When the sun rose the next day, Sicily maintained the rhythm of its everyday life.

The slight change were the rumors that Malèna climbed onto the bed of a prominent merchant, the constable's accident, and the strippers in the naval camp. This new gossip provided the town residents with many things to talk about at the dinner table. ​​

As long as the Allied forces didn't launch a large-scale bombing attack, as long as the air defense alarm didn't sound, Taormina was calm.

The light of dawn shone over the town along the horizon.

Luke jumped off a jeep and went back to the Walchiria Hotel.

He stayed up all night, but he was still in high spirits.

"Let Alessandro's men watch carefully and don't make any trouble!"

Before entering the door, Luke instructed.

The accompanying Dum Dum Dugan nodded to show his understanding.

At this juncture, no one should make any mistakes.

After a night of raiding and cleaning up, the naval camp was entirely under the Howling Commandos' control.

From Colonel Bonino to the junior recruits, all were taken as prisoners from the top commander.

According to Alessandro's report, after a headcount against the list, there were over 500 officers of all ranks, together with the new recruits and sailors.

Some of them inhaled too much fear gas, causing mental disorders and complete incapacitation.

Others wanted to resist but were neutralized by the Mafia, who stormed into the camp from behind.

In a word, only about 420 people survived and became prisoners.

The Mafia imprisoned all of them in the barracks and warehouses in batches and under their care.

Manelli sent a message through the only transmitter preserved in the camp, saying that naval vessels need maintenance and will not participate in patrol and defense affairs for a couple of days.

No one would find out that this naval camp had fallen into the Allies' hands during this time.

Like the shadow under the lights.

No one thought that there was a daring secret team that sneaked into the heart of the Axis, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

As for the prisoners in the naval camp, will there be any trouble?

Luke didn't worry about it. As long as the Mafia steadily provided Italian navy soldiers with food, they would be as obedient as domesticated animals.

Throughout World War II, Italian troops' strength was there, but they were unwilling to fight, and their will was extremely low. They wanted to run away when they saw other countries' troops, even if they had the advantage in numbers.

The most interesting one was when the Italian army met the British army. The former wanted to follow the usual practice and just surrender.

As a result, the latter seemed to be tired of this kind of 'fighting without fighting,' not only refusing Italy's surrender but also putting two liaison officers to death.

This angered the Italian officers, who called on their soldiers to fight back and beat the confident British army to the ground.

It can be said that this battle was Italy's most courageous one.

'If I were the Führer, I'm afraid I would feel desperate too. What kind of teammates were all these!'

Luke got rid of his superfluous thoughts and went back to his room.

"Good morning, Mr. Corleone. "

The beautiful Malèna was sitting at the dinner table. She seemed to have just taken a bath, she pulled her wavy black hair behind her head, and her beige lace silk pajamas couldn't cover up her proud figure.

Looking down, those long and straight legs stepped on the carpet, adding a seductive aura.

She was indeed the most beautiful woman in Sicily. An ordinary dress alone was enough to make many men crazy about her.

Luke calmly looked away and sat down at the table.

"This is for me? I am a little hungry. "

When he saw the seafood pasta on the table, he took it without any formalities.

Slurp! Slurp!

After a storm of slurps, Luke looked up at Malèna, who was staring blankly at him, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"I already took a bite. "

Malèna faintly said.

She isn't as wary of Luke as before.

Instead, she relaxed and stopped being too formal.

As for the reasons behind this change, Malèna herself couldn't tell.

"I'm really sorry, I've been busy all night. "

Luke said with little sincerity.

"By the way, you can call me Luke. No need to call me Corleone. I've asked Cossa to send your father to Palermo, where he can get into Sicily's best hospital for treatment and recuperation. "

"Thank you, Mr. Corle ... Luke!"

Malèna, who previously looked sad, had a smile of joy on her face.

She was holding a warm glass of milk in her hands, and her voice showed gratitude.

Thinking of the 'accident' that happened to the constable and then the proper arrangements for her father.

Malèna felt a sense of relief, and the days she spent at the Hotel was the most relaxing she had ever had.

Not having to worry about men's greedy minds and women's vicious curses.

"Don't be so polite. By the way, I will probably leave Sicily tomorrow. Cossa will take you home then. "

Luke said as if he was indifferent about it.

"Don't worry, Malèna. No one will bully you in this small town. I already told Cossa. "

The smile that appeared on Malèna's face froze for a moment.

"Yes ... I wish you a pleasant journey. "

The beautiful woman said with great reluctance.

Malèna didn't say much. She soon got up and went back to her room.

Luke's lips rose, looking at the graceful figure leaving in a hurry,

He is waiting for the night to come.

The afterglow of dusk gradually sank into the sea.

Malèna didn't come out of the bedroom until dinner time.

Luke simply packed his bags. He would no longer be Vito Corleone tomorrow but Captain Steiner from Berlin, who won the Iron Cross.

(TNote: Führer: Führer, also spelled Fuehrer, German Führer, ("Leader"), the title used by Adolf Hitler to define his role of absolute authority in Germany's Third Reich (1933–45).)

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