The Beginning of a Three-Sided Spy

There are weapons experts within S.H.I.E.L.D.

They can discern whether the content and structure of blueprints are reasonable.

Being able to understand doesn't mean being able to design.

Just like owning blueprints doesn't necessarily mean you can manufacture them.

These two sets of blueprints are impossible for current global industrial levels to equip an entire army.

The barrel manufacturing process dictates a low output, and in terms of ammunition consumption, they would definitely be equipped for elite troops.

Fully automatic rifles have actually appeared, but the main individual equipment for various countries is still bolt-action rifles. This involves issues of craftsmanship, industrial output, and resource supply.

To give an example, Chrysanthemum Country would certainly obtain blueprints through various channels or attempt to replicate them, but ultimately, they wouldn't be able to equip their entire army. Their small scale and poor craftsmanship would limit their own growth.

Of course, Allen has a way to deal with Chrysanthemum Country, and he doesn't even need to act himself, making them pay a more tragic price than in later generations.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose in joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Carter asked.

Since Wilson was a fake expert, her attention was focused on Allen.

Regardless of his purpose, he would definitely be recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, talent is sought after everywhere.

"Since you've asked with all sincerity."

Allen jumped onto the table, struck a pose as if he were ruffling his hair, and introduced himself: "I will mercifully tell you.

To prevent the world from being destroyed, to protect world peace, to uphold love and truth to evil, the cute and charming hero of justice.

Punching Kang the Conqueror, stepping on The Five Celestial.

I am the protagonist of this book, Allen, VIP patient number 9527 from Qingshan Rehabilitation Center."

Carter: "..."

He spoke so grandly and powerfully, but it turns out he's just a mental patient.

"On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., I formally invite you. Are you willing to join us?"

Never mind if he's mentally ill, as long as he can manufacture weapons and equipment, that's enough.

Allen shyly turned his head and agreed, "I am willing."

Seeing this, Carter felt a chill run down his spine.

It's not like I'm proposing to you.

Why are you acting so shy!

"I have one condition."

Allen pointed at Wilson, who was sulking, and said, "I want him as my assistant."

"Why?"

Carter wasn't concerned about the fake expert; she couldn't figure out the madman's thoughts.

"With Wilson around, it will highlight my exceptional intelligence," Allen stated frankly.

This reason truly surprised Carter.

Wilson, on the other hand, felt even more depressed, believing the entire world was filled with malice.

He, a graduate of a prestigious technical university, was reduced to being a foil for a mental patient. What a tragic end.

Of course, he had no choice but to agree.

Under Allen's framing, he had already gone down the wrong path and could only make the best of it by finding a job at S.H.I.E.L.D.

The reason for this was his concern about assassination by the KGB; at least it was relatively safe at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Soviet Union, Weapons Development Bureau.

Karpov ordered KGB agents to search for Wilson.

As soon as it was dawn, the researchers came to work, and he planned to tell Wilson about Allen's report.

However, after a round of inspection, he couldn't find anyone.

At that moment, he felt that Allen was telling the truth and immediately ordered a search.

"Report, Colonel, we haven't found Director Wilson. Cleaner Allen is also missing."

"You may leave."

Karpov's expression turned grim.

He had indeed defected. An expert valued by the country defecting to another country was like a slap in the face.

At the same time, he remembered Allen's plan.

"This is truly troublesome. I have to believe a mental patient."

Karpov picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said, "Give the agents lurking in America an order to find someone named Allen. He is of East Asian descent."

"Detailed characteristics..., he's a psychopath."

This piece of information naturally fell into the hands of Hydra agents, who immediately sent a telegram to the Axis powers.

At this moment, Dr. Zola was accompanying Red Skull, Johann Schmidt, in a document room, supervising numerous clergy and archaeological experts as they analyzed intelligence.

Collaborating with Vanguard Technologies, many technological concepts were impossible to realize in the current era.

Schmidt had no choice but to turn his attention to the mysterious realms, such as mythical divine artifacts.

After referencing numerous national documents, they identified many potential targets.

The Ark of the Covenant, where the Hebrews stored the Ten Commandments.

In Norse mythology, the Tesseract hidden by Odin.

The Holy Grail, which could grant eternal life.

Genghis Khan's Spear.

And many other treasures that, if obtained, would allow one to conquer the world.

"Leader, we have news about the Staff of Ra. It's in Indiana Jones's hands. Dr. Belloq, who is in charge of this matter, is tracking it. If everything goes as expected, we should find the Ark of the Covenant soon," Dr. Zola said excitedly.

"I hope the Ark of the Covenant truly possesses the power described in the legends."

Schmidt's expression was very calm.

He had obtained many so-called treasures before, but in reality, most were just ordinary artifacts. Only a few possessed trivial abilities, which were utterly useless for achieving his grand ambitions.

Just then, a soldier hurried over and handed a document to Dr. Zola.

Upon reading its contents, Dr. Zola's expression changed rapidly.

"Leader, one of the agents we sent has successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D."

Dr. Zola hesitated, unsure whether to reveal the full intelligence.

"Is there a problem?" Schmidt asked, confused.

"The problem is whether the agent is a decoy we sent out, or a psychopath," Dr. Zola said awkwardly.

Out of so many agents, only one psychopath had succeeded.

He didn't know whether to feel fortunate or unfortunate.

"We're recruiting psychopaths as agents now? Have we run out of people?" Schmidt asked with displeasure.

Dr. Zola felt a wave of awkwardness. He really wanted to say that Schmidt himself had recruited the person, but considering his leader's status, he decided to save face and explained, "His name is Allen. He was the one chasing us and shouting 'Hail Hydra' when we captured Oak City."

"..."

Hearing this, Schmidt remembered who it was. He said, with a mix of embarrassment and authority, "My judgment was indeed excellent. I didn't expect to discover such a talent."

"Yes, under your leadership, you will eventually rule the world."

Dr. Zola buttered him up with a compliment, perfectly understanding Red Skull's desires.

"It's a desecration for the world to be controlled by a bunch of trash, and I am rightfully the king who should rule the world."

Schmidt's contempt was genuine; he didn't even hold the leaders of the Axis powers in high regard.

Arrogant, conceited, and dismissive of everything.

The Skull Division obeyed the Axis powers only because it was merely parasitizing the nation's shell.

"Who was that psychopath again?"

"Allen."

Schmidt ordered, "Dispatch agents in America to contact Agent Allen with all their might."

"I'll arrange it immediately."

Allen, who was sailing across the ocean to America, was completely unaware that he had gained the attention of both the Soviet Union and Hydra.

His career as a triple agent had officially begun.

In fact, after Allen left, the Soviet Union and Hydra destroyed his records; the truth was too embarrassing.