Chapter 22

The next day, early in the morning.

A wave of white fish belly appeared in the sky, and the golden sun jumped to the sea level to wake up the sleeping Sicily.

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

Open the floating curtains and take a deep breath in the face of the rising sun.

He is like a photosynthetic plant, feeling the warm light seeping into the cells bit by bit and slowly transforming the body.

"Another full day."

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

After washing, the rich breakfast was already on the table.

"I don't know if cosa's task has been completed?"

Luke thought as he ate seafood pasta rolled with a fork.

This beautiful island is almost isolated from the world. The chief executive is divided into governor, district governor and the lowest magistrate.

Kill the Sheriff of Taormina Town, and take advantage of the blank period of selecting a successor, the Mafia can do things more conveniently.

"I don't know what Rogers is doing now. Is he still performing on the stage?"

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

Malina, who had rarely slept safely, carefully opened the door.

See Luke sitting at the table, eating food quickly and efficiently.

She was like a frightened deer, so frightened that she put her head back.

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

Luke smiled and whispered, "Malena, you stay under the same roof with me and always meet. What's the use of avoiding me."

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

Bend down, pick up the brand-new clothes on the sofa and go back to the room.

More than ten minutes later, the door of the master bedroom was opened, Malina, dressed in home clothes, sat down at the table.

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

Luke looked up and saw that it was a good fit.

He was probably the first to apply super vision to guessing a woman's circumference.

"I told cosa 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'll leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In order to keep it a secret, I temporarily wronged you to stay here for two days."

Luke's courteous attitude made Malena relax a little.

As Alessandro said, she has no job, no source of income and food control during the war. She has become a sweet cake greedy for Sicilian men. Everyone wants to come and have a taste.

If she doesn't meet Luke, Malena will one day put down her inner persistence and go to depravity with full of despair and numbness.

"Thank you, Mr. Corleone!"

Thinking of this, Malena couldn't help feeling grateful to the young man sitting opposite.

She nibbled at the sandwich and watched Luke reading the newspaper.

Clean short black hair, deep facial contour, slightly sharp eyes

In Sicily, I believe it can fascinate many passionate and beautiful girls!

"Malena, I'm going out. If I need anything, you can contact the hotel attendant and they'll prepare it for you."

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

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

"Yes, yes, Mr. Corleone."

Malena leaned against the door and looked at Luke's back as she left. She felt relieved for some reason.

Originally, she had planned to become a plaything, but there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in her gloomy life.

With mixed feelings, Malena returned to the table. She inadvertently saw the spread newspaper, which was prominently written on the bold headline——

Shock! This is the truth behind the sheriff driving down a cliff!

"The sheriff is dead?"

Malena was stunned and didn't know what to say.

The heaviest stone on her body disappeared like this?

Wait

It's Mr. Corleone!

When Malena thought of the Lord Alessandro, who was domineering in Sicily and no one dared to provoke, she bowed to the young man and showed her kindness carefully.

"Is it really him?"

After experiencing ups and downs in emotion, Malena looked at the clear blue sky and white clouds outside the window. Her heart was like a sea with waves, and she could no longer calm down.

……

……

Luke, who left the hotel, didn't even know that Malena was staying in the room and began to constantly make self strategies.

With the roaring commandos, he first left the town and walked around the coastline for a few times.

Find out the guard posts and defense forces stationed in the surrounding barracks before returning to the Tongzhong tavern.

In the backyard stood dozens of young and strong young men.

"These are the best soldiers in the family! They all have accurate shooting skills and are willing to sacrifice for the family!"

Alessandro did not take the initiative to mention the sheriff's "accident", which was a trivial matter.

The mafia has always been good at this kind of business.

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

Alessandro just called people and secretly moved his hands and feet on his car. He could pretend that the brake failed and the car skidded. Unfortunately, he even took his car and fell off the cliff.

Anyway, there are no surveillance cameras these days. It's impossible to find clues and find the killer.

"Are they the 'Legion' of the kemora family or your 'Legion'?"

Luke asked faintly.

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

Alessandro seemed to have thought of answering. He shouted at the top of his voice, "this is Mr. Vito Corleone. His father was Sicilian. Because of the cruel persecution of Mussolini's dictator and executioner, he had to leave his hometown and wander around!"

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

"From today on! We are no longer members of the comora family! There is only one object of our loyalty, that is Mr. Corleone!"

Luke quietly enjoyed Alessandro's performance, saw him say he was Sicilian, and tried to play up the helplessness and anger of being persecuted and leaving his hometown.

It can only be said that future generations of Oscar owe this Mafia leader a little golden man!

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

Luke sighed.

Although Alessandro was as flattering as a jester and as humble as a licking dog before him.

But it was the Allies behind him. With three invisible blows, the Mafia leader had to lower his head and bend down.

Luke will not really despise Alessandro. No matter how docile the hungry wolf is, he will eat people.

Once you relax your vigilance, you may get a bite sometime.

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

Luke's eyes swept through the people standing in the backyard, some of whom were gunmen recruited by Alessandro and some were Mafia thugs.

These unshaven young people may not be loyal to themselves.

But they are subject 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 the Mafia, which took root in North America, is about to forget these untimely traditional rules.

But in Sicily, this set is still very useful.

When Mussolini launched the cleansing of the Mafia, he arrested thousands of suspects and tortured them.

Whipping, knocking off fingernails, even electrocution torture, all kinds of cruel punishment, even so, few people dare to betray the family.

Even, in order to resist Francis and Mussolini.

According to different gangs and families, the mafia has set up an assassination team, with key elements as killers.

These people call themselves "glorious society", and the assassination targets are senior officials and police in Fassi (XI).

The strategic science Corps chose the Mafia as its informant precisely because these violent elements are not afraid of Mussolini's government and are easy to be used and bought.