"Don't worry. We won't put you in that much danger."
Dr. Zola thought to himself, How could a good thing like ten beautiful women possibly fall to a lunatic like you?
Disappointment showed on Allen's face, but he quickly rallied and declared, "The organization must send ten blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged beauties to test me."
"Where am I supposed to find you ten women, much less blonde, blue-eyed ones with long legs?"
Dr. Zola rolled his eyes, then composed himself somewhat. "This mission is very important. You need to act as a triple agent."
"Ooh, a triple agent!"
Allen held his right hand in the shape of a gun beneath his chin and said solemnly, "This mission is extremely challenging. It perfectly suits the temperament of Durex Dupont, Agent 007."
"..."
Wasn't Durex just a condom company founded four years ago?
If Dr. Zola had not used them before, he might really have 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 there."
Allen said confidently, "There's nothing in this world that Durex Dupont can't do. I'll make Hydra's glory shine upon every inch of the world."
Dr. Zola nodded in satisfaction.
Although there was something wrong with Allen's head, his fanaticism for Hydra was beyond doubt.
Just listen to how well he spoke—his praise never ended.
When they captured that city, Allen had chased after them shouting, "Long live Hydra!"
Red Skull saw that the kid had potential and brought him along to make up the numbers.
As the war continued escalating, Red Skull planned to establish an intelligence network and decided to plant spies in the homes of his enemies.
Based on the principle of making full use of available resources, Allen's apparent abnormality might serve as a convincing disguise.
"You'll have to work hard," Dr. Zola consoled him.
"What work hard?"
Allen suddenly understood. "You really are going to find me ten blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged G-cup beauties in lace garters and white stockings!"
No ten beauties, but did he want ten burly men instead?
Dr. Zola gave the nearby soldiers a look. At once, two soldiers stepped forward and seized Allen.
"Nooo! It's my first time with men, I'm not mentally prepared, no, no..."
The two soldiers dragged Allen out.
Dr. Zola adjusted his glasses and muttered, "Forget it. He's just a smokescreen. I only hope the other agents succeed."
Hydra agents were cultivated through layers upon layers of training. How could they truly place their hopes on a lunatic?
The more disposable pieces they sacrificed, the harder it would be for the Soviet Union and America to find the real target.
At that moment, Allen let the two soldiers hold him up, dragging his feet and refusing to walk on his own.
"I'm innocent! You have to believe me! Let me see The Leader! I was The Leader's classmate at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts! If you dare touch even one of my armpit hairs, The Leader won't let you off!"
The soldiers were highly disciplined. Faced with Allen's endless babbling, they ignored him throughout.
When they escorted him to the target cell, they impatiently shoved him inside.
Before leaving, one soldier did not forget to mock him. "Who doesn't know The Leader was a failed applicant?"
Allen stopped making a fuss and studied the people in the cell.
They were all somewhat old, starved until they were skin and bone, their protruding eyes fixed on him.
One prisoner casually asked, "Young man, what did you do to end up here?"
"I was too handsome and aroused the jealousy of petty people."
Allen brushed aside his messy hair and said with extreme narcissism, "My damned peerless beauty wakes me up at eight sharp every morning. I've never slept in once. What a blessing in misfortune."
"..."
The prisoners looked at one another, their eyes full of pity. Someone sighed. "Such a fine young man, tortured insane after falling into the hands of Skull Division."
"We scientists who oppose the war, who refused to obey them, probably won't leave this cell alive."
"Science should benefit humanity, not be used for war."
"That's right. War is a crime against humanity."
Allen understood. He had been locked in a prison cell full of scientists.
"Everyone, don't worry. Justice will surely defeat evil. We'll definitely escape alive." Allen once again formed a gun with his hand and said confidently, "No one can kill Durex Dupont."
"Save your strength. These Nazis only give us one meal every three days. Even if the cell door were open, we wouldn't get far."
One prisoner lifted his shirt, revealing clearly defined ribs. He was nothing but skin and bones.
They all resembled walking skeletons, panting after a few steps. Escaping Skull Division's blockade was even more impossible.
"Luckily, I was smart and caught a Pokemon before coming here."
Allen pulled a half-dead gecko from his pocket. Holding it between his fingers as it trembled nonstop, he boasted, "Freshly caught. One this big is enough protein for three days."
Gulp.
Some looked disgusted, while others swallowed hungrily.
They were starving mad. If it was edible, they all wanted a bite.
"You seem easy to talk to, so I'll give it to you as a meeting gift. Let's be friends."
Allen handed the gecko to the first scientist who had spoken to him.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the scientist crammed it into his mouth and wolfed it down, afraid that someone would snatch it away if he was even a second slower.
Clang, clang, clang...
At that moment, soldiers struck the iron bars with their batons and shouted, "Food! Food!"
After setting down two wooden buckets, the soldiers turned and left.
The scientists looked at the buckets with disgust. Not one stepped forward to claim any.
"Why isn't everyone eating?"
Allen eagerly stepped forward to inspect the meal.
Someone explained, "Don't eat it. It's all leftover slop mixed with bread. Even pigs wouldn't eat it."
"It's pretty good."
Allen had a piece of dark bread in his mouth and a grilled sausage in his hand.
"Bread!"
"And sausage!"
"I must be dreaming."
For a moment, the scientists surged forward, scrambling desperately for the food.
Blergh...
The scientist who had just eaten the gecko braced himself against the wall and vomited violently.
Life was full of surprises. One second ago, he had been rejoicing at finally getting meat today. The next, fate played a hellish joke on him.
Smack!
Allen threw the bread and sausage onto the ground and shouted, "Don't eat it, everyone! It's poisoned!"
Instantly, everyone fell silent and looked at him in confusion.
"They never gave us food before, and now they bring us some. They must be trying to poison us to death. How despicable."
Allen's clever intelligence seized the high ground, reaching a remarkably reasonable conclusion.
"That makes a lot of sense. Let's wait and see whether the people who ate it are all right. If they are, then we'll eat."
"They're truly vicious. I thought they'd finally shown some kindness."
"Thank goodness I didn't take a bite."
"Me too. I almost fell for it."
Not long afterward, soldiers came in and took away the wooden buckets. Seeing the remaining food, one could not help muttering, "What ungrateful trash. We give you food and you won't eat it, yet you scream about being hungry every day."
Watching the buckets being carried away, the scientists suddenly realized that the food had not been poisoned. It really had been meant to improve their meals.
"I haven't eaten yet! Come back!"
"Don't go! Give me a piece of bread!"
"Please, let me have one bite!"
Unfortunately, the soldiers ignored them and vanished at the end of the prison block.
At that moment, every pair of eyes glared furiously at Allen.
If they had not believed the madman, why would they be going hungry now?
Allen pointed at the bread and sausage he had thrown on the floor. "Don't panic, everyone. Clever me hid a portion of food beforehand."
Had he hidden it?
He had thrown it away!
Of course, no one cared about that now. Like starving dogs pouncing on food, they fought over the last remaining scraps, even coming to blows.
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