Soon after the sun sank into the horizon, night began to fall, and although the illustrious former owner had been reduced to a prisoner, the Venetian Palace was still bright, and several guests from the United States had temporarily moved in, and with various thoughts, the dignitaries and celebrities of the kingdom took the opportunity to visit the temporary owner of the place, and held a series of drinks with the tacit consent of a certain gentleman. ∽ Politicians, bureaucrats, bankers, and unknown foreigners mingled among the halls, wandering its halls, and if they found their goal, some of them would come together and whisper in the name of admiring the works of art hanging on the orange and pale blue walls - it is clear that Verone's and McNadi's landscapes, portraits, and Madonnades were not as attractive as one might think.

Of course, this does not mean that the guests are not polite to the hosts, and it turns out that those small gestures are completely harmless, and it is the other people who are not aware of the amorous feelings.

"Kill the Americans!"

"For Italy!"

The slogan sounded violently, and then quickly calmed down, not attracting the attention of the guests at all.

Just like the guys who often appear and disappear mysteriously during this time, there are always some ambitious people trying to do something.

Of course, they all failed without exception.

This time they didn't even manage to break into the hall to frighten the lovely and ill-intentioned guests, and after the followers of the present prime minister sneaked in, the intimate host came to the Italian courtyard in front of the palace to give the poor fellows a farewell ceremony.

The pale limbs were still twitching slightly, and the red blood bubbled up like a fountain from the small holes in the skull, and soon soaked the damp soil with the liquid flowing from the bodies of the corpses of their former compatriots, and the warm breath of life gradually dissipated in the evening breeze, replaced by a sweet smell different from the sea or fresh earth.

"Sir?" Tarbert had just returned from outside and saw his boss coming out of the garden and immediately knew that something was wrong.

"I've called my brothers out, it's been so bad lately." He said angrily. You have to go into the hall to find the other sailors.

But Eric stopped him.

"Don't be so nervous." He waved his hand casually, and the power was transmitted behind him. Crossing his boss's shoulder, Tarbert saw a dozen men in black lying on the ground quietly decomposing in the bright moonlight.

"Let them enjoy themselves, they deserve it, knowing that there won't be too many of these scenes in the future." Eric said meaningfully, and then saw Barry walk out of the hall on his own, running to the side and making a gesture of following orders.

It was very discerning, which made him look up to the rude sailors.

There are buried geniuses everywhere in the world, and it is even more difficult for mediocre people to get ahead. Only if you are good at seizing important opportunities and be able to control your desires. Those who hope can go further. It is conceivable that if the guys in the hall with the aura of Italian conquerors do not have more achievements and their own abilities cannot be improved, the psychological gap after returning to China will naturally make them miserable, and they will use the second half of their lives to constantly recall the beautiful experiences they have experienced.

If you are wise, you should follow the example of Tarbert and Barry, and a good and responsible boss will naturally think of them, or keep your eyes open and take the opportunity to find some reliable Italians to befriend them. There will also be some gains. Even a cheeky merry lady who climbed into a certain widow would make more sense than anesthetize herself with alcohol and cheap compliments like this.

But this has nothing to do with Eric, he has done everything he can for these people, whether to take his fate into his own hands. Just look at what each person thinks.

Bringing the only two smart men back into the hall, Eric socialized all the way, and he was so popular that it took almost ten minutes to walk the short walk from the side door to the conference room.

When the door closes. He looked as merry as the pleasure-indulged sailors outside, with a few bright lip prints on his cheeks and a slightly untidy shirt. Coupled with the bottle of wine that I just picked up, if I let someone who doesn't know see it, maybe I'll think it's a playboy who has infiltrated a nightclub.

However, Tarbert looked closely, and his boss's eyes were only clear.

The amber liquid poured into the crystalline glass, and Eric savored it slowly.

Now that no one bothered, the dutiful Tarbert began to report to his boss about the day.

"The telegraph office still has not received a useful reply." He simply said that the facts are more ridiculous than the novel.

After receiving Eric's telegram and the communiqué of the King of Italy announcing the abolition of the Prime Minister, the Allied command was almost in disarray, completely disrupted by the sudden change. Both the British and American governments were desperate to find out what had happened to Rome, the State Department and the Pentagon were asking for direct reporting to them, and the War Department and the Admiralty were receiving feedback and asking for it to be included in their leadership - they demanded a lot, but few concrete feasible measures.

There was no answer, either in response to an attack by the Germans at any moment, or on the question of the continuation of the polity, which was of paramount concern to the top of the kingdom.

In fact, this is nothing, and the historical Allied controversy over Italy continued until early 1945, with some wanting to punish the country and others arguing that there was no need to be too harsh. What's more, the conquest of a civilized country by nine people is too absurd, and the people above are not shocked to the point of aphasia, which is a good expression, they do not know that this fruit has already ripened, and they are only waiting for those who are prepared to pick it gently.

"Then leave them alone, when the headquarters sends someone, we will hand over everything here." Eric said lightly. "This is not a full-fledged military operation, but an armed kidnapping, or a slashing assault. Once the operation is successful, it ceases to belong to the military sphere. In order not to be robbed of the gains by others, or even betrayed by disgruntled guys, it is better for us to be the first to sell the country to someone else. ”

Tarbert and Barry looked at each other and asked, "Sell it to whom?" ”

"United Kingdom, United States; 6 Army, Navy; State Department, Pentagon – there are people everywhere who are interested, but there is only one ultimate buyer, and that is the lucky Ike, who will not honor no matter how high the bid is except him. Eric said lightly, telling the two of them the benefits of doing so.

Mr. Dwight, who was promoted very quickly, had just been promoted to general of the 6th Army in February this year for his merits in North Africa, and he was supposed to launch the Sicilian offensive after June, but now he was disrupted by Eric, and Italy handed him over just to bridge the relationship, and at the same time, Tarbert and Barry could also take this big ship with a bright future and lay out for the future in advance.

"We all know that there's not much we can do. Italy's actions ended with Mussolini's arrival, followed by the political phase. The Italians are very good because they need to cooperate with us to show goodwill to the Allies, and the Allies also need to achieve greater results politically and militarily, and we are only being bridges at the right time, not that our strength is really enough to conquer a country. After the first shot was fired, the most critical question was how to bring the operation to a successful conclusion. ”

Eric's advice is equivalent to an order, and it is difficult for the two sailors to come up with their own opinions, but since they are willing to seize the opportunity, the good commander is naturally willing to provide a platform for them.

In addition to the news from the Telegraph Bureau, Tarbert brought a list of names that the new cabinet seemed to want to do with the hands of the Americans.

Eric's interest in this kind of thing was not there, and he glanced at it lightly, and the paper list turned to ashes on its own.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Barry's eyes were both frightened and excited, so he leaned closer forward.

"Got it, Glenn." Eric said, calling Tarbert's name. "Yesterday another person died in Brooklyn, although the world is dying every day, but the death of a person I know is still unpleasant, he is a good person."

"Maybe he didn't have to die, I could have saved his life with the movement of a finger or a word - but I didn't. To make sure he left the world as fate would have it, I pushed him in the back. Although there is reason to believe that it is more meaningful for him to die than to live, I still feel sad. ”

At this point, he was silent for a moment.

"Why can't you live easily, why do you have to deprive others of their lives to make yourself safer, what is wrong, or is the world the way it is?"

Eric muttered to himself, sounding a little tired, but instead of cloudiness and vicissitudes in his eyes, there was a condensation of an almost transparent depth.

"Maybe the world is like this."

Neither sailor knew what he was talking about, but Tarbert from Africa eventually gave his own answer, and Eric didn't look at his mind, perhaps the African-American remembered the law of the jungle in his native East African savannah.

Thinking of the war on an unprecedented scale that has now embroiled the whole world, perhaps the cruel bestiality is not far from the self-proclaimed spirit of all human beings - perhaps it has never left.

"I think you're right. If you want to dream of peace in the world, it will be impossible to replace the position that others are accustomed to, but let me relax today. There has been too much blood shed lately, and if this is a must-see, let the Italians do it themselves. ”

With that, Eric stood up, and in his senses, a strange guest flew over the distant sky.

At this time, a multi-purpose long-range military transport reconnaissance aircraft Junkers Ju-29O from Germany was quietly approaching the Italian capital.

Except for a few armed men on board, there was only one black man with blood-red skin.

"Mr. Asazo, we can only send you here." Through the sound of the motive, a German agent shouted at the red-skinned man. "According to our reliable intelligence, Mussolini is now heavily guarded, and Yuan needs your abilities. If successful, we will meet at the agreed place. ”

After listening to the agent's arrangement, Asazo nodded, and after he glanced down, he dissipated into a puff of red smoke and dust into the void. (To be continued!)

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