S.H.I.E.L.D. agents included weapons experts.
They could tell whether the structural content of blueprints was reasonable.
Being able to understand them did not mean they could design them.
Just as possessing blueprints did not necessarily mean one could manufacture what was on them.
Given the current industrial capabilities of every nation, these two sets of blueprints could not possibly be used to equip an entire army.
The barrel manufacturing process was destined to keep production low, and the ammunition consumption meant they would have to be issued to elite units.
Semi-automatic rifles had actually already appeared, yet the primary infantry weapon of every nation remained the bolt-action rifle. This involved issues such as manufacturing technology, industrial output, and resource supply.
For example, Chrysanthemum Country would certainly obtain the blueprints through various means or attempt to imitate them, but it ultimately would not equip its entire army with them. Its small scale and poor craftsmanship limited its own growth.
Of course, Allen had a way to deal with Chrysanthemum Country. He would not even need to act personally to make it pay a price even more painful than in the future.
"Who are you, and what is your purpose in joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Carter asked.
Since Wilson was a fake expert, she turned her attention to Allen.
Whatever his purpose was, he had to be recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D.
After all, talent was in demand everywhere.
"Since you have asked so sincerely."
Allen jumped onto the table, struck a pose as though brushing back his hair, and introduced himself. "Then I shall mercifully tell you.
To prevent the world from being destroyed, to protect the peace of the world, to uphold evil with love and truth, the cute and charming hero of justice.
I punch Kang the Conqueror and stomp The Five Celestial beneath my feet.
I am the protagonist of this book, Allen, VIP patient of Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, patient number 9527."
Carter: "..."
He had spoken with such flamboyant grandeur, yet he really was a lunatic.
"On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., I formally invite you to join us. Are you willing?"
It did not matter whether his brain was defective. As long as he could manufacture weapons and equipment, that was enough.
Allen shyly turned his head aside and replied, "I am willing."
Carter's scalp immediately went numb.
It was not as though she were proposing to him.
What was he being shy about?
"I have one request."
Allen pointed at Wilson, who was currently shutting himself off from the world. "I want him as my assistant."
"Why?"
Carter did not care about the fake expert. She simply could not fathom a madman's thoughts.
"Only with Asen around can my exceptional intelligence stand out," Allen said frankly.
That reason truly caught Carter off guard.
Wilson felt even more miserable, as though the whole world were filled with malice.
He was a doctor who had graduated from a prestigious science and engineering university, yet he had fallen so low that he had to serve as a foil for a lunatic. What a tragic ending.
Of course, he had no choice but to agree.
After Allen framed him, he had already gone astray. He could only continue down the wrong path and find himself a job in S.H.I.E.L.D.
The reason was that he feared assassination by the KGB. At least S.H.I.E.L.D. was comparatively safe.
Soviet Union, Weapons Development Bureau.
Karpov ordered KGB agents to search for Wilson's whereabouts.
At daybreak, when the researchers arrived for work, he had intended to tell Wilson about Allen reporting him.
Yet after making a full round, he could not find him anywhere.
He immediately felt that Allen had been telling the truth and ordered a search at once.
"Report, Colonel. Director Wilson has not been found, and the janitor Allen has disappeared as well."
"You may leave."
Karpov's expression darkened.
He truly had defected. A specialist valued by the nation had sought refuge in another country, like a vicious slap across his face.
At the same time, he recalled Allen's plan.
"What a headache. I actually have to believe a lunatic's words."
Karpov picked up the telephone, dialed a number, and said, "Issue an order to the agents planted in America. Find a man named Allen. He is Asian."
"His distinguishing traits... he is mentally ill."
This information naturally fell into the hands of Hydra agents, who immediately sent a telegram to the Axis powers.
At that moment, Dr. Zola was accompanying Red Skull John Schmidt in an archive room, supervising numerous clergymen and archaeological experts as they analyzed intelligence.
Through cooperation with Vanguard Technologies, many technological concepts could not be realized in the current era.
Schmidt had no choice but to turn his gaze toward the mysterious realm, such as the divine artifacts found in myths.
After consulting numerous documents from various nations, they had identified quite a few possible targets.
The Ark of the Covenant, where the Hebrews stored the stone tablets of the Ten Commandments.
The Tesseract that Odin had hidden away in Norse mythology.
The Holy Grail, which could grant immortality.
Genghis Khan's Spear.
As well as many treasures that could grant world domination to whoever possessed them.
"Leader, there is news of the Staff of Ra. It has fallen into Indiana Jones's hands. Dr. Belloq, who is in charge of the matter, is tracking him. If nothing goes wrong, we will soon find the Ark of the Covenant containing the Ten Commandments," Dr. Zola reported excitedly.
"I hope the Ark from the rumors truly possesses the power described."
Schmidt's expression remained utterly calm.
He had acquired quite a few so-called treasures, but in truth, most had merely been ordinary antiques. Only a small number were ancient objects with trivial abilities, completely incapable of helping him achieve his grand ambitions.
At that moment, a soldier hurried over and presented a document to Dr. Zola.
The moment he pulled it out and read the contents, Dr. Zola's expression changed repeatedly.
"Leader, one of the agents we sent out has successfully entered S.H.I.E.L.D."
Dr. Zola hesitated, unsure whether to reveal the full intelligence.
"What is the problem?" Schmidt asked in confusion.
"The problem is that the agent we sent out as a sacrifice is a lunatic," Dr. Zola said awkwardly.
Out of so many agents, only a lunatic had succeeded.
He did not know whether he should feel fortunate or unfortunate.
"We are recruiting lunatics as agents now? Have we run out of people to recruit?" Schmidt asked with displeasure.
Dr. Zola felt extremely awkward. He wanted to say outright that Schmidt himself had recruited the man, but considering the leader's status, he had to save him some face. Thus, he explained, "His name is Allen. He was the one who chased after us shouting 'Long live Hydra!' when we captured the city of Oakes."
"..."
With that said, Schmidt remembered who he was. Awkward yet dignified, he said, "As expected, I have a good eye. I never thought I would uncover such talent."
"Yes. Under your leadership, Leader, you will eventually rule the world."
Dr. Zola delivered a flattering remark, perfectly grasping Red Skull's mindset.
"The world is controlled by a bunch of trash. It is simply a desecration, and I am naturally the king meant to rule it."
Schmidt's contempt came from the depths of his heart. He did not even regard the leaders of the Axis powers as worthy of his notice.
Arrogant and conceited, he looked down on everyone and everything.
The Skull Division obeyed the Axis powers only because it used the shell of a nation as a host to parasitize.
"What was that lunatic's name again?"
"Allen."
Schmidt said, "Deploy the agents in America and have them do everything in their power to contact Agent Allen."
"I will arrange it immediately."
Allen, who was crossing the ocean toward America, had no idea that he had gained the attention of both the Soviet Union and Hydra.
His career as a triple agent had officially begun.
After Allen departed, the Soviet Union and Hydra even destroyed his files. The truth was simply too humiliating.
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