Superman

London, Allied Command.

The secret base of the Strategic Science Reserve is full of busy and intense tension.

One month later, the intelligence agencies of the Allied Powers engaged in a fierce confrontation with Hydra.

The spies and agents of both sides are active in important cities in the rear.

Such as Berlin in the Axis camp, London, New York and Poland in the Allied camp.

People on both sides are constantly intercepting each other's intelligence. Although the Strategic Science Reserve has gathered elites from the entire Allied Powers, it is still at a disadvantage in the face of the secretive and powerful Hydra.

"Until now, we have not found the exact location of the Hydra base! The captured Allied soldiers, where are they sent? What experiments are being secretly conducted by the German Nass? We don't know all of them!"

Colonel Phillips roared loudly and sternly echoed in the room, leaving the next group of people silent.

"In just one month, we sacrificed 13 agents and four spies planted inside the Axis powers were discovered... This is the biggest loss that the Strategic Science Reserve has suffered since its establishment! The Allied Command gave us Very disappointed! And I am also very disappointed with you!"

Colonel Phillips was furious. He received a call from President Roosevelt yesterday.

Although the person in power sitting in the White House did not express any opinion on the Strategic Science Corps.

But from the tone of voice, the colonel could hear the vague meaning of accountability.

Originally, the Allied forces were gradually advancing on the battlefield, and many people felt that the Axis powers were over.

But no one thought that the red skull of the Universe Rubik's Cube would use the scientific reserves of Hydra to develop extremely powerful energy weapons and apply them to firearms and tanks and other thermal weapons.

The black technology beyond an era has caused the collapse of the Axis powers and stalled them.

The previous losing streak and falling into a disadvantaged situation has also been eased.

On the contrary, the Allied forces began to show fatigue on the Eastern European battlefield, and the defensive line established was even more precarious.

For a series of reasons, the Strategic Science Corps is under tremendous pressure.

They have not yet figured out the technical support behind the energy weapons that Hydra masters.

As for the exact location of the military factory and the secret base, I didn't even touch the shadow.

Hydra's agents have long infiltrated the ups and downs of the Allied powers, making people unpredictable.

This makes the team led by Colonel Phillips always passive in intelligence.

"Have you heard from Luke?"

After venting his anger, Colonel Phillips turned and looked at Peggy Carter next to him.

He can only pin his hopes on Luke now, if the plan to raid Rome and assist the Allied forces to land on Sicily succeed.

Not only will the morale of the Allies rise, the status of the Strategic Science Corps will also increase.

"Yesterday I received a telegram from Captain Cavill. They occupied a naval camp near Sicily. The Allied forces will be assisted by the local Mafia to land ashore at 3:40 this afternoon. This operation is codenamed. 'Trojan Horse'!"

Carter's meticulous reporting.

She didn't expect Luke to actually do it.

With a team, go deep into the enemy's hinterland and raid the leaders!

Now we are only one step away from success!

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Italy, Rome time, two o'clock in the afternoon.

Luke is close to Piazza Venezia, and the first thing you see is the magnificent palace on the north side of Capitoline Hill.

The most beautiful building in the city of Rome, once the residence of the Pope, fell into the hands of Mussolini.

The dictator often addressed the people gathered in the square on the wide balcony.

The rank of captain, the identity of the Berlin emissary, and the dum bomb-Dugan standing behind him saved him the trouble of being questioned by patrol guards.

"When will Mussolini meet us?"

Dugan asked in a low voice.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, wait for him to get up from his mistress's bed."

Luke smiled.

He stood on the square like a tourist admiring the scenery.

"Manelli they should act soon."

Dugan nodded silently.

According to the plan, Jimmy, a sniper, had already occupied a commanding height, and the assaulter Kenneth also drove a truck, slowly stopping by the side of a street away.

It carried twenty gunmen carefully selected from the Mafia members and a Maxim heavy machine gun.

Alessandro didn’t know how much work it took to get the thing in.

What's next is that they attract the attention of the defenders of Piazza Venezia, create chaos and create the most suitable opportunity for Luke.

"You said, will you be pleasantly surprised when Mr. Mussolini sees us?"

At this time, Luke is still calm, still thinking about joking.

Dugan standing behind him couldn't help but admire his indifferent state of mind.

Thinking of what happened next, his legs trembled slightly.

Time passed by every minute, and it seemed to go extremely slowly.

"go in."

Luke showed the pass issued by the military and entered the meeting room of the Venetian Palace.

Just after he disappeared from the Piazza Venezia, a very sudden gunshot broke the calm in Rome.

It was like a huge rock hitting the surface of a calm lake, causing unprecedented turmoil!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The harsh whistle blew, a team of patrol guards suddenly dispatched, and the military and police quickly surrounded the entire Venice Square, trying to find the sniper hiding in the dark.

Another series of gunfire roars, assaulter Kenneth lifted the rainproof cloth of the truck, and twenty elite mafia gunmen filed out from it.

The fierce firepower hit the patrol guards of Rome by surprise.

Kenneth operated the Maxim heavy machine gun according to Luke's orders.

A long tongue of flame swept across, and the swarming soldiers and guards fell one after another.

Suddenly, it was difficult to break through the death web of bullets.

"Protect the leader!"

Luke shouted excitedly and walked out of the living room without hesitation.

At this time, neither politicians nor guards can care about carefully distinguishing the enemy from ourselves.

What's more, Luke wore a German military uniform with the rank of captain. This was the best pass.

Ordinary soldiers did not dare to stop, and those high-ranking officers had no spare time to interrogate, and let him go up the stairs.

"Commander! Kenneth won't be able to hold on for long, he can hold it for five minutes at most!"

Dumbo-Dugan, who followed immediately, swallowed, and there were enemy troops all around.

"enough!"

Luke took two steps and took one step, arriving at Mussolini's office floor at an astonishing speed.

The security here is obviously stricter than outside, and the Italian dictator is protected by Nazzi soldiers.

They were wearing Hydra armbands and were not panicked by the sudden gunshots.

Instead, he guarded Mussolini more closely and maintained basic order.

An unfamiliar face like Luke was stopped and questioned as soon as he rushed in, even if he was a captain of the Third Reich.

"No access! Report your identity!"

Luke didn't bother to talk nonsense, kicked out, stopped his Nazzi soldiers and broke their breast bones, and flew out!

The remaining team members had their necks twisted cleanly before they could react.

"Create riots and attract firepower!"

Dugan heard Luke's explanation and nodded quickly.

He took out his pistol, ran to a higher floor, and fired a few rounds downstairs at the same time, which really attracted more guards.

The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the promenade, and Luke strode forward, shouting "Protect the leader" and "The enemy ran upstairs", and touched Mussolini's meeting room.

He was fully prepared long ago. The Italian dictator had a habit of drinking afternoon tea at two o'clock every day and liked to stay in the third conference room on the right hand side of the promenade.

When he is interested, he will call his mistress over to vent the vigorous energy he has nowhere to release.

The sound of gun shooting came one after another, and Luke was like a tiger into the flock, knocking down the Nazzi soldiers who wanted to stop him.

This time, he didn't keep his hands!

After all, the submachine gun bullet hits the body and it hurts.

With his fingers closed, Luke squeezed the hard helmet into scrap metal, and the last blocker fell in front of him.

Bang!

Kick open the door of the meeting room!

There was a bald man sitting in the meeting room with a look of horror in his eyes.

A German-made Walter P38 pistol was aimed at Luke who broke in.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three bullets made Luke's German uniform, making clear holes, but no blood came out.

"That's it?"

Luke took out the shriveled bullet with a friendly smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Mussolini."

"Who are you? The Liberal Party? Or those guys on the revolutionary front?"

Mussolini looked at Luke himself with the look of the monster.

The bullet could not penetrate his skin?

Luke didn't answer, he walked straight over and picked up the Italian dictator as if he was carrying a little chicken.

"I'm from Italy..."

Snapped!

A slap in the face slapped Mussolini's face, and that cheek immediately swelled high.

This is the result of Luke's strength!

"I don't care who you are, Mr. Benito Mussolini, please face the reality that you are a prisoner."

Luke looked cold and pushed Mussolini to the balcony where he often gave speeches.

Gunshots broke out in the Venetian square and there was chaos.

"The city of Rome is taken over by us! From this moment on, there is no dictator! There is no fascist (xi)!"

Luke looked down at the crowd below, and his loud voice spread far away.

The sun shines on him, like a heroic figure out of a mythical epic.