Pushing Into Rome, The First Gunshot

The next morning, Luke woke up feeling refreshed.

As he got out of bed, a strange thought crossed his mind.

How did the Superman from the next studio manage to procreate with his girlfriend, Lois Lane?

Putting aside whether there would be any issues with a Kryptonian and a human mating for now.

He could lift hundreds of tons of aircraft, his muscle density so strong that even heavy firepower couldn't penetrate it…

Would such a body of steel really not break Lois Lane like an inflatable doll?

Luke walked into the bathroom with this inexplicable question.

Honestly, it should have been an intense activity that exhausted a man, requiring him to give his all.

For him, who had loaded the Superman Template, it was a bit too reliant on technique.

Especially when it came to controlling the force, it really tested one's skill.

This was still just the LV1 civilian stage. If he unlocked higher-level templates, Luke might consider becoming an ascetic superhero and no longer needing to interact with the opposite sex.

"Being too enduring really offers no pleasure."

Luke muttered softly, feeling like a merciless pile driver throughout the entire process.

"Will you come back?"

Marlena, leaning against the headboard, her face still showing a hint of allure, asked.

She watched Luke, who had changed into new clothes and was preparing to leave, and asked softly.

Marlena didn't know if what she had done was right or wrong.

But one thing was certain: Luke's arrival had freed her from a tragic fate and given her an unprecedented sense of security.

It was like a beam of sunlight shining into a gloomy, overcast world!

"Don't worry, it won't be long before you hear my name spread throughout Sicily. I should be back around then."

Luke looked down and kissed Marlena's smooth forehead.

While a gentle haven was good, taking the first step in his future career was also important.

Captain America was praised to the heavens by the American military simply for defeating Hydra and Red Skull, creating an opportunity for the Allied Nations' victory in the war.

For the next seventy years, Steve Rogers became a household legend, with countless fanboys like Coulson.

After being unfrozen from the glacier, due to his special status, he naturally held a leadership position in both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.

This was the effect of "prestige." By always standing on the moral high ground, the federal government and superheroes would give him due respect.

"Then be careful. I'll be waiting for you to come back."

Marlena nodded obediently, like a lazy cat.

She didn't wonder if this was a lie, nor did she think about what kind of significant event this man had to accomplish for his name to spread throughout Sicily.

She simply believed that Luke would return.

"Tomorrow afternoon at 3:40, is when the Allied forces will land!"

Luke said with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on Alessandro. "Cosa, if you handle this well, you will truly become a respected figure throughout Sicily, and even Italy!"

"The mayor, the prime minister, including Mussolini! These dignitaries who once looked down on you will have to bow before you and call you 'Excellency'."

"I will! Captain Cavill!"

The Mafia boss's heart was pounding, and his voice trembled slightly.

This was the first time he had addressed Luke by name, as Vito Corleone was a thing of the past.

And his identity as the Berlin Envoy and recipient of the Iron Cross, Captain Steiner, would likely not last much longer.

Luke, following the original plan, split into two groups.

He boarded a ship bound for Rome with his companion, Dum Dum Dugan.

Hitler once said that military uniforms must be handsome to make young people join the army without hesitation.

He had to admit, there was some truth to his words.

Luke, wearing a perfectly tailored captain's uniform, looked at himself in the mirror.

His black uniform was adorned with insignia, shoulder marks, and wristbands, and he wore a peaked cap with a silver double-headed eagle emblem.

He wore a woolen overcoat and a pair of calfskin gloves.

At this moment, coupled with his sharp, young features, Luke looked exactly like a handsome and resolute high-ranking Nazi officer.

"From now on, I am the Berlin Envoy, Captain Steiner. I was born into a military family in Germany, joined the Schutzstaffel (SS), and am a confidant of Heinrich Luitpold Himmler. I am going to Rome to deliver the Fuhrer's orders."

Luke repeated his identity to Dum Dum Dugan.

"Understood."

He noted this silently.

They were about to infiltrate deep into enemy territory to capture the enemy leader alive.

Not a single detail could be overlooked!

It took less than half a day to travel by boat from Sicily to Rome, and Luke quickly reached his destination.

Gazing out from the bow of the ship, he saw that the capital of Italy was surrounded by hills of various sizes, historically known as the City of Seven Hills.

The city walls spanned rivers and clung to mountains, winding and undulating, forming an irregular shape like a crouching lion resting on the Apennine Peninsula.

Rome could be considered one of the oldest cities in history, situated on the Latin Plain of the Apennine Peninsula in the central Mediterranean.

It had successively experienced the Republic and the Empire, was the birthplace of ancient Roman mythology, and possessed a glorious history and cultural heritage.

Luke disembarked at the port with great fanfare, presenting his pre-prepared documents. His stern face, coupled with his crisp military uniform, exuded an aura of authority that warned others away.

This made the questioning soldiers hesitant to inspect him too closely, lest they offend this excessively young senior officer.

After a brief glance at his documents and a verification of his identity, they respectfully let him pass.

If this had been Berlin, those Gestapo agents wouldn't have been so easily fooled.

"Dugan, we will succeed in conquering this country and achieving unprecedented glory."

Luke entered Rome, the heart of Italy and Mussolini's center of power.

After winning World War I, the Roman Curia witnessed the rise of the Italian Fascist forces led by Mussolini.

Consequently, the two sides signed the Lateran Treaty, which recognized Rome as the capital of Italy, while the Italian government recognized the sovereignty of the Roman Curia over Vatican City.

Afterward, the ambitious Mussolini was not satisfied.

He led his army into Rome and declared an alliance with Nazi Germany, forming the Fascist Axis Powers.

Many people believed that Hitler was the founder of Fascism.

This was not the case; Mussolini was the one who opened Pandora's Box of evil.

In a way, he could be considered the teacher of the Fuhrer of the Third Reich.

After World War I, the European landscape was reshuffled, and the Italian people felt a deep sense of disappointment over the unequal distribution of post-war benefits.

Coupled with the stagnation of the domestic economy and the hardships faced by the populace, Mussolini found a political opening.

He launched the "Fascist Movement" in Milan and established the world's first "Fighting Fascist Party."

However, this politician, who aspired to be a dictator, was essentially an opportunist with no outstanding abilities of his own, at least not in terms of public speaking and inciting emotions, which he couldn't match his student Hitler.

Originally, within the Axis Powers, Mussolini and the Fuhrer of the Third Reich held equal status, and Hitler even maintained a respectful attitude towards him.

But who knew that the performance of the Italian army was so poor, either surrendering without a fight or calling for their German comrades to come to their rescue.

Whenever Mussolini encountered problems, he would summon his "student" Hitler for help.

This led the Fuhrer to increasingly look down on him, almost calling him "trash" over the phone!

Especially after Mussolini was placed under house arrest by the King of Italy and then rescued by Hitler's special forces.

This once ambitious dictator had completely become a puppet manipulated by Germany.

"Captain, you always create miracles beyond our imagination!"

Dugan said with conviction, standing behind Luke.

After spending these days together, even if Luke said he was going to fly to Berlin to drag Hitler out and end the war that was engulfing the world, Dugan wouldn't doubt him in the slightest.

The two arrived at Venice Square, and Luke gazed at the vast and magnificent palace complex.

That was Venice Palace, built by the Roman Pope.

It was now the political center where Mussolini ruled over forty million Italians, and the most heavily guarded place in the city.

Tomorrow, the first shot in the conquest of Italy would be fired here!

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