London, Allied Command.

The secret base of the Strategic Scientific Reserve is a busy and fiery atmosphere.

A month passed, and the intelligence services of the Allied powers engaged in a fierce confrontation with Hydra.

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

For example, Berlin in the Axis camp, and London, New York, and Poland in the Allied camp.

The two sides are constantly intercepting each other's intelligence, and although the Strategic Science Reserve has gathered the elites of the entire Allied Powers, it is still at a disadvantage in the face of the stealthy and powerful Hydra.

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

Colonel Phillips roared loudly, and his stern rebuke echoed through the room, silencing the rest of the group.

"In just one month, we lost thirteen agents, and four spies planted inside the Axis powers were discovered...... This is the greatest loss that the Strategic Scientific Reserve has suffered since its inception! The Allied command was disappointed in us! And I'm disappointed in you too! ”

Colonel Phillips was furious, he received a call from President Roosevelt yesterday.

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

But in his tone, the colonel could hear a vague hint of accountability.

As the Allies advanced on the battlefield, many felt that the Axis powers were gone.

But no one expected that the Red Skull, which had obtained the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, would use the scientific reserves of Hydra to develop an extremely powerful energy weapon, and apply it to thermal weapons such as guns and tanks.

Black technology beyond an era made the Axis countries collapse and stagnate.

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

On the contrary, the Allies began to show fatigue on the battlefield in Eastern Europe, and the defensive front that had been established was even more precarious.

A series of reasons led to the strategic scientific corps under great pressure.

They haven't figured out the energy weapon mastered by Hydra yet, and the technical support behind it.

As for the exact location of the military factory and the secret base, even a shadow has not been touched.

The agents of Hydra have long infiltrated the top and bottom of the Allies, making it impossible to guard against it.

This left the team led by Colonel Phillips, always on the intelligence side, in a passive state.

"Is there any news of Luke?"

After venting his anger, Colonel Phillips turned to look at Peggy Carter next to him.

He could only hope for Luke to succeed in his plan to raid the city of Rome and assist the Allied forces in landing in Sicily.

Not only will the morale of the Allies be boosted, but the status of the Strategic Science Corps will also rise.

"Yesterday we received a telegram from Captain Cavill that they had occupied a naval camp near Sicily, and that the Allies would land at 3:40 p.m. this afternoon, with the assistance of the local mafia. This operation, codenamed 'Trojan Horse'! ”

Carter reported meticulously.

She didn't expect Luke to actually be able to do it.

Take a team and go deep into the heart of the enemy army to raid the leaders!

Now we are only one step away from success!

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Italy, Rome time, 2 p.m. sharp.

Approaching Piazza Venezia, Luke is greeted by the magnificent palace on the north side of the Capitoline Hill.

One of the most beautiful buildings in Rome, it was once the residence of the Pope before it fell into the hands of Mussolini.

That dictator often made speeches to the people gathered in the square from the wide balcony.

The rank of captain, the status of the Berlin secret envoy, and the dum-Dugan standing behind him, saved him from the trouble of being questioned by the patrol guards.

"When will Mussolini receive us?"

Dugan asked in a low voice.

"Four o'clock in the afternoon, wait for him to get up from his mistress's bed."

Luke laughed.

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

"Manuelly, they should be moving soon."

Duggan nodded silently.

According to the plan, Jimmy, a sniper, has captured a high ground, and Kenneth, the assaulter, is driving a truck and slowly stopping on the side of the road a street away.

It carried twenty gunners, handpicked from among the mafia, and a Maxim heavy machine gun.

Alessandro didn't know how much effort it took to get that thing in.

Wait for them to attract the attention of the defenders of Piazza Venezia, create chaos and create the most suitable opportunity for Luke.

"You say, will you be surprised when Monsieur Mussolini sees us?"

At this time, Luke still kept his composure and still had the heart to joke.

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

His legs trembled slightly at the thought of what happened next.

Time passed minute by minute, and it seemed to move very slowly.

"Let's go inside."

Luke showed his pass for the military lecture and entered the parlors of the Palazzo Venezia.

Just as he disappeared from Piazza Venezia, a very sudden gunshot broke the peace in the city of Rome.

Like a boulder smashing into the surface of a calm lake, it has caused unprecedented turmoil!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

A shrill whistle blew, and a group of patrol guards suddenly came out, and the military police quickly surrounded the entire Venetian Square, trying to find the sniper hiding in the shadows.

Another barrage of gunfire sent the assault Kenneth off the truck's tarpaulin, and twenty elite mafia gunmen streamed out of it.

This fierce fire caught the patrol guards of the city of Rome by surprise.

Kenneth operated the Maxim heavy machine gun on Luke's orders.

A long tongue of fire swept by, and the swarming military police and guards fell one after another.

For a moment, it was difficult to break through this bullet-intertwined web of death.

"Protect the Leader!"

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

At this time, neither politicians nor guards can care about carefully distinguishing between friend and foe.

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

The ordinary soldiers did not dare to stop it, and the senior officers did not have time to interrogate, so he walked up the stairs.

"Commander! Kenneth's side won't last long, and he can hold back for five minutes at most! ”

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

"Enough!"

Luke walked two steps at a time to Mussolini's office floor at breakneck speed.

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

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

On the contrary, Mussolini was more closely guarded, maintaining the basic order.

An unfamiliar face like Luke was stopped and questioned as soon as he rushed in, even though he had the rank of captain in the Third Reich.

"No traffic! Report your identity! ”

Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he kicked out, and the Na (Na) soldier who stopped him directly shattered his sternum and flew out upside down!

Before the rest of the team could react, their necks were neatly twisted.

"Create a riot, attract firepower!"

Dugan heard Luke's explanation and nodded quickly.

He pulled out his pistol and ran to the upper floors, firing a few rounds downstairs at the same time, which attracted more guards.

Dense footsteps echoed through the corridor, and Luke strode forward, shouting "Protect the leader" and "The enemy is running upstairs" as he reached Mussolini's conference room.

He had long been fully prepared, the Italian dictator, who had a habit of drinking afternoon tea at two o'clock every day, and liked to stay in the third conference room on the right-hand side of the corridor.

When the mood comes, he will call his mistress over to vent his exuberant energy that has nowhere to release.

The sound of guns was fired, and Luke was like a tiger entering a flock, knocking down the Nazi soldiers who wanted to stop him.

This time, he didn't keep his hand!

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

With his fingers folded, Luke crumpled his hard steel helmet into scrap metal, and the last blocker fell in front of him.

Boom!

Kick open the door of the conference room!

Inside the conference room sat a bald man with a look of horror in his eyes.

A German-made Walther P38 pistol, aimed at Luke, who broke in.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three bullets punched a clear hole in Luke's German uniform, but no blood flowed.

"That's it?"

Luke took out the shriveled warhead with his hand and smiled kindly: "Hello, Mr. Mussolini. ”

"Who are you? Liberals? Or the guys on the revolutionary front? ”

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

Bullets can't even penetrate his skin?

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

"I'm an Italian ......"

Syllable!

A slap was slapped on Mussolini's face, and the cheek immediately swollen high.

This is the result of Luke's convergence power!

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

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

Gunfire erupted in Piazza Venezia, and chaos erupted.

"We have taken over the city of Rome! From this moment on, there are no dictators! There is no fassi (xi)s! ”

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

The sun shone on him, like a hero in a mythological epic.