Marvel’s Superman

London, Allied Command.

The secret base of the Strategic Science Reserve, a busy and fiery tense atmosphere.

A month has passed, and the intelligence services of the Allied countries have 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 for the Axis, and London, New York and Poland for the Allies.

People on both sides are constantly intercepting each other's intelligence. Although the strategic scientific reserve team has gathered elites from the entire Allied countries, it is still at a disadvantage in the face of the secretive and powerful Hydra.

"Until now, we haven't found the exact location of the Hydra base! Where are the captured Allied soldiers sent to? What experiments are the Germans conducting secretly? We don't even know!"

Colonel Phillips roared loudly, and the stern scolding echoed in the room, leaving the gang in silence.

"In just one month, we sacrificed thirteen agents, and four spies planted in the Axis powers were discovered... This is the biggest loss the Strategic Science Reserve has suffered since its establishment! Very disappointed! And I am very disappointed in you!"

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

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

But from the tone, 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 expected that the Red Skull, who got the cube of the universe, used the scientific reserves of Hydra to develop extremely powerful energy weapons, and applied them to hot weapons such as firearms and tanks.

Black technology beyond an era has caused the Axis powers to collapse and stagnate.

The previous situation of losing ground and falling into a disadvantage has also eased.

On the contrary, the Allies began to show fatigue on the Eastern European battlefield, and the established defensive front was even more in jeopardy.

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

They have not yet figured out the technical support behind the energy weapon that Hydra possesses.

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

Hydra's agents have long penetrated the allies, making it hard to guard against.

This made the team led by Colonel Phillips always in a passive state in terms of intelligence.

"Any news about Luke?"

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

He can only pin his hopes on Luke now. If the city of Rome is raided, the plan to assist the Allied forces in landing Sicily will be successful.

Not only will the morale of the Allies be boosted, but the status of the Strategic Science Corps will also rise.

"I received a telegram from Captain Cavill yesterday that they have occupied a naval camp near Sicily. Allied forces will land at 3:40 this afternoon, assisted by the local mafia. This operation, codenamed 'Trojan Horse'!"

Carter's meticulous reporting.

She didn't expect Luke to actually be able to do it.

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

Now you are only one step away from success!

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

Luke approached Piazza Venezia without anyone else, and the first thing that caught his eye was 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, later fell into the hands of Mussolini.

The dictator often gave speeches to the people gathered in the square from the wide balcony.

The rank of captain, his status as an emissary in Berlin, and the Dumdan-Duggan standing behind him saved him the trouble of being questioned by patrolling guards.

"When will Mussolini meet us?"

Dugan asked in a low voice.

"Four o'clock in the afternoon, when he gets up from his mistress' bed."

Luke laughed.

He stood in the square like a tourist enjoying the scenery.

"Manelli, they should act soon."

Dugan nodded silently.

According to the plan, Jimmy, the sniper, has occupied a commanding height, and the commander Kenneth is also driving a truck and slowly parked on the side of the road one street away.

It carried twenty gunmen carefully selected from the members of the Mafia, as well as a Maxim heavy machine gun.

Alessandro didn't know how much work it took to get that thing in.

The wait is for them to attract the attention of the defenders of Piazza Venezia, to cause chaos, and to create the most suitable opportunity for Luke.

"You say, will Mr. Mussolini be pleasantly surprised when he sees us?"

At this time, Luke still remained calm and had the mind to joke.

Dugan, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but admire his calm and calm state of mind.

Thinking of what happened next, his legs trembled slightly.

Time passed by minute by 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 Palace of Venice.

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

Like a boulder smashed into a calm lake, causing unprecedented turmoil!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The harsh whistle sounded, and teams of patrolling guards were suddenly dispatched. The military police quickly surrounded the entire Venice Square, trying to find the sniper hiding in the dark.

Another series of gunshots roared. Assaulter Kenneth lifted the tarpaulin of the truck, and twenty elite Mafia gunmen filed out.

This fierce firepower caught the patrolling guards of Rome city by surprise.

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

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

For a while, it was difficult to break through the death net that was intertwined by bullets.

"Protect the leader!"

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

At this time, no matter whether the politicians or the guards, there is no need to carefully distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

What's more, Luke is wearing the rank of captain and wearing a German military uniform, which is the best pass.

Ordinary soldiers did not dare to block, and those senior officers did not have extra time to interrogate him and let him go all the way up the stairs.

"Commander! Kenneth's side won't last long, it can be held back for five minutes at most!"

Dugan, who followed closely behind, swallowed, surrounded by enemy troops.

"enough!"

Luke took two steps and one step, and came to Mussolini's office floor with astonishing speed.

The vigilance here is noticeably tighter than outside, and the Italian dictator is protected by Nazi soldiers.

They wore Hydra armbands and were not panicked by the sudden sound of gunfire.

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

An unfamiliar face like Luke was stopped and questioned as soon as he rushed in, even though he held the rank of Captain of the Third Reich.

"No passage! Report your identity!"

Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense, kicked out, and stopped the Nazu soldier who stopped him, his sternum shattered, and he flew out!

The rest of the team members snapped their necks neatly before they could react.

"Create riots and attract firepower!"

Dugan nodded quickly when he heard Luke's explanation.

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

The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Luke strode forward, shouting "protect the leader" and "the enemy ran upstairs", while touching Mussolini's conference room.

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

When the interest comes, he will call his mistress over to vent the strong energy that has nowhere to release.

The sound of guns shooting one after another, Luke seemed to be in the flock, knocking down the Nazuni soldiers who wanted to stop him.

This time, he didn't hold back!

After all, the submachine gun bullets hit the body, and it still hurts.

Putting his fingers together, Luke shrunk the hard steel helmet into scrap iron, and the last blocker fell in front of him.

Bang!

Kick open the door of the conference room!

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

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

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

"That's it?"

Luke took out the shriveled warhead with his hand and said with a friendly smile: "Hello, Mr. Mussolini."

"Who are you? The Liberal Party? Or the guys on the Revolutionary Front?"

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

The bullet couldn't penetrate his skin?

Luke didn't answer, he walked over and picked up the Italian dictator as if he were carrying a chick.

"I'm Italian..."

Snapped!

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

This is still the result of Luke's restraint!

"I don't care who you are, Mr. Benito Mussolini, please face the reality of your captivity."

Luke's indifferent eyes pushed Mussolini to the balcony where he often gave speeches.

There were gunshots in Piazza Venezia, and there was chaos.

"The city of Rome is taken over by us! From this moment on, there will be no dictators! There will be no Fascists!"

Luke looked down at the crowd below, and the loud voice came out far away.

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

ps: In this indifferent society, only the recommendation ticket of the reader has a touch of warmth~