Superman

The next day, early morning.

There was a flash of fish-belly whiteness on the horizon, and the golden sun jumped out of the sea, waking up the sleeping Sicily.

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

Open the floating curtains and take a deep breath facing the rising sun.

He is like a plant undergoing photosynthesis, feeling the warm light penetrate into the cells bit by bit, slowly transforming the body.

"Another day full of energy."

Luke stretched his muscles and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up, a sumptuous breakfast was already placed on the table.

"I wonder if Xhosa's mission has been completed?"

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

The chief executive of this beautiful island, which is almost isolated from the world, is divided into governors, district chiefs, and the lowest level of peace officers.

Kill the Sheriff of the small town of Taormina, and take advantage of the gap between selecting a successor, so that the Mafia can do things more conveniently.

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

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

Marlena, who had rarely slept peacefully, carefully opened the door to her room.

Luke was seen sitting at the dining table, eating food quickly and efficiently.

She was like a frightened deer, so frightened that she quickly retracted her head.

"Are you awake? I've asked someone to prepare a change of clothes for you. Come over and have something to eat."

Luke smiled and said softly: "Marlena, if you stay under the same roof with me, we will always meet, so what's the use of avoiding me."

After listening to this, Malena walked out silently wearing silk pajamas.

He bent down and picked up the brand new clothes placed on the sofa, and then returned to the room.

Ten minutes later, the door to the master bedroom was opened, and Marlena, dressed in homely attire, sat down at the dining table with some restraint.

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

Luke looked up and took a look. Sure enough, it fit him very well.

He was probably the first to apply super vision to guessing a woman's measurements.

"I told Xosa that I will let you go back in a few days - don't get me wrong, Malena. I came to Sicily to do some business. I won't stay long. I will probably leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. To keep it secret,

I'm sorry for you to stay here for two days."

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

Just like Alessandro said, she now has no job and no source of income. Coupled with the food control during the war, she has become a sweet cake that is coveted by men in Sicily, and everyone wants to come and have a bite.

If she had not met Luke, Malena would have to give up her inner persistence one day, and fall into despair and numbness.

"Thank you, Mr. Corleone!"

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

She took small bites of her sandwich while observing Luke who was reading the newspaper.

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

Placed in Sicily, I believe it can charm many passionate and beautiful girls!

"Marlena, I have to go out. If you need anything, 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 I should go see Alessandro and the twenty gunmen he recruited.

"Okay, okay. Mr. Corleone."

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

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

Marlena returned to the dining table with a complicated mood. She inadvertently saw the open newspaper. On the particularly bold and eye-catching title, it read -

Shocked! The truth behind the Sheriff's car crashed into a cliff is actually this!

"The Sheriff is dead?"

Marlena was stunned and didn't know what to say.

The heaviest stone on her body just disappeared?

etc……

It's Mr. Corleone!

Marlena thought of His Excellency Alessandro, who was domineering in Sicily and no one dared to offend him, so she knelt down to the young man and carefully showed his kindness.

"Is it really him?"

Marlena, who had experienced great emotional ups and downs, looked out the window at the clear blue sky and white clouds, her heart felt like a turbulent sea, and she could no longer calm down.

…

…

Luke, who left the hotel, didn't even know that Marlena was in the room, and began to attack himself continuously.

He took the Howling Commandos and left the town first, wandering around the coastline several times.

Check out the security posts and defense forces of the surrounding military camps before returning to the Tongzhong Tavern.

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

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

Alessandro did not take the initiative to mention the Sheriff's "accident", which was simply a trivial matter.

The Mafia has always been very good at this type of business.

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

Alessandro just asked someone to secretly tamper with his car, pretending that the brakes failed, the car skidded, and unfortunately he and the car fell off the cliff.

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

"Are they the 'legion' of the Camorra family, or your 'legion'?"

Luke asked calmly.

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

Alessandro seemed to have already thought of the answer. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "This is Mr. Vito Corleone. His father was a Sicilian because he was brutally persecuted by the dictator and executioner Mussolini."

, had to leave my hometown and wander around!"

"And now, Mr. Corleone has a successful career! He returned to his hometown with bread and wine, guns and bullets!"

"From today on! We are no longer members of the Camorra family! We are loyal to only one person, and that is Mr. Corleone!"

Luke quietly enjoyed Alessandro's performance, and saw that he said he was a Sicilian without changing his face, trying his best to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and forced to leave his hometown.

It can only be said that future Oscars owe this mafia leader a statuette!

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

Luke sighed.

Although Alessandro was as flattering as a jester and as humble as a licking dog in front of him.

But he represented the Allied Powers behind him, and with repeated invisible blows, he had no choice but to make the mafia leader lower his head and bend his body.

Luke would not really despise Alessandro because of this. No matter how docile a hungry wolf is, he will still eat people.

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

"You are not standing here today to be loyal to me. The name Vito Corleone is just a stranger to you..."

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

These young people, who have never met before, may have little loyalty to themselves.

But they obey the leader of the family, their power and status.

This is a centuries-old tradition of the Mafia: loyalty to the family and never betraying it.

Although the Mafia that has taken root in North America has almost forgotten these outdated traditional rules.

But in Sicily, this method is still very useful.

When Mussolini launched a purge of the Mafia, he arrested thousands of suspects and tortured them.

Various cruel punishments including whipping, knocking off fingernails, and even electrocution were inflicted, but even so, few people dared to rebel against the family.

Even, in order to resist Fascism and Mussolini.

The Mafia has specially established assassination teams based on different gangs and families, with key members serving as killers.

These people called themselves the "Glorious Society" and their assassination targets were senior French officials and police officers.

The Strategic Science Corps chose the Mafia as informants precisely because these violent elements were not afraid of the Mussolini government and could easily be used and bribed.