the sea breeze blowing from the half-open window, Luke slowly walked towards the big bed in the master bedroom.

He was confident that as long as the intruder showed a slight change, he could break the opponent's neck in less than a second.

"come out……"

"what!"

Luke jerked off the quilt, leaned on his body, and pressed his right hand on the "intruder"'s neck.

"Is it 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 beautiful wavy black hair, 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 out this sentence.

This woman full of maturity, like a charming peach-like woman, does not look like a killer of Hydra.

The muscles have no signs of training, but they are tight but lack strength.

Moreover, under the silk pajamas, there is nowhere to hide the weapons.

"My name is...Marlena."

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