The next day, early in the morning.

The sky was white, and the golden sun jumped out of the sea to wake up the sleeping island of Sicily.

Luke opened his eyes and climbed out of the queen bed in the second bedroom.

Pull back the fluttering curtains and take a deep breath towards the rising sun.

He is like a photosynthetic plant, feeling the warm light seeping into the cells bit by bit, slowly transforming the body.

"It's another energetic day."

Luke moved his muscles and stepped into the bathroom.

By the time we were done, a hearty breakfast was on the table.

"I don't know if Xhosa's mission has been completed?"

Luke thought as he rolled the seafood pasta with a fork and ate it.

On this beautiful, almost isolated island, the chief executive is divided into governors, district governors, and the lowest level of justice.

Killing the sheriff of Taormina will allow the mafia to do things more conveniently by taking advantage of the gap in the selection of a successor.

"I don't know what Rogers is doing right now? Still performing on stage? ”

After a while, Luke heard a noise in the master bedroom.

Marlena, who had a rare restful night's sleep, carefully opened the door.

Luke is seen sitting at the edge of the table, enjoying his food quickly and efficiently.

She was like a frightened fawn, so frightened that she poked out her head and quickly retracted it.

"Awake? I've got a change of clothes for you, so come over and get something to eat. ”

Luke smiled and said softly, "Marlena, you stay under the same roof with me, we always have to meet, what's the use of avoiding me." ”

After hearing this, Marlena silently walked out in her silk pajamas.

Bend down to pick up your brand new clothes on the couch and head back to your room.

Ten minutes passed, the door of the master bedroom was opened, and Marlena, dressed at home, sat down on the edge of the dining table with some restraint.

"The noodles were all cold, just sandwiches and juice."

Luke looked up and saw it fit.

Applying super vision to guessing a woman's measurements, he was probably the first.

"I told Xhosa that I'll let you go back in a few days—don't get me wrong, Marlena. I came to Sicily to do something, I won't stay long, I will leave the day after tomorrow, for the sake of secrecy, I will temporarily wronged you to stay here for two days. ”

Luke's polite attitude made Marlena's tense heartstrings relax slightly.

As Alessandro said, she now has no job, no source of income, and the wartime food controls have become a sweet cake for Sicilian men, and everyone wants to come and taste it.

If she hadn't met Luke, Marlena would have to let go of her inner insistence one day, and go to the depravity with despair and numbness.

"Thank you, Mr. Corleone!"

Thinking of this, Marlena couldn't help but feel a little grateful for the young man sitting opposite.

She took a small bite on her sandwich as she observed Luke, who was reading the newspaper.

Short black hair with neat hair, deep facial contours, and slightly sharp eyes......

In Sicily, I believe that I can charm many passionate and unrestrained beautiful girls!

"Marlena, I'm going to go out, if anything, you can contact the waiter at the inn, and they will prepare it for you."

Luke put down the newspaper and glanced up at the time.

I thought I should meet Alessandro and the twenty gunmen he had recruited.

"Okay, okay. Mr. Corleone. ”

Marlena leaned against the doorway, watching Luke's back as he left, inexplicably relieved.

Originally, she was ready to become a plaything, but there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her life full of gloom.

With mixed feelings, Marlena returned to the dining table, and she inadvertently saw the newspaper spread out, and on the particularly bold eye-catching title, it was written-

Astound! The sheriff drove off a cliff, and the truth behind it turned out to be this!

"The sheriff is dead?"

Marlena was stunned and didn't know what to say.

The heaviest stone that weighed on her body and just disappeared?

Wait a minute......

It's Mr. Corleone!

Marlena thought of His Excellency Alessandro, who was tyrannical in Sicily and no one dared to provoke, groveled to the young man and was careful to show her goodwill.

"Is it really him?"

Marlena, who has experienced emotional ups and downs, looks at the clear blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and her heart is like a turbulent sea, and she can no longer calm down.

……

……

Luke, who left the hotel, didn't know that Marlena was staying in the room, and began to constantly attack herself.

With the Roaring Commandos with him, he first left the town and walked around the coastline a few times.

Find out the guard posts and defensive forces of the military camps stationed around before returning to the Bronze Bell Tavern.

In the backyard, there were dozens of young and strong young men.

"These are the best warriors in the family! They all have accurate marksmanship and are willing to sacrifice for their families! ”

Alessandro did not take the initiative to mention the sheriff's "accident", which was simply a trivial matter.

For this kind of business, the mafia has always been very good at it.

The sheriff, who looked like a fat pig, went to his mistress's house once a week.

Alessandro just called someone, and secretly made a move on his car, which was able to disguise as a brake failure, the car skidding, and unfortunately the car fell off a cliff with a car.

Anyway, there are no surveillance cameras these days, and it is impossible to find clues and find the murderer.

"Are they the 'legion' of the Kemora family, or your 'legion'?"

Luke asked faintly.

"Of course it's mine! Now, though, it's you, Mr. Corleone! ”

Alessandro seemed to have thought of an answer, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "This is Monsieur Victor-Corleone, whose father was Sicilian, and who had to leave his homeland and wander around because of the cruel persecution of Mussolini's dictator, the executioner!" ”

"And now, Mr. Corleone has a successful career! He returned to his homeland with bread and wine, guns and bullets! ”

"Start today! We are no longer members of the Kemorrah family! There is only one object of our allegiance, and that is Mr. Corleone! ”

Luke quietly watched Alessandro's performance, and saw that he said that he was Sicilian without changing his face, and tried his best to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and leaving his homeland.

It can only be said that the Oscar of later generations owes this mafia leader a little golden man!

"Sure enough, acting and lying are skills that any person in a position of authority must master."

Luke sighed.

Although Alessandro was in front of him, he was flattering like a courtier, and humble as a licking dog.

But it was behind him that represented the Allies, and with the invisible beating of several times, he had to make the mafia leader bow his head and bend down.

Luke wouldn't really have a contempt for Alessandro because of this, and no matter how docile a hungry wolf was, he would eat people.

Once you let your guard down, you may be bitten at some point.

"You are not standing here today to serve me. The name Victor Corleone is just a stranger to you......"

Luke's gaze swept over the crowd standing in the backyard, some of them were gunmen recruited by Alessandro, and some were mafia thugs.

These young people, who have never been masked, may have little loyalty to themselves.

But they are subordinate to the head of the family, to power and status.

This is the centuries-old tradition of the mafia, allegiance to the family and never betrayal.

Although the mafia that has taken root in North America has almost forgotten these outdated traditional rules.

But in Sicily, this set is still very useful.

When Mussolini purged the mafia, he arrested and tortured thousands of suspects.

Whipping, knocking out fingernails, and even electrocution, all kinds of cruel punishments beckoned, and even then few people dared to betray the family.

Even, in order to resist Fascis and Mussolini.

The mafia has set up special assassination teams according to different gangs and families, and the backbone elements are responsible for the killers.

These men called themselves the "Glorious Society" and targeted high-ranking Fascist (xi) officials and police.

The Strategic Science Corps chose the mafia as its informant precisely because these violent elements were not afraid of Mussolini's government and were easily used to buy them.