Superman of the Marvel Universe

London, Allied Command.

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

A month has passed, and the intelligence agencies of the Allied Powers have launched a fierce confrontation with Hydra.

Spies and agents from both sides are active in important cities on the rear.

Places such as Berlin in the Axis camp and London, New York and Poland in the Allied camp.

People on both sides are constantly intercepting each other's intelligence. Although the Strategic Science Reserve has gathered elites from the entire Allied Powers, they are still at a disadvantage in the face of the secretive and powerful Hydra.

"Until now, we have not found the exact location of the Hydra base! Those captured Allied soldiers, where were they sent? What experiments were the German Nazis conducting secretly? We don't know anything!"

Colonel Phillips roared loudly, and his stern scolding echoed in the room, leaving the group below in silence.

"In just one month, we sacrificed thirteen agents, and four spies embedded within the Axis Powers were discovered... This is the biggest loss the Strategic Scientific Reserve has suffered since its establishment! The Allied Command has given us Very disappointed! And I am very disappointed in you!"

Colonel Phillips was furious. He had received a telephone call from President Roosevelt yesterday.

Although the person in power sitting in the White House did not show any opinions on the Strategic Science Corps.

But from the tone, the colonel could hear a vague sense of accountability.

Originally, the Allied forces were gradually advancing on the battlefield, and many people felt that the Axis powers were doomed.

But no one expected that the Red Skull, who obtained the Cosmic Cube, would use Hydra's scientific reserves to develop extremely powerful energy weapons and apply them to thermal weapons such as firearms and tanks.

Black technology beyond an era brought the Axis powers to a standstill.

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

On the contrary, the Allied forces began to show fatigue on the battlefield in Eastern Europe, and the defensive front they established was even more precarious.

A series of reasons have caused the Strategic Science Corps to be under tremendous pressure.

They have not yet figured out the technical support behind the energy weapons controlled by Hydra.

As for the exact location of the military factory and secret base, there is not even a shadow.

Hydra's agents have long infiltrated the Allied Powers, making them difficult to detect.

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

"Any news from Luke?"

After venting his anger, Colonel Phillips turned and looked at Peggy Carter beside him.

He could only place his hope on Luke now, if his plan to raid the city of Rome and assist the Allied forces in landing Sicily was 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 Cavell yesterday. They have occupied a naval camp near Sicily. The Allied forces will land ashore at [-]:[-] this afternoon, assisted by the local mafia. This operation is codenamed 'Trojan horse'!"

Carter's reporting was meticulous.

She didn't expect that Luke could actually do it.

Lead a team deep into the enemy's territory and raid the leader!

Now we are only one step away from success!

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

Luke approached Piazza Venezia as if there was no one around, and the first thing that caught his eye was the magnificent palace located on the north side of Capitoline Hill.

This most beautiful building in Rome was once the residence of the Pope and later fell into the hands of Mussolini.

The dictator often spoke from a wide balcony to the people gathered in the square.

The rank of captain, the identity of Berlin's emissary, and the presence of Dugan standing behind him saved him from the trouble of being questioned by the patrolling guards.

"When will Mussolini receive us?"

Dugan asked in a low voice.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, wait until he gets out of his mistress's bed."

Luke laughed.

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

"Manelli and the others should act quickly."

Dugan nodded silently.

According to the plan, Jimmy, a sniper, had already occupied a commanding height, and Kenneth, an assaulter, also drove a truck and slowly parked on the side of the road a street away.

It carried twenty gunmen carefully selected from the mafia members and a Maxim heavy machine gun.

In order to transport that thing in, Alessandro didn't know how much effort it took.

Waiting for them to attract the attention of the defenders of Venice Square, causing chaos and creating the most suitable opportunity for Luke.

"Tell me, will Mr. Mussolini be surprised when he sees us later?"

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

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

Thinking of what happened next, his legs were shaking slightly.

Time passed minute by minute and seemed to go extremely slowly.

"go in."

Luke showed the pass issued by the military and entered the drawing room of the Venetian Palace.

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

Like a huge boulder smashing into a calm lake, it caused unprecedented turmoil!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

A shrill whistle blew, and teams of patrol guards 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, and commando Kenneth opened the tarpaulin of the truck, and twenty elite Mafia gunmen filed out.

This burst of fierce firepower caught the patrol guards in Rome by surprise.

Kenneth followed Luke's order and operated the Maxim heavy machine gun.

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 this death net intertwined with bullets.

"Protect the leader!"

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

At this time, neither the politicians nor the guards could care enough to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

What's more, Luke holds the rank of captain and wears a German military uniform. This is the best pass.

Ordinary soldiers did not dare to stop him, and the senior officers did not have any extra time to question him, so they allowed him to go up the stairs.

"Commander! Kenneth's side can't last long. It can only be contained for 5 minutes at most!"

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

"enough!"

Luke took two steps at a time and arrived at Mussolini's office floor at an alarming speed.

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

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

Instead, Mussolini was guarded more closely and basic order was maintained.

A strange 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 allowed! State your identity!"

Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense and kicked out the Nazi soldier who stopped him. His sternum was shattered and he flew backwards!

Before the remaining team members could react, their necks were broken cleanly.

"Create chaos and draw fire!"

Dugan nodded quickly after hearing Luke's explanation.

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

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

He had been 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 corridor.

When the mood strikes, he will call his mistress over to vent his unbridled energy.

The sounds of gunfire were heard one after another, and Luke was like a tiger swarming into a flock of sheep, knocking down the Nazi soldiers who wanted to stop him.

This time, he didn't hold back!

After all, it still hurts when a submachine gun bullet hits the body.

With his five fingers together, Luke crushed the hard steel helmet into scrap metal, and the last blocker also fell in front of him.

Bang!

Kick open the conference room door!

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

A German-made Walter P38 pistol was pointed at Luke who broke in.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

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

"That's it?"

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

"Who are you? Liberal Party? Or those guys from the Revolutionary Front?"

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

The bullet couldn't penetrate his skin?

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

"I'm from Italy..."

Snapped!

A slap hit Mussolini's face, and his cheek immediately swelled up.

This is the result of Luke's restraint!

"I don't care who you are, Mr. Benito Mussolini, please face the reality that you have become a prisoner."

With a cold look in his eyes, Luke pushed Mussolini to the balcony where he often gave speeches.

Gunfire erupted in the Piazza Venezia and chaos reigned.

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

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

The sun shines on him like a hero from a mythical epic.