Marvel’s Superman

　　 The next day, early morning.

　　 There was a white fish belly on the horizon, and the golden sun jumped out of the sea, awakening the sleeping Sicily.

　　 Luke opened his eyes and got up from the big bed in the second bedroom.

　　 opened the floating curtains and took a deep breath in the morning sun.

　　 He is like a plant that performs photosynthesis, feeling the warm light infiltrate the cells bit by bit, slowly transforming the body.

　　 "It's another day full of vitality."

　　 Luke moved his muscles and bones and walked into the bathroom.

　　 After washing up, the hearty breakfast is already on the table.

　　 "I don't know Xhosa's mission, have you completed it?"

　　 Luke rolled the seafood pasta with a fork and thought while eating.

　　 This beautiful island is almost isolated from the world. The chief executive is divided into the governor, the mayor, and the lowermost sheriff.

　　 Kill the sheriff in the small town of Taormina, and take advantage of the blank period of electing a successor, the Mafia can do things more conveniently.

　　 "I don't know what Rogers is doing now? Are you still on stage?"

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

　　 After a rare sleep, Malena opened the door carefully.

　　 Seeing Luke sitting at the table, enjoying food quickly and efficiently.

　　 She looked like a frightened little deer, and her head that came out was so scared that she quickly retracted.

　　 "Wake up? I have someone prepare a change of clothes for you. Come over and eat something."

　　 Luke smiled and whispered softly: "Marlena, you stay with me under the same roof, you always meet, what's the use of avoiding me."

　　 After listening, Malena walked out silently in her silk pajamas.

　　 bent down and picked up the brand new clothes on the sofa, and then returned to the room.

　　 More than ten minutes later, the door of the master bedroom was opened, and Malena dressed in a homely dress was replaced, and she sat down at the dining table somewhat restrained.

　　 "The noodles are cold, only sandwiches and juice."

　　 Luke raised his head and looked at it, and it really fits.

　　 applied super vision to guess the measurements of a woman, he was probably the first one.

"I told Xhosa, I'll let you go back in a few days-don't get me wrong, Malena. I came to Sicily to do something. I won't stay long. I will probably leave tomorrow and the next day for confidentiality. Temporarily wronged you to stay here for two days."

　　 Luke's polite attitude made Malena's tight heartstrings relax a little.

　　 Just like Alessandro said, she has no job now, no source of income, and food control during the war, has become a sweet cake for men in Sicily, everyone wants to come over and have a taste.

　　If she hadn't met Luke, Malena would one day let go of her inner persistence, and head toward degeneration with desperation and numbness in her heart.

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Corleone!"

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

　　 While biting her sandwich, she watched Luke who was reading the newspaper.

　　Clean short black hair, deep facial contours, slightly sharp eyes...

　　 in Sicily, I believe it can fascinate a lot of passionate and beautiful girls!

　　 "Marlena, I want to go out, you can contact the waiter at the hotel and they will prepare it for you."

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

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

　　 "Good, good. Mr. Corleone."

　　 Malena leaned at the door, watching Luke leaving behind, feeling at ease inexplicably.

　　 She had already planned to become a plaything, but the haze of life seemed to have a glimmer of hope.

　　 Malena returned to the table with a complicated mood. She inadvertently saw the spread out of the newspaper. On the particularly bold and eye-catching title, it said--

Shock! The sheriff drove down the cliff, and the truth behind it turned out to be this!

　　 "The sheriff is dead?"

　　 Malena was dazed, not knowing what to say.

　　 The heaviest rock on her body just disappeared like this?

and many more……

　　 is Mr. Corleone!

　　Marlena thought of the domineering tyrants in Sicily, and no one dared to provoke Her Excellency Alessandro, all humbly bowed to the young man and carefully showed her favor.

　　 "Is it really him?"

　　 Malena, who experienced great emotional ups and downs, looked at the clear blue sky and white clouds outside the window, her heart was like a turbulent sea, and she couldn't calm down anymore.

　　……

　　……

　　 Luke, who left the hotel, didn't even know Malena who was staying in the room, and he started to self-guide.

　　 With the roaring commando, he first left the town and wandered around the coastline a few times.

　　 After finding out the guard posts and defensive forces of the surrounding military camps, he returned to the Bronze Bell Tavern.

　　 In the backyard, there are dozens of young and strong boys standing.

　　 "These are the best fighters in the family! All of them have accurate marksmanship and are willing to sacrifice for the family!"

　　 Alessandro did not take the initiative to mention the "accident" of the sheriff, which was a trivial matter at all.

　　 For this type of business, the Mafia has always been very good at it.

　　 The sheriff who looks like a fat pig goes to his mistress's house once a week.

　　 Alessandro was just calling someone, and if he secretly moved his hands and feet on his car, he could pretend that the brakes failed, the car slipped, and unfortunately led the car and fell off the cliff.

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

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

　　 Luke asked lightly.

　　 "Of course it is mine! But now it is Mr. Corleone yours!"

Alessandro seemed to have thought of answering a long time ago. He shouted with his throat: "This is Mr. Vido Corleone. His father is a Sicilian, because he was brutally persecuted by the dictator and executioner of Mussolini. I had to leave my hometown and wander around!"

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

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

　　 Luke quietly admired Alessandro's performance, and saw him say he was a Sicilian without changing his face, trying to exaggerate the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and leaving his hometown.

　　 can only say that the later Oscar owes this mafia leader a little golden man!

　　 "Sure enough, acting and lying are skills that any superior person must master."

　　 Luke sighed.

　　Although Alessandro is in front of him, flattering like a jester, humble like licking a dog.

　　 But that was behind him representing the Allied Powers. With repeated invisible beatings, the mafia leader had to lower his head and bend his body.

　　 Luke will not really be contemptuous of Alessandro because of this, even the docile hungry wolf will eat people.

　　 Once you relax your guard, you might get a bite at some point.

　　 "You are not standing here today to be loyal to me. The name Vidor Corleone is just a stranger to you..."

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

　　 These unmasked young people may not have much loyalty to themselves.

　　 But they submit to the leader of the family, to power and status.

　　 This is the tradition of the Mafia for hundreds of years, loyal to the family and never betrayed.

　　 Although it is said that the Mafia rooted in North America, it has almost forgotten these outdated traditional rules.

　　 But in Sicily, this set is still very useful.

　　 When Mussolini was purging the Mafia, he arrested thousands of suspects and tortured them.

　　 whips, nails knocked off, even electrocution, various cruel punishments greeted them, even so few people dared to betray the family.

　　 even, in order to resist Fascius (xi) and Mussolini.

　　 According to different gangs and families, the Mafia has set up assassination teams, with key members acting as killers.

　　 These people called themselves the "Glorious Society", and the targets of the assassination were high-ranking officials and the police.

　　 The Strategic Science Corps chose the Mafia as its informant because it was fancy that this group of violent elements were not afraid of the Mussolini government, and they were easy to be used for buying.