At night, the Italian leader completed his last battle on Betasi's belly and lay down contentedly.

Betasi was born in a wealthy family in Rome. His father was a famous doctor and had treated the pope. Her husband turned out to be an air force pilot. After they hooked up, they were sent to work in Japan by Mussolini. When he learned about Betasi's extramarital affair with Mussolini, he gave her a lesson and then divorced. In this way, Betasi could concentrate on "serving" the leader.

Of course, Betasi is by no means the only confidante of the leader. Her sister Miriam is also a Mussolini bed. The leader has to take vacations in summer and likes skiing in winter. He often takes Betasi's sisters to ski resorts 100 kilometers away from Rome. If they spend the night in a ski resort hotel, Betasi is usually accompanied. But several times when Betasi is away, Miriam will sneak into Mussolini's room and sneak out the next day before dawn. At the craziest time, the leader also likes to play "three-player game" in recent years. In the past 10 years, when Betasi had not hooked up with Betasi, the leader also likes to play mother and daughter threesomes.

Earlier, the leaders also liked to drive Alfa Romeo and Ferrari supercars to "shows" on the street. The graceful young wives, the radiant college students, and the budding high school students... As long as they can see them, there is no leader who dares to take action. In addition, the leaders also set up emails to receive "mass complaints". Generally, letters that reflect problems are handled by the secretary, and most of the time they are only archived, but letters with beautiful photos are personally inquired by the leader, and are given priority, and can be implemented soon.

Although the leader was living a life of debauchery and his life was decayed, the bottom line still insisted on using coercive means, but used various means and charm to make the other party willingly take off his clothes. Mussolini, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, not only fascinated the women in China, but also made amazing moves in diplomatic occasions. French female journalist and even Churchill's wife Clementina were attracted by Mussolini's charm and wrote it clearly in her diary after returning to China. In fact, newspapers of all sizes of Italy are spreading, and there is no such thing as the leader dare not try in the relationship between men and women (2,000 words of restricted text are omitted this time). Mussolini did not ban such reports of lovely news, and was not ashamed but proud. He even asked Ziano, who was responsible for the news affairs at that time, to send a special person to collect it and read it together as a proof of his "lovedness of the people."

Everyone knows this, so everyone says that compared to the leader, Count Ziano is simply a saint, but in the past two years, only Betasi has been by his side to accompany the older leader, who is getting older, has begun to lose his composure.

"Leader, it seems that you put too much pressure on the count... I see that his head was drooping when he left, looking unconfident." Betsey had received many gifts from Ziano, and of course he had to help the other party and say good things, but it should not be too obvious. Although the leader was very relaxed, he did not like women to intervene in politics very much.

"It's better to be busy, and you won't think about it if you're busy." Mussolini sneered, "Keselin has come to him, and I asked him indirectly, but our count pretended to be deaf and dumb and said nothing."

Betasi was a little surprised: "Martyr Keseling is a regular visitor in Italy. Isn't it normal for him to come? Besides, you are on vacation, and he doesn't disturb you, which shows his politeness."

"You don't understand, the Germans are very arrogant. When I was on vacation a few years ago, if Kesseling or Ribbintrov wanted to see me, they would have to see me. How could they come and leave quietly like this time?"

"It's really a bit strange for you to say that, why?"

"It must be about peace talks with Britain."

"No, right..." Betassi giggled, "Even people like me who don't understand politics know that negotiations are the affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It would be almost the same if Minister Ribbintrov came to visit."

"No, you don't understand. Ribbentrop's current focus is on negotiations with Russia, so he has no time to do anything." Mussolini complained, "Now I am not even as good as Hitler's young follower. At least he called Betan to talk about the contract with the UK. For us, he had never said anything? If I hadn't gritted my teeth and sent supplies to the African Legion, and used the navy, could the Germans defeat Montgomery and get it to the Middle East?"

If Hoffman heard this, he would have been laughed out loud: it was the Italians who were beaten by the British in North Africa and were defeated by the British. Not only did Ethiopia, but even Libya's basic foundation could not be saved. In the end, there was no way to ask the Germans to send troops. Otherwise, how could Rommel and the African Legion happen? Now Mussolini made a rant and believed that Germany's occupation of the Middle East was entirely due to Italy.

But Betasi didn't understand, she just nodded subconsciously: "Do you and the Head of State have any misunderstandings?"

"Misunderstanding?" Mussolini sneered, "No! No one is a child anymore, and knows what he is doing. He dragged Roosevelt to death, conquered Stalin, and drove Churchill away. He was so inflated that he regarded himself as the overlord of Europe, believing that all Europe would obey his orders. Look at the Japanese who were there last year, did he have this attitude?"

Betasi thought about it carefully for a moment and shook his head: "It seems that there is no..."

"So, I'm going to pour cold water on him," Mussolini said proudly, "I don't have to ask the territory of Brazil or Guyana. I just want to tell the Germans that we can't ignore us. This war was not won by the Germans alone. Without Italy's assistance, the Germans would never win... Well, at least they wouldn't win so easily."

"Didn't Minister Ribbintrov say that he would come to see you in a few days and ask for a contract with the UK? Then he would like to attend the Axis Summit on August 15?"

"After all the negotiations, I will get a document to sign. What do I think I am?" Mussolini was unhappy when talking about this. "Actually, Germany must make such a decision. I don't say anything. But at least Hitler is going to Rome to talk to me in person, right? He has been to the navy warships several times last year, and when did I neglect him? I even gave him a heavy gift when he got engaged. This year I won't come to achieve his goal. In terms of age, I was several years older than him; in terms of qualifications, when I was the editor-in-chief of newspapers, he was still living on the streets of Vienna to sell paintings, and when I was the prime minister, he was still in prison; in terms of influence, all his theories were learned here, and he also wrote a nonsense book. If I hadn't let it go, he would have swallowed Austria and Czechoslovakia so easily?"

Hearing Mussolini's complaints more and more, Betassi smiled and said, "Then you shouldn't be angry with the count."

"I want to teach him a lesson. Hitler refused, so why did he hesitate and not report? Are you afraid of Hitler than me?" Mussolini curled his lips disdainfully, "Don't let Germans be short of Germans all day long. It's not the Germans who support me alone, and it's not the Germans who are the Germans who intervene. I can give him the position of his heir and destroy him!"

Betassi covered his mouth in surprise: "Ah, this is so terrible, how sad Ada should be."

As soon as Betasi talked about his daughter Ada, and remembered that Betasi and Ziano seemed to have a good relationship, Mussolini's tone immediately softened: "Of course I'm just joking to scare him, how could he really destroy him? He is the pillar of the Ziano family, I picked it up in one hand, and even made him a son-in-law. Isn't this a slap in the face? I just want to tell him that it's not that easy to be a leader, and you can't put the wrong position to deal with all kinds of people..."

"Hate, it turns out you're dealing with me every day."

"Baby, how could it be? I miss you so much when I'm abroad..." Mussolini was amused and became "ejaculated". He turned over and pressed Betasi under his crotch... (3,000 words of violent movements are omitted here)

By the way, Ziano was depressed after returning to his mansion. He thought about it and felt that this dangerous game could not be played: Mussolini asked for warships, but the British had 2 aircraft carriers and 3 battleships. For the sake of face and compensation for the Italian Navy (there have been losses in many warships one after another in the past two years, and it is not difficult to get some warships), but it is troublesome to have Guyana. After all, even Germany did not ask the British Empire for territory, and even tried every means to help the British protect a corner of India.

Ziano admired Germany's actions that did not seek colonies and territories very much, believing that this reflected the demeanor of a politician, and also reflected Germany's determination and tolerance to form the European Union and become the European hegemon. However, the leader disagreed with it and called Hoffman's act of capturing Russian territory and allowing them to establish an independent country. "The Germans were all dead in vain."

Now the leader wants Guyana, which is a request that Germany has not even made. How could he agree? Even if he really wants to, he should not ask for such a sensitive place. Other overseas islands, such as desert islands like St. Helena, still have some hope. But Mussolini said he wanted to seek South American territory, and he would not do it, nor would he not do it.

Mussolini guessed it right. After returning from Berlin, Ziano did not dare to repay the head of state for refusing Brazil. He only said, "It is very difficult. The German side believes that São Paulo is not easy to control, so he suggests to think of another way." This is simply a polite rejection. How could the leader and South America be strong? São Paulo State is not good. Is it okay to give British Guiana?

Late at night, after hearing Ziano's sighing complaints and complaints, Morro said straight: "I think Attley's method is good."

"Coup!" Ziano exclaimed, "No, no..."

“Not that complicated, your trouble lies in the leader.”

"But..." Ziano said in a difficult situation, "The leader is not bad to me."

"So you are the best to take action. If the Germans think you are not reliable and act on their own, then you are passive..."
Chapter completed!