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"Mr. Corleone, you are welcome!"

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

He is Xhosa Alessandro, who originally belonged to a leader of the Mafia Camorra family, not a big shot.

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

Such iron and blood methods and ruthless behavior have greatly deterred the gangsters.

The special background and special timing gave Xhosa a bright future.

Taking advantage of the quiet time, he used the name of the Camorra family, gathered a group of people around him, and recruited many good players.

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

Luke leaned back on the chair relaxedly, his tone flat.

Xhosa is not only the informant of the Strategic Science Corps, but also the internal response of the Allied forces landing in Sicily in the future.

In the original history, the intelligence agencies of the United States appointed the local mafia leader, Salvatore Luciano, nicknamed "The Lucky One".

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

As for Italy, it should have been Don Carlo, but now there has been a slight change.

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

They provided all kinds of support to the Allied Forces, delivered news, distributed leaflets to persuade them to surrender, and so on.

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

If Cosa Alessandro, sitting across from him, was interesting enough, Luke wouldn't mind giving him the chance.

"Understand! Understood! I'm ready and waiting for the instructions of the Allied forces at any time."

Alessandro smiled flatteringly.

"Twenty well-trained gunmen, I have already found them! It's just that there are so many people lurking into the city of Rome, it's a bit difficult to get a pass, and 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 will find someone else. I listen He would be happy to talk about Don Carlo who was thrown into prison by Mussolini."

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

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

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

"It's a good assist."

Luke was worried that he had no excuses, so he beat the mafia leader to test his determination to cooperate with the Allies.

"Elio! Shut up!"

When Alessandro heard what his nephew said, he immediately wanted to slap him across the face.

The young man in front of him was not something he could afford to offend.

Mussolini has taught the mafia a lesson. No matter how powerful the gang is, there is no room for resistance to the state apparatus.

This young man who called himself "Vito Corleone" represented the American military and even the Allies.

Once you offend the other party, your fate will never be much better than annoying Mussolini.

Bang!

But when Alessandro's slap touched his nephew's face, a resounding sound echoed in the Brass Bell Tavern.

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

The skull seemed to be split open, and blood flowed down from his forehead and fell to the ground, making a "tick" sound.

"Boss Xhosa! Uncle!"

Elio felt his head was like a watermelon about to be squeezed, and it would explode completely in the next moment.

He didn't know where that frightening young man got his strength. The palms with five fingers closed tightly on the back of his head like iron tongs.

The severe pain and the fear of death caused Elio's will to collapse instantly!

Tears flowed out along with the blood involuntarily, covering the whole face.

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

Luke slowly sat back on his seat, ignoring the tense atmosphere, completely treating the group of thugs with unfriendly faces behind him as air.

Chapter 18 Taming, Beating

As the only remaining mafia leader in Sicily, a ruthless character that even the sheriff would not want to provoke.

Alessandro has good prestige and deterrence within the family and in Palermo.

And as time went on, his status and power increased day by day.

When ordinary people saw him, they had to address him as "Your Excellency" to show their respect.

The other leaders in the family were either drawn in or suppressed, and gradually formed that every meeting was Alessandro's personal opinion, distribution of benefits and territory.

Although the mafia is not as good as before, there is always concern about whether Mussolini will be liquidated again, but Alessandro, who took advantage of the situation, has gradually grown in power in his hands. This is an unquestionable fact.

Therefore, the Strategic Science Corps will take a fancy to him and develop into an informant.

However, Alessandro, who was honored as "Your Excellency" and admired by all the thugs, heard Luke's indifferent tone, but a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Having experienced the era of Mussolini's great purge, he has a strong psychological shadow on the army, which is essentially a violent institution.

If he offended the young captain, it would be tantamount to loosening the thighs of the allied forces, and sooner or later he would be listed as the target of liquidation after the war.

Even if he switched to the Mussolini government, according to the temper of that dictator, it might not end well.

Thinking of this, Alessandro's hands trembled slightly, and a ruthless look appeared on his fleshy face.

"Mr. Corleone, I apologize to you for Elio's disrespect to you!"

He put his palm on the table, and with a "swish", he pulled out a dagger from the back of his waist, and cut it fiercely.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

The screams of pain echoed in the Copper Bell Tavern.

A thick finger like a radish rolls down on the table.

Bean-sized sweat dripped slowly from his forehead and tip of his nose.

Alessandro gasped and said, "Mr. Corleone, are you satisfied?"

Luke let go of his palm on Elio's head, and slowly shook his head expressionlessly.

"I didn't ask you to apologize! Xhosa, I want you to explain how the mafia treats people who don't respect their friends enough."

"Mr. Corleone, I"

"Don't you understand? I want an explanation from you! Xhosa, please tell me, how important is your Mafia friendship?"

Luke's still indifferent voice brought heavy pressure to Alessandro.

He already knew that the young captain was no layman to fool.

The bloody practice of cutting off fingers is a common way within the mafia to express begging for mercy, but it still fails to impress the other party.

Alessandro glanced at Elio, who was pale with fright, and sighed inwardly.

"Camero! Drag Elio down and cut off one of his hands!"

Being able to spot the timing and become the top leader of the Camorra family, Alessandro is somewhat courageous.

Although Elio is his nephew and favorite junior, in order to appease Luke's anger, he can still give it up.

Who told him to be too stupid!

Just like the former mafia members, with their eyes above the top, they feel that they are the real masters of Italy!

For example, Francisco Kucha, who triggered the end of the Mafia, is such a fool!

He is both the mayor of Piana de Gracchi and the boss of the local mafia.

As a result, when he greeted Mussolini, who was the "great leader" at the time, he used a rather arrogant tone and asked why the other party brought so many policemen.

Because Kucha felt that on his own territory, there was still the protection of the Mafia, and no one could pose a threat to Mussolini.

This almost rude attitude annoyed Mussolini, who was powerful at the time.

A few months later, the dictator summoned [-] rangers and [-] policemen to strike out and wipe out the Mafia.

As for Kucha?

He was arrested and imprisoned on charges of "insulting the head of state", "contempt of the law" and "defying the government".

Alessandro, who has been wanted, almost executed and other horrible experiences, will not make the same mistake as that idiot of Kucha.

"Mr. Corleone, you are an eternal friend of the Mafia. Anyone who disrespects you is tantamount to contempt for me! Contempt for the Camorra family!"

In less than a minute, the burly thug named "Carmelo" presented a palm placed on a tray.

"Are you satisfied with this explanation? If it is not enough, I will send Elio to the slaughterhouse later."

Seeing Alessandro's terrified, almost groveling low profile, Luke's indifferent expression seemed to melt snow away from the sun.

He picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Come! Cheers to each other's friendship!"

The smile is gentle, and there is no trace of aggressiveness before.

This face-changing ability made Dum and Dugan stunned after seeing it, and thought: "Sir, you are really a terrible person."

The vicious and brutal mafia is like a docile sheep in front of him.

With the smell of blood spreading, Alessandro smiled and drank the red wine in the glass.

"Get things done as soon as possible, the Allied Forces will not forget your efforts."

Before walking out of the tavern, Luke patted Alessandro on the shoulder, and continued: "Your compatriots are doing well in North America and in New York. They go in and out of high-end hotels with congressmen, with Hollywood stars in their arms. Actress Xhosa, I appreciate you, you deserve a chance."

"Mr. Corleone, I will remember this personal friendship!"

Alessandro froze for a moment, then realized.

He bent slightly, lowered his head, and waited for Luke to extend his left hand.

This is the highest etiquette of respect within the mafia!

Often only characters like the "Godfather" can get a hand kiss from the leader.

"No need. I've seen your respect, your attitude."

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched. He wasn't in the habit of letting men kiss the back of his hand.

Walking out of the Brass Bell Tavern, the Roaring Commando and his team got into the car and checked into the top hotel in Palermo.

On the way, Dugan, who was sitting next to him, had a depressed expression of hesitation.

"You mean to ask, why should I treat Alessandro in such an attitude?"

Luke opened and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Manelli was driving in the front seat, and there was no outsider, so he said without concealment: "Dugan, you don't understand the thinking of gangsters."

"Although the Italian Mafia has always used family honor and blood ties as a means of guaranteeing loyalty. But this does not mean that they are really a group of credible thugs."

Dugan nodded thoughtfully. He remembered that Luke seemed to have close ties to the Irish gang.

"For a vicious dog, if you want to tame it, you have to beat it hard with a wooden stick until it doesn't dare to show its fangs to you. The same is true for the mafia."

Luke looked at the pedestrians on the streets of Palermo through the car window, and said with a smile: "And human nature is a very complicated thing. Maybe Xhosa had resentment against me before, but because of my identity, the alliance The successive victories achieved by the army, I dare not show it."

"But when I told him that I would support him to become the spokesperson of the Allied Forces in Sicily, he would be rewarded handsomely after the war. Xhosa's heart might only be grateful, and all the unpleasant emotions were thrown away. Later."

"When you use harsh methods, establish unquestionable authority, and then pay what you should pay, they will be grateful to you instead. This is a typical gangster thinking!"

Chapter 19 Sicily, a Beautiful Tale

The hotel where Luke and his party stayed is an important scenic spot in Sicily, the small town of Taormina.

The climate here is like spring all year round, and the scenery is beautiful.

One side is a cliff, the other side faces the sea.

The urban buildings are like stones, piled up on the stepped rolling peaks.