Tommy Hawk was wearing a sportswear, and at this time he was holding on to the street lamp pole in the south of Warwick City and took a few breaths, and then looked at Melonie next to him and asked:

"Auntie, you're a woman, aren't you?"

Seeing that Tommy Hawk had only run three kilometers and was a little wheezing, Melonie looked at her with disdain and mocked: "The eyes are so good, where did you see that, Tommy?" If you don't say it, I thought no one in the world would be able to discover this secret and keep running! It is 700 meters from the church of Sant'Ezio. ”

"I don't know what the point is that you suddenly forced me to run with you every day." Tommy Hawk asked puzzled: "I changed my profile two months ago, it says that I am not good at track and field, I prefer table tennis, and I am the absolute main force of the school's table tennis team. ”

Melonie lowered her voice to Tommy Hawk in a serious manner: "Don't you think what we're going to do is risky?" You have to be prepared for this, for example, at the very least, you have to have enough physical strength to escape if you are caught by the police. ”

"I can give you a reasonable explanation, there are no bullets flying in the movie, no blood, no gangsters and police, this is a harmless small business." Tommy Hawk covered his face with his hands, rubbed it a few times, and his voice came out muffled under the palm of his hand: "Meloni, you have to watch less TV series made by Californians, I found that since I told you about this small business, your spirit has become a little nervous, we are just poor ghosts selling cigarettes, not arms tycoons or drug lords selling drugs, we are not qualified to get involved in the kind of big scene you said, the most terrifying scene you can encounter may be that I accidentally looked in the opposite direction when driving a fishing boat, I should have gone north to Canada, But eventually we arrived in Cuba. ”

"Normal people get nervous." Melonie ignored Tommy's helplessness, and after dropping a sentence, she turned and continued to jog forward: "Only a freak like you can be nothing. ”

After the last 700 meters, standing outside the main entrance of the church, which was neither grand nor ornate, Melonie asked Tommy Hawke, "Why did you come to church?" ”

"It's not going to the church, it's the institution next to the church, and you see that low-key and inconspicuous sign?" Tommy Hawke said as he pointed to a two-story building next to the church.

Looking in the direction Tommy pointed, Melonie read the Italian text on the somewhat mottled sign: "Brotherhood of Ezio." ”

"Church organization?" After reading it, Melonie looked at Tommy Hawke uncertainly, and asked, "Although I have been to the church of Sant'Ezio countless times with my parents, I have not paid attention to this inconspicuous sign. ”

Tommy Hawke shook his head slightly: "Are you sure you're Italian?" Aunt? ”

"It's like you're not quite sure I'm a woman." Melonie sighed and said to Tommy Hawke, "Tommy, did your friend remind you that it's better to be more direct. ”

"It used to be a great place, and the Italians have lost their glory as a place of mutual aid in the United States, but it shouldn't be difficult to find a guide here." Tommy Hawk said to Meloni.

Tommy Hawke's Brotherhood of Ezio is an organization of Italians who once traveled across the east and west coasts of the United States, founded in 1942.

The reason for the establishment is that the United States officially entered World War II, and the U.S. government was worried that the Italians with a strong sense of family and homeland would be used by Mussolini, causing a huge hidden danger to the American mainland, so various restrictions on Italians began to be introduced in California, and then spread rapidly like a wave, expanding to the West Coast states, although hundreds of thousands of Italian-Americans served in the United States at that time, and were born and died on the battlefield, but this did not dispel the US government's suspicion of Italians.

Italians suddenly found themselves forbidden to go to the seashore, the fishing boats they relied on for their livelihood were forcibly impounded, and the Italians were subjected to a separate racial curfew, and once they were not allowed to go out at night, they had to apply for a permit from the police station if they left their homes for five kilometers.

At this time, in New York and New England on the northeast coast of the United States, because of the large number of Italian immigrants, the government could not carry out large-scale racial control, so the restrictive measures were relatively mild, mainly to probation and co-optation.

Italians value family, love associations, and especially family members, so even when Italians on the East Coast learn that their relatives or friends on the West Coast are in trouble, they lend a helping hand.

However, it was too difficult to rescue people from thousands of miles away, so it was proposed that the unemployed Italians from the west coast should be allowed to migrate to the northeast coast, and along the way, the Italian Catholic churches in the states could be used as liaison stations, and Italian religious personnel could be used as liaison officers to provide food, money, and all kinds of help to the migrants.

Thus, as this idea was accepted by the Italians, all the immigrants from the east coast of Italy almost united, gangsters, craftsmen, factory owners, traders, fishermen, barbers and even pimps...... No matter what status, no matter where they were in the United States, they were trying to get involved, providing all kinds of information and help that they could in order to save their fellow people, and in this way, a migration route of Italian descent across the United States began to appear on the map of the United States.

A large number of Italians took advantage of this migration route to secretly set off from Los Angeles, California in the southwest, using the information given by their fellow ethnic groups to bypass the interrogation, passing through various states along the way, and finally reaching New York, Boston, Portland, and Providence in the northeast, and even north to Canada.

Because the idea of using churches in various places along the route as liaison stations to help, with Italian religious personnel as liaisons, to slowly complete this tribulation of Italians, was first proposed by the pastor of the church of San Ezio in Providence, Rocky Servatore, so this Italian organization that helped the states along the route was also called the Brotherhood of Ezio.

In addition to helping their migratory compatriots, the Ezio Brotherhood would also communicate with each other in a timely manner about the attitudes of the Italians in various states and cities in the United States, and help them find suitable settlements, and it was precisely because of its existence that many children of Italian descent were able to survive the control of their parents and not starve to death.

Time has passed, and the Brotherhood of Ezio is no longer as bright as it was in the past, after all, Italians prefer to be cliqueistic, cherish family, and large institutions and organizations like the Brotherhood of Ezio, they have always been lacking in interest, believing that their feelings are limited, and they can only give them to those closest to them.

So when their relatives were rescued and the tide passed, the Italians, who had once been united, turned from a red sun to a starry sky and returned to their respective lives.

The current Brotherhood of Ezio is indeed more like a church organization used by Italian churches everywhere to maintain communication, but it retains a quality, that is, when Italians need to go to a completely unfamiliar city for some reason, you can come to the church with the word Brotherhood of Ezio for help, if there are Italians in that city, then the Brotherhood can help you contact a warm and communicative Italian fellow in that city, and provide you with help to integrate into the new city, of course, This business is now paid, like a sightseeing guide.

After listening to Tommy Hawke's story, Melonie looked at the other party in a daze for a few seconds before saying:

"Tommy, where did you hear about this? Your words have made me wonder if I am Italian, which is not recorded in American history textbooks. ”

Tommy Hawke looked at the sign and walked over: "Among the Italian immigrants who were forced to move was a baby girl named Alida Leon, who told me, let's go, let's find a guide." ”