Marvel World New Magneto

Not long after the sun set on the horizon, night began to fall. Although the former owner with a prominent status has been reduced to a prisoner, the Venice Palace is still bright at this moment. Several guests from the United States have temporarily moved in. I took the opportunity to visit the temporary owner of this place, and held a series of receptions with the acquiescence of a certain gentleman.Politicians, bureaucrats, bankers and unidentified foreigners have mixed in and wandered around its halls. If they find the target in their hearts, some people will admire the orange and light blue walls hanging on the walls. Whispering together in the name of the works of art of Verrone and Menardi—clearly, the landscapes, portraits, and Madonnas of Verrone and Menardier are not as attractive as one might think.

Of course, this does not mean that the guests are not polite to the host. Facts have proved that those small gestures are completely harmless, and it is the other incomprehensible guys who really hurt people.

"Kill the Americans!"

"For Italy!"

The slogan sounded violently, and then quickly subsided, without attracting the guests' attention at all.

Just like the guys who often appear and disappear strangely during this period, there are always some ambitious people trying to make some feats.

Of course, they failed without exception.

This time they didn't even break into the hall to scare those lovely and unpredictable guests. After discovering that the followers of the former prime minister had sneaked in, the caring host came to the Italian courtyard in front of the palace to hold a farewell ceremony for these poor guys. .

The pale limbs were still twitching slightly, and the crimson blood gushed out of the small hole in the skull like a fountain, and soon soaked the damp soil together with the liquid flowing out from the body of the compatriots before the corpses, and the warm breath of life was in the air. It gradually dissipated in the evening wind, replaced by a sweet smell different from sea water or fresh soil.

"Sir?" Tarbert had just rushed back from the outside, and when he saw his boss walk out of the garden, he immediately knew that there was another problem.

"I'll call my brothers out. It's been too shameful recently." He said angrily, and was about to enter the hall to find other sailors.

But Eric stopped him.

"Don't be so nervous." He waved his hands casually, and the power was conveyed behind him.Looking over his boss's shoulders, Tarbert saw a dozen men in black lying on the ground quietly disintegrating under the bright moonlight.

"Let them enjoy themselves, this is what they deserve. You must know that this kind of scene will not be too many in the future." Eric said meaningfully.Then I saw Barry coming out of the hall alone, running to his side and making a gesture of obeying orders.

He had good eyesight, which made him look up to the rude sailor.

There are hidden geniuses everywhere in the world, and it is even more difficult for mediocre people to rise to the top.Only those who are good at seizing important opportunities and can control their desires can go further. It is conceivable that those guys in the hall with the aura of Italian conquerors at this moment do not have more achievements.Their own ability can not be improved.The psychological gap after returning to China will naturally make them feel miserable, and spend the rest of their lives reminiscing about the wonderful experiences they have experienced.

If you are smart, you should learn from Tarbert and Barry. A responsible and good boss will naturally consider them, or keep your eyes open and take the opportunity to find some reliable Italians to make friends with, and there will be some gains.It would be more meaningful to even have the cheek to climb up to some widowed lady than to numb yourself with alcohol and cheap compliments.

But none of this has anything to do with Eric.He has done everything he can for these people, whether he should take his fate into his own hands.Just look at everyone's ideas.

Bringing the only two smart people back to the hall, Eric socialized along the way, he was so popular that the short walk from the side door to the meeting room was almost 10 minutes away over.

When the door was closed, he looked as romantic as those sailors who indulged in pleasure outside, with a few bright lip prints on his cheeks, and a slightly disheveled shirt, plus the bottle of wine he just picked up. People who don't know may think that this is a playboy who sneaked into a nightclub after seeing it.

But Tarbert looked carefully, and the boss's eyes were only clear.

The amber liquid was poured into the crystal wine glass, and Eric slowly tasted it.

With no one to bother now, the dutiful Tarbert began to report to his superiors on the situation of the day.

"The telegraph office still hasn't received a useful reply." He said simply, the truth is more ridiculous than the fiction.

After receiving Eric's plaintext telegram and the Italian King's communiqué announcing the abolition of the Prime Minister, the Allied Command was almost in chaos, and they were completely thrown into disarray by the sudden change.The British and American governments are desperately trying to find out what happened in Rome, the State Department and the Pentagon are asking people here to report directly to them, the War Department and the Navy Department have received feedback, and at the same time demanded that this place be included in their leadership-they There are many requirements, but there are few specific feasible measures.

Whether it is to deal with the attack that the Germans may launch at any time, or the question of the continuation of the political system that the highest level of the kingdom is most concerned about, there is no answer.

In fact, this is not a big deal. Historically, the allies’ disputes over Italy continued until early 1945. Some people hope to punish this country, while others think that it is not necessary to be too harsh.What's more, the fact that nine people conquered a civilized country is too absurd. It is a good performance that the people above are not shocked to the point of losing their words. They don't know that this fruit is already ripe, and it is only waiting for those who are prepared to pick it gently.

"Then don't worry about them. When the headquarters sends someone, we'll hand over everything here." Eric said lightly. "This is not a complete military operation, but an armed kidnapping, or a beheading assault. Once the operation is successful, it no longer belongs to the military field. In order not to be taken by others, or even betrayed by disgruntled guys, we must It’s better to take the first step and sell this country to others first.”

Tarbert and Barry looked at each other and asked, "Sold to who?"

"Britain, America; Army, Navy; State Department, Pentagon -- there is interest everywhere, but there is only one buyer in the end, and that is lucky Ike, and no one but him will bid Cash in." Eric said lightly, telling the two people the benefits of doing so.

Mr. Dwight, who has been promoted very quickly, was just promoted to general in February this year due to his achievements in North Africa. He would have launched the Sicilian offensive after June, but now he was disrupted by Eric in advance, and Italy was handed over to him. It just happens to bridge the relationship, and at the same time, Talbot and Barry can also board this big ship with a bright future and plan ahead for the future.

"We all know that there is not much we can do. The Italian operation ended when Mussolini got his hands on it, and the political phase followed. The Italians are very good because they need to express to the Allies by cooperating with us. Goodwill, the Allies also need to achieve greater results politically and militarily, we are only a bridge at the right time, not that our strength is really enough to conquer a country. After the first shot is successfully fired, the most critical issue is It's just about how to bring this operation to a successful conclusion."

Eric's suggestion is equivalent to an order. It is still difficult for the two sailors to come up with their own opinions, but since they are willing to seize the opportunity, this good officer is naturally willing to provide a platform for them.

In addition to the news from the telegraph office, Tarbert also brought a list. The new cabinet seemed to hope to use the hands of the Americans to do something.

For this kind of thing, Eric has no interest in connecting. He glanced at it lightly, and the paper list was reduced to ashes by itself.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Barry's eyes were both terrified and excited, so he leaned closer.

"You know, Glenn." Eric said, calling Tarbert's name. "Another person died in Brooklyn yesterday. Although people die every day in this world, it's not pleasant to know someone who died. He was a good person."

"Maybe he could have stayed alive and I could have just lifted a finger or said a word to keep him alive - but I didn't. To make sure he left this world as fate would have it, I gave him a push from the back .While there is reason to believe that he was more meaningful dead than alive, I am saddened."

Having said that, he was silent for a while.

"Why can't you live with ease? Why do you have to deprive others of their lives to make yourself safer? What's wrong, or is the world just like this?"

Eric talked to himself, sounding a little tired, but his eyes were not cloudy and vicissitudes, but instead condensed a kind of almost transparent depth.

"Maybe that's the way the world is."

The two sailors didn't know what he was talking about, but Talbert from Africa finally gave his own answer. Eric didn't watch his mind. Maybe this African-American recalled his hometown in the East African savannah. rules.

Reminiscent of the unprecedented war involving the whole world at this moment, maybe the cruel beast is not far away from human beings who claim to be the spirit of all things—maybe it never left.

"I think you are right. It is impossible to successfully replace the position that others take for granted if you want to dream of peace in the world. But let me relax for a while. There has been too much blood recently. If it is necessary, then Let the Italians do it themselves."

As he said that, Eric stood up, and in his induction, there were strange guests flying by in the distant sky.

At this time, a Junkers Ju-290, a multi-purpose long-range military transport reconnaissance aircraft from Germany, was quietly approaching the Italian capital.

Apart from a few armed personnel on board, there was only one black-haired man with blood-red skin.

"Mr. Asazo, we can only send you here." Through the sound of the engine, a German agent shouted to the red-skinned man. "According to our reliable information, Prime Minister Mussolini is now under heavy guard, and the head of state needs your ability. If successful, we will meet at the agreed place."

After listening to the agent's arrangement, Azazzo nodded. After he glanced down, he turned into a puff of red smoke and dissipated in the void. (to be continued~^~)