London, allied command.

The secret base of the strategic science reserve has a busy and hot atmosphere.

A month later, the intelligence agencies of the Allies had a fierce confrontation with the hydra.

Spies and agents of both sides are active in important cities in the rear.

Such as Berlin in the axis camp, London, New York and Poland in the alliance camp.

People on both sides are constantly intercepting each other\'s intelligence. Although the strategic science reserve has gathered elites from the whole alliance, it is still at a disadvantage in the face of the hidden and powerful Hydra.

"Up to now, we haven\'t found the exact location of the Hydra base! Where were the captured Allied soldiers sent? What experiments were the German Nazis secretly conducting? We don\'t know!"

Colonel Phillips roared loudly, and his severe reprimand echoed in the room, silencing the people below.

"In just one month, we sacrificed 13 agents and found four spies inside the axis... This is the biggest loss the strategic science reserve has suffered since its establishment! The allied command is very disappointed with us! And I am also very disappointed with you!"

Colonel Phillips was angry. He received a call from President Roosevelt yesterday.

Although the man in power in the White House did not express any opinion on the strategic science Corps.

But in tone, the Colonel could hear a faint sense of accountability.

Originally, the Allies gradually pushed forward on the battlefield, and many people felt that the axis powers were gone.

But no one expected to get the red skeleton of the cosmic magic cube, use the scientific reserves of Hydra, develop extremely powerful energy weapons, and apply them to hot weapons such as guns and tanks.

Black technology beyond an era has brought the collapse trend of the axis countries to a standstill.

The situation of falling back and falling into a disadvantage has also been alleviated.

On the contrary, the Allies began to show fatigue on the battlefield in Eastern Europe, and the established defense front was even more precarious.

For a series of reasons, the strategic science Corps is under great pressure.

They have not yet figured out the technical support behind the energy weapons mastered by Hydra.

As for the exact location of the military factory and the secret base, I didn\'t even touch the shadow.

Hydra\'s agents have long penetrated up and down the allies, making it impossible to prevent.

This makes the team led by Colonel Phillips always in a passive state in intelligence.

"Have you heard from Luke?"

After venting his anger, Colonel Phillips turned and looked at Peggy Carter.

Now he can only place his hope on Luke. If the plan to raid Rome and help the Allies land in Sicily succeeds.

Not only will the morale of the Allies soar, but also the status of the strategic science Corps will rise.

"I received a telegram from captain Carville yesterday. They occupied a naval camp near Sicily. The allies will land at 3:40 this afternoon with the assistance of the local Mafia. This operation is code named \'Trojan horse\'!"

Carter reported meticulously.

She didn\'t think Luke could really do it.

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

Now it\'s only one step away from success!

……

……

Italy, Rome time, 2:00 p.m.

Luke approached Venice Square as if there were no one. The first thing to see was the magnificent palace on the north side of Mount cabitolio.

The most beautiful building in Rome, once the residence of the Pope, later fell into Mussolini\'s hands.

The dictator often spoke to the people gathered in the square on the wide balcony.

The rank of captain, the identity of the Berlin secret envoy, and the dum bullet Dugan standing behind him saved him from being questioned by the patrol guards.

"When will Mussolini meet us?"

Dugan asked in a low voice.

"At four o\'clock in the afternoon, when he gets up from his mistress\'s bed."

Luke smiled.

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

"Manelli, they should be moving soon."

Dugan nodded silently.

According to the plan, Jimmy, a sniper, has occupied a commanding height, and Kenneth, a raider, drives a truck and slowly stops on the roadside a street away.

It contained twenty gunmen carefully selected from Mafia members and a macchin heavy machine gun.

Alessandro didn\'t know how much time it took to bring it in.

Wait, it\'s them who attract the attention of the defenders of Venice Square, wantonly create chaos and create the most appropriate opportunity for Luke.

"You said, will Mr. Mussolini be surprised to see us?"

At this time, Luke still kept calm and wanted to joke.

Dugan, standing behind him, couldn\'t help admiring his calm state of mind.

His legs trembled slightly at the thought of what happened next.

As time went by, it seemed to go very slowly.

"Go in."

Luke showed his military pass and entered the reception hall of the Venice palace.

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

Like a boulder falling into a calm lake, it triggered unprecedented unrest!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The harsh whistle sounded, a team of patrol guards suddenly set out, and the military and police quickly surrounded the whole Venice Square, trying to find the sniper hiding in the dark.

Another series of gunshots roared. Commando Kenneth opened the rain cloth of the truck, and 20 elite Mafia gunmen rushed out.

The fierce fire caught the patrol guards of Rome by surprise.

Kenneth operated the macchin heavy machine gun at Luke\'s command.

A long flame swept through, and the army, police and guards poured down one after another.

For a moment, it was difficult to break through the death net intertwined with bullets.

"Protect the leader!"

Luke shouted excitedly and walked out of the reception hall without hesitation.

At this time, no matter politicians or guards, they simply don\'t care about identifying the enemy and ourselves.

What\'s more, Luke wears the rank of Captain and German uniform, which is the best pass.

Ordinary soldiers did not dare to stop, and those senior officers had no spare time to cross examine him and let him go all the way up the stairs.

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

Dum bullet Dugan, who followed closely, swallowed his saliva, but the enemy was all around.

"Enough!"

Luke took two steps together and came to Mussolini\'s office floor at an amazing speed.

The security here is obviously tighter than outside. Italy\'s dictator is protected by Nazis soldiers.

They wore Hydra armbands and were not alarmed by sudden gunfire.

On the contrary, he guarded Mussolini more closely and maintained the basic order.

A strange face like Luke was stopped and questioned as soon as he rushed in, even if he held the rank of captain of the third empire.

"No passage! Report your identity!"

Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense and kicked out. The Na soldiers who stopped him directly broke their sternum and flew out upside down!

The rest of the team members had no reaction, but they were neatly twisted and broke their necks.

"Create riots and attract fire!"

Dugan heard Luke\'s explanation and nodded quickly.

He took out his pistol and ran to a higher level. At the same time, he fired several bullets downstairs, which really attracted more guards.

Dense footsteps echoed in the corridor. Luke strode forward, shouting "protect the leader" and "the enemy is running upstairs", and touched Mussolini\'s conference room.

He was already fully prepared. The Italian dictator had the habit of drinking afternoon tea at two o\'clock every day and liked to stay in the third conference room on the right-hand side of the corridor.

When you are interested, you will call your mistress to vent your exuberant energy.

The sound of gun shooting came one after another. Luke was like a tiger into a flock of sheep, knocking down the Na soldiers who wanted to stop him one after another.

This time, he didn\'t keep his hand!

After all, it hurts when a submachine gun bullet hits you.

With his fingers closed, Luke pinched the hard helmet into scrap iron, and the last blocker fell in front of him.

Boom!

Kick open the door of the conference room!

In the conference room sat a bald man with a frightened look in his eyes.

A Walter p38 pistol made in Germany was aimed at Luke who broke in.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three bullets made clear holes in Luke\'s German uniform, but there was no blood.

"That\'s it?"

Luke took out the withered warhead with his hand and said with a friendly smile, "Hello, Mr. Mussolini."

"Who are you, the Liberal Party, or those guys on the revolutionary front?"

Mussolini looked at Luke himself with the eyes of the monster.

Can\'t the bullet pierce his skin?

Luke didn\'t answer. He went straight over and picked up the Italian dictator like a chicken.

"I\'m Italian..."

Pop!

A slap in the face of Mussolini, the cheek immediately swollen.

This is the result of Luke\'s convergence!

"I don\'t care who you are, Mr. Benito Mussolini. Please face up to the fact that you have become a prisoner."

Luke\'s cold eyes pushed Mussolini onto the balcony where he often gave speeches.

The square of Venice was full of gunfire and chaos.

"Rome was taken over by us! From this moment on, there was no dictator! There was no fascism!"

Luke looked down at the crowd below, and the loud voice spread far away.

The sun shines on him like a hero in a mythological epic.