Shocking the Allies, Shaking the World

"Telegram! Latest telegram!"

In London's Allied command, the Strategic Scientific Reserve, just berated by Colonel Phillips, was shrouded in gloom.

Everyone dared not even breathe loudly, fearing they would incur their superior's wrath again. Just then, the telegraph operator burst in excitedly.

His face was flushed red, perhaps from too much excitement, his words stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

"It's... a telegram from Captain Cavill!"

The telegraph operator's breathing was rapid, his face filled with excitement and admiration.

"What's all the fuss about? Have you no military discipline... Fuck!"

Colonel Phillips frowned, first scolding him, then reaching out to take the telegram.

But upon seeing the content, he couldn't help but curse, completely disregarding his commanding officer's dignified image.

"Italy, Rome, 2:50 AM. Allied Captain Luke Cavill led the Howling Commandos in an assault on Italy, capturing Mussolini alive."

This brief sentence left Colonel Phillips stunned on the spot, as if a bolt from the blue had exploded in his mind!

The impact of this telegram robbed him of his ability to think, leaving him speechless for a long time.

"They succeeded..."

The Colonel muttered to himself.

He was the one who had tasked Luke with leading the Howling Commandos, and he was the one who had devised the astonishing plan to assist the Allied landing in Sicily and raid Rome.

However!

"He actually did it!"

Colonel Phillips could hardly believe it, feeling as if he were trapped in a dream, filled with unreality.

In his plan, the best outcome was actually to infiltrate the Italian heartland and create an opportunity for the Allied forces to land.

As for capturing Mussolini alive, that was just a spur-of-the-moment addition, and it wouldn't have mattered much if it wasn't accomplished.

No one had anticipated that Luke would bring such a huge surprise to the Allies, to Colonel Phillips!

"Super Soldier... Erskine, can you see this? Luke is the finest Super Soldier!"

Colonel Phillips was extremely excited. He clenched the telegram in one hand, pressed the telegraph operator's shoulder with the other, his eyes reddening slightly.

"Is the information confirmed?"

If this got out, the Allies' morale would soar!

The Strategic Scientific Reserve would no longer have to endure criticism from various parties, their pressure would greatly decrease, and their status could even rise!

Everything would be completely different!

"A clear telegram from Rome, Italy! Absolutely no mistake!"

The telegraph operator, as if infected, spoke with excitement, his voice trembling.

"There's also a public announcement from the King of Italy declaring the dismissal of Prime Minister Mussolini!"

The telegraph operator added.

"Quickly notify the command! Notify the President! Notify everyone!"

Colonel Phillips, clutching the telegram, waved his arm forcefully.

He hadn't misjudged Luke after all; this world-shaking feat should be known to the entire world!

The telegraph machine clattered continuously, transforming into beams of electromagnetic waves that swiftly transmitted to various locations.

From Britain to America, from Churchill's office to Roosevelt's White House.

The absurd and unbelievable true news, like winged Pegasus, galloped across the entire world.

The sleeping quarters of Venice Palace were still brightly lit, the flickering candlelight reflecting the famous oil paintings and luxurious decorations.

Unlike the usual clinking of glasses at various banquets and the laughter of high-society guests.

Venice Palace was quiet tonight, shrouded in a deathly silence.

"Rescue the leader! Kill the Americans!"

"Long live Italy! Long live the Fuhrer!"

A few sharp slogans suddenly rang out, followed by a burst of intense gunfire, which quickly subsided into silence.

Such minor disturbances could not stir the slightest ripple.

Those fools brainwashed by fanatical Fascist ideology really couldn't make any waves.

"Commander, this is the eleventh time."

Dugan's dark face was filled with tension.

He hadn't yet recovered from the victorious surprise attack that afternoon, still finding it hard to believe that all of this was real!

Mussolini, the dictator of Italy, the Prime Minister of a nation, who propped up the Axis Powers alongside Hitler, had inexplicably become their prisoner.

"Have the other team members take turns on watch. The Italian garrison won't launch a rash attack; their King would be overjoyed to see Mussolini hanged in the square."

Luke remained calm. With Mussolini in his hands, the Fascist forces in Rome dared not make any rash moves.

As for the sidelined King of Italy and the royal family, they wished Luke would send Mussolini to the gallows immediately.

"The King has already issued a decree to depose Prime Minister Mussolini, and the royal family has taken control of the army... Seven gunmen were killed and four were seriously wounded during the raid... The Allied Command sent a telegram stating that both Britain and America want to claim ownership of Italy, and the State Department and the Pentagon, the War Department and the Navy Department are arguing incessantly..."

Dum Dum Dugan reported the day's events. The progress of affairs was exactly as Luke had anticipated.

No matter how Britain and America fought over it, this credit belonged to him, and no one could take it away.

Thinking of the rapidly refreshing reputation points on his character panel, soaring like a rocket, Luke felt a surge of excitement.

"Let them argue to their hearts' content. Rome and Mussolini are our bargaining chips. We'll sell to whoever offers the highest price."

Luke smiled slightly, having already made his plans.

This wasn't a military operation, but an armed kidnapping.

The moment Mussolini fell into his hands, the mission was complete.

What remained was the political maneuvering between the rising White Eagle and the gradually weakening John Bull.

However, these complex schemes had nothing to do with Luke himself, nor did he have any interest in them.

What Luke wanted was a Medal of Honor befitting a war hero, and a massive amount of reputation points.

"The Italians' attitude is very good. The King is a smart man; he immediately ousted Mussolini and ignored our occupation of Venice Palace... because they want to show goodwill to the Allied Nations."

Luke saw it clearly. With just the Howling Commandos, they couldn't stop the garrison in Rome.

It was just that the Fascist forces loyal to Mussolini and the Axis Powers weren't as numerous as imagined.

This was Luke's confidence in staying at Venice Palace. Behind him were the Allied forces who had already landed on Sicily.

"Everything is as you said."

Dugan admired him sincerely.

Even after achieving a stunning victory, the young commander of the Howling Commandos had not lost his head, maintaining his usual composure.

"But who are we going to sell Italy to?"

Dugan asked again.

His voice trembled slightly, as Luke's decision would directly determine the future of the Howling Commandos.

"We will, of course, hand over this weighty bargaining chip to Mr. Roosevelt."

Luke didn't hesitate for long before giving his answer.

This president, the most re-elected in American history, was powerful and resourceful, a worthy partner.

Moreover, the president in the White House desperately needed a huge, unexpected achievement to silence the public's grumbling.

After all, no one could deny that Roosevelt had indeed played dirty in his presidential campaign, deceiving voters through trickery.

If he received credit for conquering Italy, the other party would surely appreciate the goodwill Luke conveyed.

"The Allied Command will likely send people to take over tomorrow."

Dugan nodded, now completely obedient to Luke.

Repeated victories had cemented the young commander's authority within the team.

Who would have thought that an unknown six-person squad could achieve such a world-shattering legendary feat?

"Send a telegram to the White House, then wait for the President's medal."

Luke casually ordered.

From the moment Dugan sent the victory telegram to the Allied Command, the reputation point notifications had not stopped.

[Side Quest: Flowers and Glory, The Second Step of a War Hero! (Completed)]

[Requirement: Reach 8000 Reputation Points in any faction (Achieved)]

[Reward: Bane Skill Card, "Backbreaker Master" (Obtained)]

Luke crossed out the completed mission, only to have the second one immediately pop up.

[Side Quest: Name of Legend, The Third Step of a War Hero! (Completed)]

[Requirement: Reach 20000 Reputation Points in any faction (Achieved)]

[Reward: One chance to draw a Superman Template (Obtained)]

Following that, there was a third mission, a fourth...

Luke tilted his head back, gazing at the deep night sky, a satisfied smile on his face.

ps: Thanks to [Qi Dian Kong Jian] for the 10000-point tip, [Mo Shui Ban Gang 100] for the tip, and [Liu Shui 0810] for the 100-point tip~

ps2: Hmm, guess what template the protagonist will draw? If you guess correctly, there will be an extra update~

ps3: Also, please throw some votes, collect, and invest in the author's account. Thank you.