Soon after, Mussolini and his team entered the Italian palace guarding the sequel.

The Italian Palace where His Majesty Vittorio Emmanuele III lives is the magnificent Palace of Naples.

"Did you know that the British-American Air Force has carried out large-scale bombings on all major Italian cities? Dear leader!"

As soon as he entered the spacious and luxurious palace hall filled with furniture, brocades, oil paintings and porcelain, King Vittorio Emanuele III, 73, immediately had a gloomy face and said coldly to Mussolini, who looked absent-minded.

"I know! So I'm planning to hold a party meeting and discuss with the members of the Congress on how to deal with this matter!"

Mussolini took a deep breath and said with a reluctant smile.

"You don't have to hold any party meetings anymore, dear leader! The current situation of war is irresistible for us in Italy! If we continue to fight against the British and American allies with Hitler, we may not have a good ending. There is no other way except to be defeated!"

"And at this moment, you have become the person that all people in Italy hate the most, because of this large-scale bombing and slaughtering. It is because of your dictatorship that you have no capable friends except me!"

"So as a friend, I will give you a way out for more than 20 years since we met you! As long as you resign, you will hand over all the regime to Marshal Petro Bardoglio, the former chief of staff of the armed forces, and immediately withdraw from Italy's power center from today."

At Mussolini's hypocritical smile, His Majesty Emmanuele III just stared at the other party with sharp eyes and said.

"Why do you do this to me?"

After hearing this, Mussolini's heart trembled and her face turned pale.

"Because Italy needs peace, development, and does not need the pain caused by war! We are a nation that loves freedom, and war is not what we need! Of course, if you can lead Italy into a victorious country and a powerful empire, I can turn a blind eye to you like before."

"It's a pity that you have lost this war now, and your good partner Hitler, I believe that it won't take long before he will be destroyed by British and American troops, and the entire Germany will end more miserable than during World War I!"

"Maybe they will be destroyed or divided up by the victorious countries!"

His Majesty Emmanuele III, who was one head shorter than Mussolini, said with a sarcastic smile.

"Or! But I won't hand over all my power just like this, I won't! Because this is my lifelong dream. I finally became the leader of a country, and I am unwilling to hand over it just like this! And without saying that I don't plan to fight against the British and American coalition forces with Hitler. I am going to hold a party meeting today to discuss how to negotiate peacefully with Britain and the United States!"

Mussolini said unwillingly and firmly.

"Sorry! We've said too much. You really don't have to hold any party meetings, because today, whether you agree or disagree! I will remove your position as prime minister. For the sake of the lives and safety of the people of Italy, I have to do this, so please forgive me! And Pope XII and the others agreed to this matter!"

Emmanuele III waved his hand and stopped him from speaking.

"Come! Take Your Excellency to his new home!"

Then, before Mussolini could say anything, Emmanuele III shouted loudly to the guards outside the hall.

As the order was issued, a team of fully armed guards rushed in immediately and made Mussolini surrounded him tightly.

The leader of these guards was Marshal Petro Bardogrio, the chief of staff, and Ziano followed him, looking at Mussolini with a playful expression.

"Prime Minister, please follow us!"

Chief of the General Staff, Marshal Bardoglio, also smiled and said with a smile.

"You have planned it?"

Mussolini stared at everyone with a hatred look, and said with a hideous face.

"Take your Prime Minister away! We still have a lot of post-war things to be dealt with, especially to establish a new government as soon as possible to support those people who have been destroyed and their loved ones!"

"Especially, we must contact the British and American Allies as soon as possible to show that we will no longer fight this war that is destined to lose!"

Chief of the General Staff Marshal Bardoglio smiled contemptuously and said coldly.

Then he did not talk to Mussolinido, but instead asked the soldiers under him to control Mussolini and take them down, preparing to imprison him.

When Mussolini was taken away, Queen Helena walked upstairs down the palace hall.

"Dear Your Majesty! Mussolini has now solved it, so how do we deal with the British and American Allies and Hitler next?"

Then Queen Helena said to King Emmanuele III with concern.

"I'm thinking about this problem, this is a difficult problem that is not easy to deal with!"

King Emmanuele III, who was less than 5 feet tall and had some deformities on his legs, sighed in annoyance.

"All problems will be solved. At least I will support you regardless of your decision!"

Queen Helena comforted King Emanuele III with a gentle voice.

"Thank you! Queen!"

King Emanuele III stared at Queen Helena with gratitude and said.

Queen Helena did not reply, but gently held the other person's arm and smiled.

At that moment, the two elderly people showed a warm picture of affectionate silence and dependence on each other.

At this time, Mussolini had been taken into an ambulance by the Palace Guards, and drove away from the Street of Salaria, through the streets in the center of Rome, across the Tiber River, and all the way to a secret police barracks in Trastevere.

This police barracks are managed by His Majesty the King's confidant, with sentries inside; they are all fully armed and heavily guarded, and no one can enter without His Majesty the King's orders.

"His Excellency Prime Minister! Your new home is here, live well here! Your family and mistress, I will help you take good care of them!"

As soon as he arrived here, Marshal Bardoglio, the Chief of Staff, said with a sarcastic expression.

Mussolini did not answer, but crossed her arms behind her back, her fists pressed against her hips; she stared at the other party with a cold look.

"Hey! Even if you hate me now, it's useless, because this is the order of His Majesty the King, many members of the parliament, and the Pope! I am just an executor. Who told you to lose this war? If you are an invincible leader, maybe I am the one who is imprisoned today, not you! Right! Your Excellency Prime Minister!"

Chief of the General Staff, Marshal Bardoglio, shrugged his shoulders and joked.

Mussolini still did not respond to the other party, but stared at the other party even more viciously, then turned away and slowly was taken into the police barracks by the guards with bayonets.

And half an hour after Mussolini was imprisoned by the king, an explosive and major news instantly caused a sensation in Italy.

Including those Italian citizens who had no relatives, no homes, and even seriously injured due to the British and American Airlines bombing. They were also shocked by this amazing news, stunned, staring with shock, with wide eyes and wide open mouths in disbelief.

The news is: "People of all Italy, come and cheer! Mussolini is finished, leading us to the quagmire of war, and the fascist devil with heavy casualties is finally finished. He has been imprisoned by our beloved and kind King! A peaceful and happy life will soon come to the whole of Italy!"
Chapter completed!