Raid Operation, Falling into Hand

Dark clouds hung low, obscuring the dim stars and moon.

At 8:20 PM, Luke, with the disguised Howling Commandos, swaggered into the naval camp, greeting the soldiers enthusiastically.

Crates of cigarettes, alcohol, and food were delivered to the officers' quarters as if they were free.

Then there were the alluring, seductive strippers, dressed in revealing outfits, posing provocatively on stage, eliciting howls from the crowd below.

"Captain Davie, just a small token of my appreciation."

In the quartermaster's reception room, Luke, wearing a black top hat, overcoat, and suit, sat opposite the desk.

He smiled and took out a palm-sized, long gift box. Inside was a sparkling pearl necklace, which, judging by its luster and size, was clearly not cheap.

"I came in a hurry and didn't have much to offer, so this necklace is for Mrs. Captain."

Captain Davie, with his beer belly, nodded in satisfaction, discreetly putting away the gift box.

It was wartime, and the currency system had long collapsed; banknotes were no different from waste paper. Only gold and jewelry were hard currency.

"Oh, and there's also this... cough cough, Captain Davie can give it to a friend."

Luke then produced another gift box, containing an even more valuable green agate necklace.

Captain Davie's eyes lit up. This smuggler was quite perceptive, knowing he had a mistress.

He completely missed Luke's sympathetic gaze, nor did he realize that the color of the hat on his head, much like the green agate necklace, was full of forgiveness.

"To be honest, Mr. Corleone, I've heard Lieutenant Cirio mention you. Since you're his friend, you're my friend too. If you want to do smuggling business, the Navy will warmly welcome you and guarantee your ships unimpeded passage!"

Captain Davie was also a straightforward man. After accepting the favors, he patted his chest and guaranteed, "From now on, for any of your smuggling ships, I can have Lieutenant Cirio send warships to escort them!"

"Then I thank you in advance, Captain Davie. This is just a small gift; the real surprise is yet to come."

Luke's eyes flickered as he said meaningfully.

"However, we also have conditions... As long as Mr. Corleone is willing to let the Navy take half the cut from every smuggling operation, we will certainly cooperate very happily."

Captain Davie's eyes were filled with greed as he finally stated the formal condition.

The Navy couldn't openly engage in smuggling and make exorbitant profits, so they wanted to use Mr. Corleone as an ATM.

Taking half the cut from every private shipment would definitely make these high-ranking naval officers rich.

The domestic situation was so tense, and the war was intensifying. Seizing the opportunity to make money was the only way!

Captain Davie thought.

"You also know that we take great risks harboring smugglers, and we could even face a military court..."

Looking at Captain Davie's insatiable greed, Luke still wore a smile, seemingly unfazed.

He suddenly stood up, glanced at his watch, and said softly, "It's time."

"Mr. Corleone, what are you talking about?"

Captain Davie looked bewildered, not understanding why the smuggler stood up inexplicably while they were discussing business.

Moreover, the condescending look from the other party made him uncomfortable!

It was as if his own existence had suddenly become insignificant!

"Sit down! Mr. Corleone!"

Captain Davie raised his voice, annoyed.

"Haven't you realized yet, Captain? You no longer have the authority to give orders."

Luke chuckled, hearing the commotion outside.

The fear toxin, produced by Gotham City's Scarecrow, would make dealing with these Italian soldiers incredibly simple.

The Howling Commandos just needed to put on their gas masks and release the gas.

It wouldn't be long before the entire camp was paralyzed.

The naval soldiers, their minds gripped by fear, would be like lambs to the slaughter, completely defenseless.

"What's going on? What happened? What do you want! I'm warning you, don't come any closer!"

Captain Davie finally realized that something was wrong. The terrified screams from outside had now reached the room.

He quickly drew the automatic pistol holstered at his waist, but before he could pull the trigger, his arm was twisted into a pretzel.

White bone fragments pierced his skin, spraying a large amount of blood.

A wave of intense pain washed over him, causing Captain Davie to collapse to the ground, unable to help but wail loudly, trying to alert the guards outside.

"Sorry, I didn't quite control my strength."

Luke apologized insincerely.

Watching Captain Davie awkwardly shuffle backward, Luke felt no emotion.

Thanks to the experience he gained from helping Uncle Frank with renovations, Luke no longer had any psychological burden regarding blood and death.

"Don't bother. The soldiers in the camp are either watching the strip show or crying for their mothers... The guards on duty have also been dealt with."

He said indifferently.

The entire camp, including its subordinate naval districts, shipbuilding bureaus, quartermaster departments, health bureaus, port authorities, warehouses, and other facilities, had already crumbled under the sudden assault by the Howling Commandos and the Mafia members.

Even the patrol boats, minesweepers, and logistics support vessels had been dealt with by the invading Mafia, under the guise of Captain Davie rewarding his soldiers.

It wasn't just Scarecrow's Fear Toxin; the wine delivered was laced with a special agent. Even an elephant would have been completely incapacitated after drinking it.

One could only say that the Italian army truly lacked any sense of vigilance, so lax that they could be subdued by a group of Mafia.

"Spare me! Please, Your Excellency Corleone!"

Captain Davie pleaded, even his address changing.

"Of course, I'll spare you. Killing prisoners is an inhumane act."

Luke shrugged. He hadn't held back his strength just now, which was why the unfortunate captain looked so miserable.

"Don't be so scared, Captain Davie. I'm not some kind of devil."

Captain Davie's eyes were filled with terror.

In reality, to him, Luke was no different from a devil.

How could a normal person twist their arm like snapping a pair of chopsticks?

What's more, he felt the other party hadn't exerted much effort at all!

"Stay here and don't try anything foolish. The radio has been destroyed, and the phone lines are cut. You won't be able to notify the garrison troops in other camps."

Luke gave Captain Davie a deep look, then walked over and took back the pearl necklace.

As for the other jadeite necklace?

That was a fake prepared by Alessandro.

Luke pushed open the door to the quartermaster's conference room. Faint sounds of terrified cries could be heard from outside.

The Italian naval soldiers had instantly become like fragile infants. The fear toxin had dragged them all into darkness, conjuring their deepest fears in their minds, shattering their will.

Screams of terror echoed under the night sky.

However, these faint, indistinct sounds were instantly swallowed by the roar of waves crashing against the rocks as soon as they were uttered.

Teams of Mafia swarmed in, ruthlessly killing the patrolling guards they saw with axes or pistols, decisive and swift!

This was a silent raid. Luke stood at a high vantage point, looking down at the bloody flowers blooming in the night, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

By tomorrow, when the sun rose from the horizon, half of Sicily would effectively fall into his hands.

ps: Thanks to [The Man Who Shines On Time im] for the 500-point reward, [＊＊Death Emperor＊＊] for the 500-point reward, and [Xuan Ming Ghost Emperor] for the 100-point reward. Sending love~