"Old Man's son, was my third lesson right? Ganging up on people is the way to go."
Allen had an arm around Steve's shoulders, watching the military men beat the colonel senseless.
Steve, whose sense of justice was overflowing, looked upon traitors with utter contempt. Especially one who seduced another man's wife and turned his son gay—his crimes were simply unforgivable.
Before long, the colonel was carried away, barely clinging to life.
What awaited him would surely be a death sentence.
"Please continue."
The presentation of results was not over yet.
Allen left for a while, then rode back on a vehicle.
"Hello, everyone. This is a three-wheeled multifunctional vehicle designed specifically for the battlefield."
A three-wheeled multifunctional vehicle was, put plainly, an electric tricycle—commonly known as a three-wheeler.
As a battlefield vehicle, it naturally needed to handle combat transport duties, and the military personnel listened patiently to the introduction.
"The entire vehicle uses modular manufacturing."
The implication was that it was cobbled together from assorted parts.
"Three wheels provide greater stability."
To be honest, three wheels were cheaper.
"It has an electric range of fifty kilometers."
Making an engine was troublesome, while an electric motor was easy. Wilson could make one just by winding wire by hand.
"The cargo bed can carry two tons."
No need to doubt it—it was a straight-up copy of an electric three-wheeler.
"It is suitable for transport across various terrains."
There were no weak vehicles, only weak people. Whoever hit the brakes was a coward.
After hearing the entire introduction, the military felt it was indeed worth putting into trial use. Perhaps it could ease the difficulty of supplying materials on the battlefield.
After all, tractors were too heavy and easily got stuck in soft mud.
"Does Expert Allen have any weapons?"
Among them, the Regret Needle had already won the military's approval. It was practically a divine artifact for interrogations and purging spies, leaving them nowhere to hide.
Of course, they felt that most of his inventions were a joke.
"Since you're all so impatient, I'll bring out the big gun."
Allen looked at Howard and reminded him, "Step back a little."
Howard assumed it was something like the Regret Needle and retreated several meters.
"Further back."
Howard simply hid behind a load-bearing pillar.
Wilson, who had nearly become a lab rat just moments ago, had already fled far away.
At this point, the military personnel also found places to hide, lest it became their turn to make fools of themselves.
The clearing of the area was complete.
Allen lifted a string of samples tied together with iron wire from his palm with satisfaction.
"The ultimate killing weapon, born from combining ten murder weapons into one—Death-Wish 3000~"
For a moment, there was complete silence.
The atmosphere became exceptionally awkward.
Tied to the wire were a machete, a bicycle chain, a glass bottle...
Even street punks in America used guns in their brawls. Taking this thing onto a battlefield was practically asking to die.
"Meeting adjourned."
The military higher-ups dispersed in disappointment.
They had expected something fierce, only to be greeted with a giant pile of crap.
"You people really don't know how to appreciate fine things."
Allen turned to Steve and said, "Old Man's son, this Death-Wish 3000 was specially equipped for you."
Steve's lips curled in disgust until they formed a W shape.
But Allen did not care and directly stuffed it onto him.
"This machete isn't an ordinary machete. After undergoing my Enchantment Craft, it can absorb and release energy. After ten slashes, you can land one critical hit." Allen said smugly, "The feature I'm proudest of is using it to cut watermelons. It will absolutely never leave an onion smell."
Allen deeply despised watermelons that smelled like onions.
"This glass bottle can not only be used to smash someone over the head. You can also use its base to start a fire with sunlight."
"This bag contains sand. If someone disagrees with you, throw sand in their eyes and blind them. It produces a magical effect through physical means."
"This is a bottle of poison. It is an AOE damage item. Just put a little into the enemy army's cooking pots or drinking wells."
Steve's expression grew increasingly shocked.
Once he understood their true purposes, he actually found them quite practical.
"Of them all, my favorite is the Bliss Whip."
Allen shook the two-meter-long bicycle chain and said, "For ordinary leisure use, it can scratch your back. Using it in actual combat requires more training."
"Not everyone can use it as easily as I can."
As he spoke, Allen already swung the chain, lashing out a series of afterimages.
Crack!
A crisp snap rang out.
Hiss...
The chain viciously struck Allen across the back. His eyes rolled upward from the pain, his tongue stuck out as he sucked in sharp breaths, and his entire body stiffened.
It felt incredible.
December 1941.
Chrysanthemum Country launched an undeclared attack on Pearl Harbor, prompting America to declare total mobilization.
The Axis powers, who were fighting fiercely across the Continent of Europa, received the news. Enraged by Chrysanthemum Country's overestimation of itself, they angrily... got a little angry.
"Chrysanthemum wants to become a sunflower? I'll mercifully lend it a hand."
Allen looked at the news in the newspaper, a radiant smile spreading across his face.
The first telegram was sent to Karpov.
Its contents were as follows.
Dear Boss, after the sacrifice of numerous proletarian warriors, we have finally obtained a top-secret piece of intelligence.
Through ancient ruins, S.H.I.E.L.D. discovered a hidden group called the Eternals. They are guardians of the Celestials.
The Celestials, who walk among the stars, use planets to nurture their kind, and our planet is one of their targets.
S.H.I.E.L.D. has confirmed that the entrance of a volcano in Chrysanthemum Country is where the head of a newborn Celestial is located.
They wish to obtain many era-defining technologies by studying the Celestial's body, thereby entering the age of interstellar civilization in one stroke.
America had long known about the supposed attack on its homeland and deliberately used it as an excuse to deploy troops.
I ask the organization to treat this with utmost importance.
Proletarian Warrior, Allen.
The second telegram was sent to Hydra Leader Schmidt.
Great Hydra Leader, after Iron Curtain Empire's efforts regardless of sacrifice, we have finally obtained a shocking piece of intelligence.
The core material of the so-called Adamantium is a substance called Vibranium.
Vibranium originates from an isolated African nation known as Wakanda.
Wakanda possesses technology far beyond the current age, all built upon the foundation of Vibranium.
Vibranium can absorb kinetic energy and release it again with no loss whatsoever.
America is now making secret contact with them. I ask the organization to take immediate notice.
Iron Curtain Empire, Allen.
Thus, Allen's career as a triple agent came to a perfect conclusion.
During that time, Allen traded his fabricated intelligence for more than one million dollars, all of which he donated to the Chinese Merchants' National Salvation Association.
Every piece of intelligence revolved around two pieces of information.
Allen had not made them up.
The Eternals did indeed exist in the world. As for whether there were any on the planet beneath their feet, he had no idea.
Wakanda truly existed, but it had closed itself off from the outside world and did not interact with outsiders.
Through his previous intelligence deliveries, he had continuously established the existence of the Eternals and Wakanda, ensuring that the Soviet Union and Hydra would believe it. Now, he revealed the final answer.
Based on those two points, the resulting outcome was clear.
The Soviet Union would certainly commit more troops to the war against Chrysanthemum Country, hoping to seize the initiative and land on enemy soil first.
This would undoubtedly ease the pressure on the ancient Eastern nation.
As for the Axis powers, they would surely concentrate their main forces in Africa to search for Wakanda.
Whether they ultimately found it or not.
America would be able to end the war on the European main battlefield sooner, then turn around and attack Chrysanthemum Country, reducing the time the ancient Eastern nation was subjected to persecution.
"Celestials, interstellar civilization."
After reading the intelligence, Karpov wore a grave expression as he sought out the nation's higher-ups to report the matter.
Following round after round of deliberations, adjustments were made to the military theaters. In the Asian theater, they not only increased support for their allies but also redeployed heavy forces to attack occupied territories.
The leaders unanimously decided that they had to be the first to capture Chrysanthemum Country's capital.
"Vibranium, Wakanda."
After reading through the contents once, Schmidt became extremely interested in Vibranium's properties.
With the Tesseract in his hand, he had finally found a divine tool that could truly help him conquer the world.
"Leader, if Vibranium's properties are real, then with the Tesseract's energy, building an invincible army would be absurdly easy."
Dr. Zola's eyes gleamed with excitement, as though the age he dreamed of was within reach.
"Prepare the car. I want to meet The Leader."
That day, telegrams from Berlin were sent to Desert Fox Rommel, who was stationed in North Africa.
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