The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1455: Death of Giuseppe (Part )
Mazzini's hiding in Rome was definitely a dark place, after all, in Franz's memory, Mazzini should have been entangled with the British.

Austrian intelligence agencies generally did not go to Rome, the stronghold of conservatism, to search for traces of Italian nationalists.

Moreover, the situation in Rome is too special, and no one wants to cause trouble in such a place.

Even if Franz obtained the nominal trusteeship of Rome, he would not really interfere too much in the affairs of Rome. Especially in the affairs of the Vatican, Franz was not afraid of the Holy See, but he did not necessarily have to anger the Holy See.

Mazzini's identity as a church priest saved him a lot of trouble. If he wanted to live in seclusion, the Austrian imperial government would probably never find him.

After the great defeat in 1848, the Italian nationalists were badly damaged and should have chosen to remain dormant.

However, Mazzini had his own judgment. He believed that although Italian nationalism had indeed suffered a major setback at this time, a frenzy sweeping across Europe was about to come, just like the French Revolution.

Therefore, the Italians must prepare early and accumulate enough strength to get a share of the future tide.

Based on this judgment, Mazzini began his "missionary" work.

As a result, the Austrian Empire's intelligence agencies soon discovered that almost all of the newly emerging Italian nationalists had been to Rome.

Moreover, the source of those pamphlets also pointed to Rome, and it was impossible for the Austrian Empire's intelligence personnel to ignore this place at this time.

Rome, Basilica of Sant'Ignatius.

Father Matt was preaching and cleaning the church as usual.

Suddenly, a group of uninvited guests walked into the church, and they guarded the doors and windows as soon as they came in.

Matt's heart sank instantly. He knew that the other party had come with ill intentions, and the reason they did not take direct action was largely out of fear of the Vatican.

Looking at this situation, with such strength yet still fearing the Holy See, there is only one possibility: they did not inform Rome in advance and did not want to make too big a fuss.

"Hello, my child. What can I do for you?"

Matt said as he picked up a candlestick and walked towards the newly built statue.

The leading man said confidently.

"You don't have to pretend anymore. We know who you are. Leave with us and the others won't be in trouble."

At this time, another priest ran out and quickly stood between the two of them.

"Gentlemen, you may have some misunderstandings. Brother Matt is a good man. Although he smokes, drinks, and visits prostitutes, he has never done anything bad.

If he owes you money, I can help him pay part of it first, and we can talk slowly about anything else."

The leading man looked at the fat priest in front of him with surprise. The two men guarding the door felt bored and closed the door directly.

In the past, there were criminals in Rome every day, and even under the rule of the Austrian Empire, this could not be stopped. The gangs were like emperors in their own districts, so the fat priest thought they were gang members.

Although they were not sure whether the person in front of them was Mazzini they were looking for, it was a fact that there was a small printing factory under the church.

The technicians they caught all confessed to the incident, and this alone was enough for them to arrest them.

Moreover, the identity of this priest of Brother Matt was purchased, just 16 months ago. Although it is not uncommon to buy the identity of a priest in Rome, but coupled with the small printing factory in the basement, everything is too coincidental.

Matt patted the fat priest on the shoulder and said.

"I'm sorry, Brother Peter."

"what?"

The fat priest asked with some confusion.

Suddenly the leading man was startled. He smelled the smell of burning gunpowder. "It's gunpowder!"

He quickly drew his pistol, but Father Matt had already pushed the fat priest in front of the man, blocking the man's shooting angle.

"Damn it! You can't escape!"

The man kicked the fat priest away, cursing.

In his opinion, Mazzini was already in a hopeless situation, after all, there were more than a dozen professionally trained secret police in the church, and to ensure that nothing could go wrong there was a company of mercenaries outside the church.

But the next second, the statue in the center of the church suddenly exploded. The huge impact and countless fragments instantly swept the entire church, and almost everyone in the church was affected by the huge explosion.

The fat priest Peter had his head chopped off by a piece of debris, and although the leading man was not hit directly, he was also torn to pieces.

There was also a mess outside the church. The blast caused by the explosion shattered the glass, and the broken glass was like countless sharp shrapnel.

For a moment, the inside and outside of the church was like hell on earth.

The commander in charge of this operation was dumbfounded. Although they were mercenaries in name, they were actually the special forces of the Austrian Empire. Every previous operation was a dimensionality reduction attack on the enemy, and they had never failed, but this time he obviously underestimated the enemy's determination.

"Damn it! Let the brothers charge in! No matter how many people there are on the other side, we must eliminate them before the gendarmes of the Papal States arrive!"

The mercenaries rushed into the church and searched through the corpses but could not find Mazzini.

"No! There must be a tunnel!"

The experienced commando captain immediately thought of this possibility, but it was not easy to find the entrance to the tunnel in the ruins.

Even if they find him, the other party may have already escaped far away.

One day later, a tombstone on a cliff was suddenly pushed open. A dusty man climbed out from inside. He threw the oil lamp in his hand aside and greedily breathed in the fresh air.

"Mr. Mazzini?"

Suddenly a voice sounded behind him and Mazzini turned around suddenly.

Then there was a gunshot.

"It seems right."

The shooter was a young woman dressed as a nun. She was looking at Mazzini who was shot with indifference and had no intention of putting down the gun.

Mazzini did not argue. He covered the part where he was shot and smiled.

"Your mission is to capture me alive, right? Come on!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The nun didn't waste any words and fired several more shots, three of which hit the opponent's torso. Mazzini stared at the bloody holes on his body in disbelief, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, there is a hidden thing. You evil people deserve to die! May God have mercy on your soul and mine."

Ruibi blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and pulled out another gun.

Seeing this, Mazzini quickly jumped back.

Ruibi didn't expect the other party to do this, but she hadn't fired another shot and hadn't confirmed the other party's death, so she immediately rushed to the edge of the cliff.

The cliff was more than ten meters high, and below was the rough sea. Mazzini raised his middle finger to Ruby as he fell.