I, Agent Durex Dupont

Chapter 33: I, Agent Durex Dupont

"Don't worry, I won't let you take such a risk."

Dr. Zola thought to himself, how could the good fortune of ten beautiful women possibly fall to a lunatic like you.

Allen couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, then he perked up and said firmly, "Please, the organization must send ten blonde, blue-eyed beauties with long legs to test me."

"Where am I supposed to get ten women for you, let alone blonde, blue-eyed, and long-legged ones?"

Dr. Zola rolled his eyes and, after regaining some composure, said, "This mission is very important. You need to act as a triple agent."

"Ooh, a triple agent!"

Allen formed a gun shape with his right hand and placed it under his chin, saying solemnly, "This mission is extremely challenging and perfectly suits the temperament of me, Agent 007 Durex Dupont."

"..."

Isn't Durex just a condom company founded four years ago?

If Dr. Zola hadn't used their products before, he might have actually been fooled.

"The mission is simple. We'll create an identity for you. First, you'll infiltrate the Soviet Union, then make your way to America, and establish an intelligence network. Don't worry, someone will meet you."

Allen confidently declared, "There's nothing in this world that I, Durex Dupont, can't accomplish. I will spread the glory of Hydra to every corner of the earth."

Dr. Zola nodded with satisfaction.

Although Allen had some issues with his mind, his fanaticism for Hydra was beyond doubt.

Listen to how well he speaks, showering them with praise.

When they captured the city, Allen chased after them shouting "Long live Hydra!"

Red Skull saw that this kid was talented and brought him along to fill a spot.

As the war escalated, Red Skull planned to establish an intelligence network and decided to plant spies in the enemy's territory.

Based on the principle of making the best use of everything, Allen's seemingly abnormal state could perhaps serve as a reasonable disguise.

"It's going to be a bit tough for you," Dr. Zola consoled him.

"Tough what?"

Allen suddenly realized, "Are you really going to find me ten blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged, G-cup beauties wearing lace garters and white stockings!"

Ten beauties, no. How about ten strong men?

Dr. Zola gave a signal to a nearby soldier, and immediately, two soldiers stepped forward and grabbed Allen.

"No, it's my first time with a man, I'm not mentally prepared, no no no..."

The two soldiers dragged Allen out.

Dr. Zola adjusted his glasses and muttered to himself, "Never mind, he's just a smoke bomb. I hope the other agents are successful."

Hydra agents were all trained through rigorous training. How could they truly place their hopes on a mentally ill person?

The more pawns they sacrificed, the harder it would be for the Soviet Union and America to find the real targets.

At this moment, Allen let the two soldiers drag him, his legs dragging on the ground, refusing to walk.

"I am innocent. You must believe me. Let me see the Leader. I am the Leader's classmate from the Vienna Academy of Arts. If you dare touch a single armpit hair of mine, the Leader will not let you go."

The soldiers were highly disciplined. Facing Allen's incessant chatter, they remained completely unfazed throughout.

They dragged him to the designated prison cell and impatiently pushed him inside.

Before leaving, one soldier couldn't resist mocking, "Everyone knows the Leader was rejected from art school."

Allen stopped causing trouble and observed the people in the cell.

They were all a bit older, emaciated from hunger, and their eyes, wide and protruding, were fixed on him.

A prisoner casually asked, "Young man, what did you do to get in here?"

"I'm too handsome, and people are jealous."

Allen flicked his messy hair, saying with extreme narcissism, "My damned, glorious face wakes me up punctually at eight every day. I've never overslept once, which is truly a blessing in disguise."

"..."

The prisoners exchanged glances, their eyes filled with pity. Someone sighed, "Such a good young man, but the Skull Division tortured him until he went mad."

"We scientists who oppose war, refusing to obey, probably won't make it out of this prison alive."

"Science is meant to benefit humanity, not to be used for war."

"Exactly, war is a crime against humanity."

Allen finally understood. He had been thrown into a prison full of scientists.

"Everyone, don't worry. Justice will surely triumph over evil, and we will definitely escape alive." Allen struck a gun pose again, confidently saying, "No one can kill me, Durex Dupont."

"Save your strength. These Nazis only give us one meal every three days. Even if the cell door were open, we couldn't get far."

A prisoner lifted his shirt, revealing a row of prominent ribs, his body completely skin and bones.

They looked like walking skeletons, gasping for breath after a few steps, and there was no way they could escape the blockade of the Skull Division.

"Fortunately, I'm clever and caught a Pokemon before coming."

Allen took out a half-dead lizard from his pocket and dangled it in his hand, showing it off. "So fresh, this big one is enough protein for three days."

Gulp.

Some looked disgusted, others swallowed.

They were starving; if they could eat, they'd want a bite.

"Since you're so chatty, I'll give this to you as a welcome gift. Let's be friends."

Allen gave the gecko to the first scientist he spoke to.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the scientist wolfed it down, afraid of being a second slower and having it snatched away.

Clang clang clang...

At this moment, a soldier banged on the iron bars with a club and shouted, "Mealtime, mealtime."

After setting down two wooden buckets, the soldier turned and left.

The scientists looked at the buckets with disdain, and not one of them stepped forward to claim them.

"Why isn't anyone eating?"

Allen eagerly stepped forward to check the food.

Someone explained the reason: "Don't eat it, it's all leftover swill mixed with bread. Even pigs wouldn't eat it."

"It tastes pretty good."

Allen, with a slice of black bread in his mouth and a grilled sausage in his hand.

"It's bread!"

"And sausage!"

"I must be dreaming."

For a moment, all the scientists surged forward, scrambling to grab the food.

Gag...

The scientist who had just eaten the gecko was leaning against the wall, retching uncontrollably.

Life is full of surprises. One moment, he was fortunate to have meat today; the next, fate played a hellish joke on him.

Smack!

Allen threw the bread and sausage on the ground and shouted, "Everyone, don't eat it, it's poisoned."

Suddenly, everyone fell silent, looking at him in a daze.

"They wouldn't let us eat before, and now they're sending food, they must want to poison us to death. How despicable."

Allen's clever intellect occupied the high ground, drawing a quite reasonable conclusion.

"That makes sense. Let's wait and see if anyone who eats it is okay. If they are, then we'll eat."

"They're truly wicked. I thought they were showing kindness."

"Thank goodness, I haven't eaten a bite."

"I haven't eaten either, I almost fell for it."

Before long, the soldiers came in to collect the buckets. Looking at the remaining food, they couldn't help but mutter, "Such ungrateful wretches. They don't even eat what's given to them, yet they cry hunger all day."

As the scientists watched the buckets being carried away, they suddenly realized that the food wasn't poisoned; it was actually an improvement to their meals.

"I haven't eaten yet, come back."

"Don't go, give me a slice of bread."

"Please, let me have a bite."

Unfortunately, the soldiers turned a deaf ear and disappeared at the end of the prison.

At this moment, pairs of eyes glared furiously at Allen.

If they hadn't believed the madman, why would they be starving?

Allen pointed to the bread and sausage he had thrown on the ground: "Don't panic, everyone. The clever me hid some food beforehand."

Did you hide it?

You threw it away!

Of course, the crowd couldn't care less. Like ravenous dogs, they scrambled for the remaining food, even resorting to fighting.