Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 32: Rome

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8 hours later,

"He is a criminal, we need to arrest him." said a British officer at a South African port.

Hector sighed, "As the commander of Allied Forces, this is my order. This man has reached a deal with me and he shall join us, the allies. If anything happens to him, you will have to answer to your Prime Minister."

Sweat appeared on the officer's face and he changed his attitude, "Yes, sir,"

Bose had agreed to Hector's plan. From what he saw in the vision. USSR did fall, and it wasn't even that successful in whatever it was meant to be. So it was better to join the west before it was too late. Though he did ask a question of how he would solve Pakistan's problem. Hector answered simply, "By grabbing them by their necks and forcing them to invest in health and education instead of religion and army."

Since Hector had reached a deal, all he needed to do now was to call Churchill and tell him to declare Bose a free man in India and take back all police cases against him, on top of that, give him an official position of Allied Commander of Indian National Army."

It took Hector a lot of talking before the man agreed. It was actually less talking and more threatening that if the UK didn't do as he asked for, they wouldn't be included in the Marshal Plan.

This was his intent from the start, he was absolutely against colonisation. Hence, he will declare formally after the war, that any European country, if decides to still occupy another nation as their colony, shall not be included in the Marshal Plan and will be a silent enemy of the United States of America.

Hector knew that a few European nations went out to reclaim their colonies after the World War, they received a lot of protests and fight from their ex-colonies, some were successfully taken back and some were not. Hector wanted to stop it from even happening.

Anyway, the US population will support him after he's done with social engineering.

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Italy,

When Hector returned to Naples, he was shocked to find that Moony was alone and angry. "Where is Logan?"

"Bow-wow... woof..." Moony barked for a whole one minute, jumping and growling. He had much to speak, it was clear.

"So someone took Logan with him? He had claws like Logan as well. Did Logan tell you where he's going?" Hector inquired.

Moony ran to the map of Rome on the table and pressed his paws on the colosseum. ~Dad, he's here, I saw Uncle Logan marking it with his burning stick secretly.~

"You mean, cigars? I got you, my son. It seems I will have to take Rome all alone and then find this kid. He'll get a thrashing for sure. Abandoning his post without authorisation." he sounded dangerous while looking at the map.

"Ready to get some action, boy?"

*scratch*

"Ugh... don't lick your pepe, Moony. All right, war comes later, bath comes first. Here we gooo..." Hector lovingly lifted the cute boy in his arms and ran out to jump straight into the Gulf of Naples.

"Soldier, bring me a towel, soap and shampoo," he shouted at one of his assistants.

*BANG*

But all of a sudden, a loud gunshot echoed throughout the camp. Soldiers ran towards their posts and some looked for where the bullet came from. Meanwhile, those near Hector had their jaws touching the beach.

Hector annoyedly rubbed the back of his head, "Argh, who shot me now?"

Picking the bullet from the water, he realised it was from a sniper. "In that tower over there, go and check."

As soon as they received his order, soldiers rushed to catch the assassin. Hector, though, continued to bathe Moony, who was loving a bath in the sea. "Woof..."

He carefully rubbed him, "Haha, fine, no soap in eyes, my cute little cloud."

...

After washing, ironing clothes, polishing boots and killing the assassin, all Generals gathered in his tent to start the attack.

"Sir, the Germans are being anxious, they are very disturbed by how easygoing our troops are being." Patton pointed out.

"Good, happy soldier is a good soldier. But make sure they come out of their happy mood now and get serious. We will start the movement at 9 in the morning. The paratroopers will go with me in planes. Patton, the command will be under you for this attack. I will try to end the battle as soon as possible. Understood?"

Everyone saluted and left as planned before. The plan for the battle had already been made long ago, he just briefed them for namesake.

Soon, he got on the C-69 plan, one of many, and prepared for the drop.

...

Rome was a well-fortified city with German soldiers in plenty. Italians were rare at this point as most of the soldiers could not be trusted anymore. Mussolini was just the head of state in name, the real command was in Germany's hands.

Still, the general mood in the city was that of calmness, knowing that before the Allies attack them, they will have to pass through heavy fortification around them. However, just then the humming noises of planes in the sky came. Soon followed multiple parachutes landing slowly, but just one of them was without a parachute, it also shined the brightest as the man had red clothes.

Soldiers on the ground waited for the man to open the parachutes, however, as the body reached closer to the ground, they lost hope.

*BAM*

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Hector landed straight on his feet, the height damage was nullified and he didn't even feel anything. He made sure to land between the german soldiers arming the submachine guns.

He quickly picked the lid of a trashcan beside him and threw it at one guy, while the other one received his fist, "Haha, does this how Captain America feels?"

Making a note to ask later, he punched anyone he saw and made them drop unconscious. But of course, if they had the SS logo, it would be instant death. Some got their jaws broken, some legs, he made sure it wasn't life-threatening. After all, these men were also somebody's sons, brothers and husbands. They were just standing on the wrong side of history.

"Where is your General?" He asked after beating one man bloody.

"T-There...." the soldier pointed while crying.

He zoomed past all buildings, no matter what tank or gun was placed in his path, it got slapped away. This was the effect of his smaller body and hulk-like strength. It made each of his munches much more fatal due to less surface area and more concentration of power on it.

Moony was not with Hector, the good boy was to lead the paratroopers into the city so they could clean it up. Truly, Moony has more respect now than many generals.

Hector's target was not Mussolini, it was in fact the top Nazi General in Italy, Albert Kesselring. He was one of the most decorated generals in Nazi Germany. The basic rule of capturing the enemy flag was to capture the commander, he was the flag.

Rome was too big, he straight up headed to the main building from where Mussolini ruled. *BAM* He kicked the gates down, behind him a trail of unconscious guards was left. He knew that killing would have been badass, but in his eyes, all were the same, with red markers on their heads. They were headed to hell anyway. The only soldier at this point who did not have a red marking on the head was Steve.

*BANG BANG*

Inside the Venezia Palace, many men emptied their guns on Hector. All bullets hit his chest, but they fell down as if colliding with metal. He continued to walk inside the building, slamming one head after another into the wall.

He continued to slam open one door after another while asking, "Where is your commander?"

Most didn't say anything, but on rare occasions, one would point in a direction. Death was just too much of a fear for some.

"I should have brought a camera today." He muttered as soon as he saw a great many photos and paintings on the walls. But just then, to his luck, he saw a soldier, "Son, bring me a camera quickly."

The Italian soldier looked left stand right, wondering if he heard right, he was expecting a punch, after all, he didn't prepare himself for this, "Me?"

"Yes, you. Bring a camera from wherever your propaganda room is. QUICK!" Hector rushed. The soldier ran away as his life depended on it. And this way, Hector found a boy to click nice photos of him. It was a Graflex camera, one used by journalists all around the world. It clicks beautifully clear photos.

A few moments later, they were taking their first photo, "Okay, I will punch this SS soldier to death, click my photo the moment I will strike him."

The Italian soldier nervously nodded, while the SS soldier cried for mercy. Hector had none, *BAM* the punch broke his nose and slammed it into his skull, effectively damaging the brain and killing him, it was a painful death.

*FLASH*

"BOY! You were too late, he's dead." He reprimanded the Italian soldier.

However, just then he noticed his shivering body and some sort of liquid drenching his pants and now creating a puddle around his feet.

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"D-did I scare him too much?"

[A/N: Who took Logan? Any guesses? The right answer shall get a holy banana. But not today.]

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