At night, the Weapons Development Bureau was completely deserted.
Allen made his way into Wilson's office with practiced ease.
Sitting in the chair, Allen used a flashlight to examine the weapon sketches.
"Type 38 Carbine."
Allen said confidently, "Wilson, I'm about to send you a fortune beyond your wildest dreams."
He picked up a pencil and began sketching on a clean sheet of paper.
In less than fifteen minutes, the detailed AK47 blueprints were complete.
"Step one complete. Heh heh heh..."
Satisfied, Allen returned to his room to sleep and wait for events to unfold.
Character: Allen (2/10) Class: Lv. 30 Alchemist Lv. 10 Deconstruction: Can deconstruct and restore processed items. Lv. 5 Refinement: Can refine and purify materials restored through deconstruction. Alchemy Heart Lv. 10: Enhances skills through accumulated knowledge, granting bonuses to creation- and manufacturing-type skills. Materials Science Lv. 1: Learns the basic properties of different materials through contact. Pharmacology Lv. 1: Learns the effects and properties of different medicines through contact. Potioncraft Lv. 1: Studies the process of brewing potions, reducing the failure rate. Engineering Lv. 5: Based on personal knowledge, gains insight into the operating principles of mechanical structures. Forging Lv. 1: Improves through forging, casting, and manufacturing; higher levels grant greater mastery over altering the structure of matter. Energy Shaping Lv. 1: Through shaping and analyzing elements, learns more ways to utilize energy. Enchanting Lv. 1: Attaches understood energy to the required material. Time: Hydra, 1940. Requirement: Reach Lv. 120 in the current class to return to the original timeline.
At Allen's current level, relying solely on breaking down junk would take him a month to gain a single level.
So, he began preparing to leave.
Over the next three months, he crammed knowledge like mad. Based on the appearance of the classic AK rifle in his memories, drawing up the blueprints was child's play for Allen.
The next morning, Wilson arrived at his office early.
While organizing the documents on his desk, he noticed an unfamiliar blueprint.
"Who touched my desk?"
Most researchers disliked others touching their workbenches. Even if everything appeared to be piled together messily, they were used to it and found it convenient. They did not want to be forced into changing things.
Wilson picked up the blueprint, his eyes full of disdain. "What the hell is this supposed to be?"
Focused on researching bolt-action rifles, he instinctively rejected and looked down on the entirely new mechanical structure of the AK rifle.
After another glance, Wilson frowned slightly.
After one more look, Wilson's eyes widened.
Then, his expression gradually turned to shock.
He immediately stood up and cautiously looked back and forth outside the door before silently closing it.
At the corner, Allen poked half his head out, an eerie smile slowly spreading across his face.
"He took the bait. He really took the bait."
At that moment, a passing researcher glanced at him but ignored Allen's strange behavior.
At the Weapons Development Bureau, everyone tacitly ignored his irrational antics.
If he had shown any violent tendencies, he would have been sent to a mental hospital long ago.
Within a week, Wilson reached the height of his career.
He presented the blueprints to the Soviet Union and immediately received serious attention. They worked overtime to rush out a prototype, and after specialists tested its performance, it won the military's favor on the spot.
As a result, his honor and status were greatly fulfilled.
"Wilson, congratulations on becoming deputy director."
Allen caught a lizard and placed it on the desk. "I didn't bring a gift. I caught this Pokemon on the way over. I remember you quite liked eating them."
"Allen, knock before entering."
Wilson straightened his posture, his tone carrying less of its usual warmth.
"Wilson, there are some things you can't handle."
Disappointed, Allen got up and walked to the door, then paused to wait for Wilson to speak.
But Wilson merely watched him quietly.
In the end, Allen gave in first. Turning around with a sly grin, he said, "Wilson, you're in great danger right now. Someone wants to harm you."
"Who wants to harm me? Who would dare?"
Wilson was full of spirit at the moment. Not only had his status risen, but he had also caught the attention of high-ranking state officials. Who would dare defy the world to target him?
"Hurting you would be easy. Just expose the fact that you didn't draw those blueprints," Allen said bluntly.
"How did you..."
Wilson's expression stiffened, and he quickly changed the subject. "Don't talk nonsense. I make my living through my own abilities."
Allen patted him on the shoulder while picking his nose. "Do I really need to tell you how capable you are?"
Wilson's face became incredibly ugly. He stood up, shut the door first, then pulled down the blinds.
"Allen, who wants to harm me?"
Wilson tried to tempt him. "As long as you help me, I'll definitely give you plenty of benefits."
Allen said righteously, "I, Allen, have always stabbed my friends twice. I would never do something like betray a friend."
"A few nights ago, I couldn't sleep, so I went out to catch Pokemon. Guess what happened?"
"What happened?"
"I saw two sneaky men having an affair."
"..."
"The key was that they were panting in your office. I thought it was so exciting that I had to get involved."
"Really?"
"Of course it was fake. I pressed myself against the door to eavesdrop. They said something about Wilson being old and incompetent, so they were going to frame you and make you move aside to clear the position for some director's nephew."
Wilson watched Allen's earnest expression and felt that he did not seem to be lying.
The Soviet Union's system did have an element of nepotism, so Wilson already believed him in his heart.
"Thank you, Allen. I'm lucky to have you."
Wilson patted Allen's shoulder with a sincere look and warned him, "You absolutely cannot tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry. I'm the best at keeping secrets. I haven't even told anyone that I'm Qin Shi Huang," Allen vowed.
Wilson no longer trusted anyone, and a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.
The next day.
People's Park.
A middle-aged man in a trench coat and fedora sat on a bench.
Pretending to be out for a stroll, Wilson approached and sat down naturally. He pulled out a cigarette, politely offered one, and asked, "Do you smoke?"
"No, thank you."
After one cigarette burned down, Wilson slowly said, "I agree to your terms."
"When do we leave?"
The middle-aged man looked straight ahead, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
"The sooner, the better. I don't want to stay another moment," Wilson said frankly.
Ever since learning the truth from Allen yesterday, he had been afraid every moment, worried that he would die without knowing why. Thus, S.H.I.E.L.D. was the first thing that came to mind.
Because the AK rifle had become so famous, Wilson had naturally become a target of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention.
Previously, he had been able to dismiss them with contempt. Now, he felt that the Soviet Union was a crematorium that could reduce him to ashes at any moment.
"At the earliest, tomorrow night at nine. Someone will come to meet you."
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent finished speaking, he stood up. At the same time, Wilson rose and left in the opposite direction.
Neither of them noticed that there were actually three people on the bench. Allen had remained invisible the entire time, secretly listening.
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