Marvel’s Superman

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

So, when Luke disembarked from Palermo, he thought he would be met with a fairly strict check.

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

It can be seen that later generations said that the entire Italian army during World War II was corrupt from top to bottom. This is not an unreasonable speculation.

After getting ashore, Luke saw a few tall men in peaked caps and tattooed arms on the pier at the port, watching his group covertly.

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

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

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

Superman who wants to come to the next studio, if he really thinks with his brain, maybe it is not inferior to Batman, who is called "the think tank of the Justice League".

But maybe because of the existence of Batman, Superman will be too lazy to use his brain.

Luke smiled, got rid of these boring thoughts, and started talking to these tall men.

Before leaving, he had only briefly made a foray into Italian, and now he can speak the local dialect with a touch of Sicilian dialect.

This is also one of the reasons why the Roaring Commando can pass the patrolling warships many times along the way.

Later, many players believed in Victor Corleone's identity.

Even though Luke had told Dumdan-Duggan that he grew up in Brooklyn, the latter remained skeptical that the young captain was most likely from Sicily.

"Mr. Corleone?"

The leading man asked with a frown.

"You can call me Victor."

Luke said lightly.

Hearing the other party admit their identity, these men in similar clothes quickly changed their attitude and became respectful.

"Mr. Corleone, Boss Xhosa is waiting for you at the Bronze Bell! The car is ahead!"

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

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

The "Boss Xhosa" in their mouth is the informant of the development of the Strategic Science Corps.

Luke gave the Roaring Commando a look, beckoning them not to let their guard down, and got into the car.

Soon, the convoy raised a stream of dust and drove towards the Bronze Bell Tavern.

Xhosa-Alessandro, the only remaining leader of the mafia in Sicily.

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

In 1925, after Mussolini took absolute control of Italy, he delivered a powerful national speech on the Mafia.

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

To completely eradicate the cancer of the Mafia from Italy!

No one thought that Mussolini actually did what he said and began to carry out a severe sweep of the Mafia.

On the one hand, he commanded the Fascist (xi) Sri Lankan military and police to arrest nearly 1,000 Mafia elements, while on the other hand, he directly took over the other's nest.

And after being captured, even the basic trial process is not needed, and a comprehensive bloodbath is directly launched.

In the Fountain Square in Sicily, people are executed every day, and blood seeps into every tile and soil.

As a result, the mafia died and escaped, either being arrested or imprisoned, or fleeing overseas.

Up to now, Sicily is already a "pure land" without black forces.

People no longer worry about harassment by gangsters, but endure the terror of dictators.

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

For later Hollywood gangster films, a large number of inexhaustible character materials have been created.

This point, Luke, who has been in contact with Irish gangsters and has also dealt with Italian mafia, knows this all too well.

Seeing the harsh living environment in Sicily and the grudge against Mussolini, many Mafia families simply hugged the allies' thighs secretly.

This was the case with Xhosa-Alessandro, who was developed into an informant for the Strategic Scientific Corps.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the Bronze Bell Tavern.

Several burly men with tattoos were guarding the door, and Luke, who got out of the car, was stopped.

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

Luke sneered.

The man at the head looked a little ugly, he was silent for a while, and said: "The situation in Sicily is very tense, Mr. Corleone, please forgive me. Well, you can bring a follower. Boss Xhosa is very cautious, and this is also for him. safety concerns.”

"Since your attitude is so sincere, 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, reach out for Dammam-Duggan to follow.

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

Luke ordered.

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

He is very sure that if these mafia people dare to play asshole, he and his team members can turn the Bronze Bell Tavern upside down!

Luke paced into the tavern, a meeting place for the Mafia.

The thick round tables are filled with "family members".

Most of them are young and strong thugs, they are part of the "corps", who are responsible for using violence, fighting for or guarding the territory.

He was stared at by more than 30 strong men, and was rumored to be an extremely murderous mafia. If he changed to ordinary people, his legs would have weakened and he would not be able to walk.

But Luke's face is calm, his steps are steady, and his aura is not false.

"Mr. Corleone, you are welcome!"

The bearded man, surrounded by the stars and the moon, stood up to greet him.

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

Later, the mafia was purged, various families suffered heavy losses, and some party leaders were even executed in public.

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

The special background, the special timing, on the contrary, let Xhosa have a bright future.

Taking advantage of the calm wind, he used the name of the Kemora family, gathered a group of people around him, and recruited a lot of good players.

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

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

Xhosa is not only an informant of the Strategic Science Corps, but also an insider for the Allied forces to land in Sicily in the future.

In the original history, the American intelligence service assigned a local mafia leader, nicknamed "Lucky" Salvatore Luciano.

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

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

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

They provided all kinds of support to the Allies, passed messages, distributed leaflets to persuade the Allies to surrender, and so on.

So, after the war, Don Carlo became mayor of Villalba, while Salvatore Luciano was freed from prison and his popularity soared.

If Xhosa Alessandro, sitting across from him, is interesting enough, Luke wouldn't mind giving him the opportunity.

"Understood! Understood! I am ready and waiting for the instructions of the Allies at any time."

Alessandro smiled ingratiatingly.

"Twenty well-trained gunmen, I've found them! It's just that so many people lurking in Rome, the pass is a little tricky - the time is too tight!"

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

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

Before Alessandro could answer, the young man standing behind him stood up, as if he couldn't understand the contempt for his boss in Luke's words.

Luke narrowed his eyes and glanced up. The other party's appearance was somewhat similar to Alessandro's, and he might be a blood-related family member.

"What a great assist."

Luke is worried that he has no excuse to beat this mafia leader to test his determination to cooperate with the Allies.

"Elio! Shut up!"

When Alessandro heard his nephew say this, he quickly slapped him in the face.

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 "Victor Corleone", represents the American military and the allies.

Once you offend the other party, your own end will never be much better than offending Mussolini.

Bang!

However, when Alessandro's slap touched his nephew's face, a thud echoed in the Bronze Bell Tavern.

No one could see exactly when Luke got up and how he pressed the young boy named Elio on the table.

The skull seemed to be cracked, and blood flowed from the forehead and fell to the ground with a "tick" sound.

"Woooo... Boss Xhosa! Uncle!"

Elio felt that 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 strength of that terrifying young man came from. His five-fingered palm was pressed tightly on the back of his head like iron tongs.

The intense pain and the fear of death made Elio's will collapse instantly!

Tears flowed out along with the blood, covering his entire face.

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

Luke slowly sat back to his seat, ignoring the tense atmosphere of slashing swords, and completely dismissing the bad-looking thugs behind him as air.

ps: Three thousand words! Don't say the author is short! Seriously ask for a wave of quality three consecutive, the big guy with the book list can help add it, crab~