Marvel’s Superman

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was white with fish belly, and the golden sun leaped above the sea level, awakening the sleeping island of Sicily.

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

He opened the floating curtains and took a deep breath in the face of the rising sun.

He is like a photosynthetic plant, feeling the warm light seeping into the cells bit by bit, slowly transforming the body.

"Another day full of energy."

Luke moved his muscles and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up, a hearty breakfast has been placed on the table.

"I don't know Xhosa's mission, has it been completed yet?"

Luke thought as he rolled the seafood pasta with his fork.

This beautiful island is almost isolated from the world. The chief executive is divided into the governor, the district chief, and the lowest level of the sheriff.

Killing the sheriff in Taormina town, taking advantage of the blank period of choosing a successor, the mafia can do things more conveniently.

"I wonder what Rogers is doing right now? Is he still on stage?"

After a while, Luke heard noises from the master bedroom.

Marlene, who rarely slept peacefully, carefully opened the door.

Seeing Luke sitting at the table, eating food quickly and efficiently.

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

"Wake up? I have someone prepare a change of clothes for you. Come and have something to eat."

Luke smiled and said softly, "Malena, you stay under the same roof with me, and you always have to meet. What's the use of avoiding me."

After Marlene finished listening, she walked out silently wearing silk pajamas.

Bend down to pick up the brand new clothes on the sofa and go back to the room.

Ten minutes later, the door of the master bedroom was opened, and Malena, who was dressed at home, sat cautiously at the dining table.

"The noodles are cold, only sandwiches and juices."

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

Applying super vision to guessing a woman's measurements, he is probably the first.

"I told Xhosa that I'll let you back in a few days—don't get me wrong, Malena. I came to Sicily to do some business, and I won't be staying for long. I'll probably leave tomorrow and the day after, for the sake of secrecy, Temporarily wronged you to stay here for two days."

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

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

If she hadn't met Luke, one day Malena would have to let go of her inner persistence, and she would go into depravity with full of despair and numbness.

"Thank you, Mr. Corleone!"

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

She nibbled at the sandwich while watching Luke, who was reading the newspaper.

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

Put it in Sicily, I believe it can fascinate many beautiful girls who are passionate and unrestrained!

"Malena, I'm going out. If you need something, 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 it was time to meet Alessandro and the twenty gunmen he had recruited.

"Okay, okay. Mr. Corleone."

Malena leaned against the door, watching Luke's back leaving, feeling inexplicably relieved.

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

Malena returned to the dining table with a complicated mood. She inadvertently saw the newspaper spread out, with a bold and striking title that read—

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

"The sheriff is dead?"

Malena was stunned, not knowing what to say.

The heaviest stone on her body just disappeared?

and many more……

It's Mr. Corleone!

Malena thought that Alessandro, who was domineering in Sicily and no one dared to provoke him, bowed down to the young man and showed his affection carefully.

"Is it really him?"

Marlene, 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 never calm down again.

...

...

Luke, who had left the hotel, didn't even know Malena who was staying in the room, and began to keep on attacking himself.

With the Howling Commando, he first left the town and took a few laps around the coastline.

After figuring out the guard positions and defense forces of the military camps stationed around, I returned to the Bronze Bell Tavern.

In the backyard, there were dozens of young and strong men standing.

"These are the best warriors in the family! They are all accurate marksman and willing to sacrifice for the family!"

Alessandro did not take the initiative to mention the sheriff's "accident", which was a trivial matter at all.

For this type of business, the Mafia has always been good at it.

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

Alessandro just called someone, secretly moved his hands and feet on his car, and he could pretend that the brakes failed, the car slipped, and unfortunately, he and the car fell off a cliff.

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

"Are they the 'Legion' of the Kemora family, or your 'Legion'?"

Luke asked lightly.

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

Alessandro seemed to have long thought of an answer, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "This is Monsieur Vito-Corleone, his father is a Sicilian, because he was brutally persecuted by the dictator and executioner of Mussolini. , I had to leave my hometown and wander around!"

"And now, Mr. Corleone has a successful career! He's back home with bread and wine, guns and bullets!"

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

Luke quietly admired Alessandro's performance. Seeing that he said he was a Sicilian without changing his face, he tried his best to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and displaced from his hometown.

It can only be said that the future Oscar owes this mafia leader a golden statue!

"Sure enough, acting and lying are skills that any superior must master."

Luke sighed.

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

But that was behind him representing the Allies, and with the invisible beatings over and over again, he had to make the mafia leader bow his head and bend his body.

Luke wouldn't really despise Alessandro because of this. No matter how docile hungry wolves were, they would eat people.

Once you let down your guard, you might be bitten at some point.

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

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

These unmasked young people may not have any loyalty to themselves.

But they are subordinate to the head of the family, to power and status.

This is a centuries-old tradition of the Mafia, allegiance to the family and never betrayal.

Although the Mafia rooted in North America has almost forgotten these outdated traditional rules.

But in Sicily, this set is still useful.

When Mussolini purged the Mafia, he arrested thousands of suspects and tortured them.

Whiplashes, 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 rebel against the Fascists (xi) and Mussolini.

According to different gangs and families, the Mafia has specially set up assassination teams, with key elements to act as killers.

These people called themselves the "Glorious Society", and the assassination targets were high-ranking Fascist officials and police.

The Strategic Science Corps chose the Mafia as their informants because they saw that these violent elements were not afraid of the Mussolini government and could easily be used for bribes.

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