"Have you heard from Luke?"

  After venting his anger, Colonel Philips turned and looked at Peggy Carter next to him. ??

  He could only pin his hopes on Luke's success now. If the raid on Rome is successful, the plan to help the Allies land in Sicily would be successful.

  Not only will the Allies' morale soar, but the status of the SSR would also rise.

  "I received a telegram from Captain Cavill yesterday. They occupied a naval camp near Sicily. At 3:40 this afternoon, the Allied forces will land on shore with the local Mafia's help. This operation is codenamed as 'Trojan Horse'!"

  Carter's meticulously reported.

  She didn't expect Luke actually to do it.

  Take a team, go deep into the enemy's hinterland, and raid the leader!

  Now, they were one step away from success!

  …


  Italy, Rome.

  Time: 2 P.M. sharp.

  As Luke approached Venice Square, the first thing that struck him is the magnificent palace on the north side of Capitoline Hill.

  Once the Pope's residence, the most beautiful building in Rome now fell into Mussolini's hands.

  The dictator often spoke to the people gathered in the square from the expansive balcony.

  With the rank of Captain, the status of Berlin envoy, and Dum Dum Dugan is standing behind him, which spared him the trouble of being interrogated by the patrolling guards.

  "When will Mussolini meet us?"

  Dugan asked in a low voice.

  "At 4 P.M. When he gets up from his mistress' bed."

  Luke chuckled.

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

  "Manelli and the others should be moving soon."

  Dugan nodded silently.

  According to the plan, Jimmy, the sniper, had already secured a high point. Kenneth, the gunner, was driving a truck and slowly pulling up to the side of the road, a block away.

  It contained twenty shooters, carefully selected from Mafia members, and a Maxim heavy machine gun.

  It must have taken Alessandro a lot of hard work to bring that thing in without being found.

  The next step was for them to attract the Venetian Square guards' attention, create chaos, and create the best opportunity for Luke.

  "Do you think Mr. Mussolini will be surprised to see us later?"

  At this time, Luke still remained calm and had the heart to make jokes.

  Dugan, who stood behind him, couldn't help admiring this calm state of mind.

  When he thought about what was going to happen next, his legs slightly shook.

  The time passed by minute by minute; it seemed to go very slowly.

  "Go in. "

  Luke showed the pass issued by the military and entered the parlors of the Venice Palace .

  Just after he disappeared from Venice Square, a very abrupt shot broke the peace in Rome.

  Like a boulder crashing into the calm lake, causing unprecedented turmoil!

  "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

  The ear-piercing whistle blew, and a team of patrolling guards sprang into action while military police quickly surrounded the entire Venice Square in an attempt to find the sniper hiding in the shadows.

  Another series of gunshots boomed as Kenneth lifted the tarp off the truck. Twenty of the Mafia's best gunmen emerged from it.

  This heavy fire caught the patrolling guards of Rome by surprise.

  Kenneth operated the Maxim heavy machine gun according to Luke's command.

  A long stream of gunfire swept through the crowd of military police and guards, who fell one after another.

  For a while, it was difficult to break through this deadly web of interwoven bullets.

  "Protect the Leader!"

  Luke shouted with excitement and walked out of the parlor without a second thought.

  At this time, politicians and guards alike couldn't be bothered to distinguish between the enemy and themselves.

  What's more, Luke is wearing a Captain's rank and German military uniform, which was the best pass.

  The ordinary soldiers didn't dare to stop him, and those senior officers had no extra time to cross-examine and let him walk along the stairs.

  "Captain! Kenneth won't last long. He can hold it for five more minutes at most!"

  Dum Dum Dugan, who was following closely behind, gulped, feeling surrounded by enemy troops.

  "That's enough!"

  Luke walked briskly and arrived at Mussolini's office floor with amazing speed.

  The security here is obviously stricter than the outside, and Nazi soldiers protected the Italian dictator.

  They wore Hydra armbands and weren't alarmed by the sudden sound of gunfire.

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

  The Nazi soldier stopped an unfamiliar face like Luke for questioning as soon as he rushed up, even though he held the rank of Captain in the Third Reich.

  "No passage! State your identity!"

  Luke didn't bother to talk and kicked out. The Nazi soldier who intercepted him suffered a broken sternum and flew backward!

  Before the rest of the group could react, their necks were cleanly snapped.

  "Create a disturbance and draw fire!"

  Dugan nodded his head when he heard Luke's instructions.

  He pulled out his pistol and ran further up the stairs while firing a few rounds down the stairs, drawing more guards.

  Intensive footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Luke strode forward, shouting "Protect the Leader!" and "The enemy ran upstairs!" as he made his way to Mussolini's conference room.

  He was fully prepared. The Italian dictator had the habit of having afternoon tea at 2 P.M. every day and liked to stay in the third conference room on the corridor's right-hand side.

  When the mood strikes, he will call his mistress over to vent some of his unbridled energy.

  The sound of guns shooting kept coming and going. Like a tiger in a herd of sheep, Luke knocked the Nazi soldiers who tried to stop him to the ground.

  This time, he didn't hold back!