The Three-Sided Spy's Curtain Call

"Old man's eldest son, my third lesson was right, wasn't it? Gang-up is the way to go."

Allen slung an arm over Steve's shoulder, his gaze fixed on the military personnel beating up the colonel.

Steve, brimming with a sense of justice, disdained the traitor, especially one who seduced married women and corrupted sons – truly heinous crimes.

Before long, the colonel was carried away, half-dead.

A death sentence awaited him.

"Please continue."

The demonstration of results was not yet over.

Allen left for a moment and rode back on a mode of transport.

"Hello everyone, this is a three-wheeled multi-functional vehicle designed specifically for the battlefield."

A three-wheeled multi-functional vehicle, to put it plainly, an electric tricycle, commonly known as a "san beng zi."

As a battlefield vehicle, it was naturally capable of combat and transport. The military personnel listened patiently to the introduction.

"The entire vehicle is modularly manufactured."

The subtext: it's a cobbled-together product.

"Three wheels offer greater stability."

Honestly, three wheels are cheaper.

"Electric range of fifty kilometers."

Making an engine is troublesome, but motors are simple. Wilson could make one just by winding wires by hand.

"The cargo bed can carry a load of two tons."

Don't doubt it, it's really just a copy of an electric tricycle.

"Suitable for multi-terrain transport."

There are no weak vehicles, only weak people. Whoever brakes is a grandson.

After the presentation, the military felt it was indeed worth investing in a trial, as it might alleviate the difficulties of battlefield supply logistics.

After all, tractors were too heavy and easily got stuck in soft mud.

"Does Allen the expert have any weapons?"

Meanwhile, the "Repentance Needle" had already been recognized by the military, considered a divine artifact used for interrogation and rooting out spies, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Of course, they felt most of the results were a joke.

"Since you're all so eager, I'll unveil the ultimate weapon."

Allen looked at Howard and said, "Step back a bit."

Howard thought it was something similar to the Repentance Needle, so he retreated a few meters.

"Step back a bit further."

Howard ended up hiding behind a load-bearing pillar.

Wilson, who had almost become a guinea pig earlier, had already fled.

At this point, the military personnel were finding places to hide, lest it be their turn to make a fool of themselves.

The clearing was complete.

Allen, with a satisfied look, picked up a sample tied together with wire.

"The ultimate killing weapon born from the combination of ten killing weapons, the Death-Wish 3000~"

For a moment, there was dead silence.

The atmosphere became exceptionally awkward.

Tied to the wire were a watermelon knife, a bicycle chain, and a glass bottle…

Street thugs in America used firearms for fights. Bringing this thing onto the battlefield would be no different than sending them to their deaths.

"Meeting adjourned."

The military brass dispersed in disappointment.

They had expected something impressive, but it turned out to be a complete flop.

"They really don't know how to appreciate things."

Allen then turned to Steve and said, "Old man's eldest son, this Death-Wish 3000 is specially equipped for you."

Steve's lips puckered into a "W" shape in disgust.

But Allen paid him no mind and directly shoved it onto him.

"This watermelon knife isn't just any ordinary watermelon knife. After my enchantment process, it can absorb energy and release it. You'll get a critical hit after ten slashes," Allen said proudly. "My most proud feature is that it's perfect for cutting watermelons, and they'll absolutely have no hint of onion flavor."

Watermelons tasting like onions was something Allen detested.

"The glass bottle can not only be used for headshots, but its base can also be used to focus sunlight to start a fire."

"This bag is filled with sand. If we disagree, I'll throw it in your eyes to blind you. It's a physical method that achieves a magical effect."

"This is a bottle of poison. It's an area-of-effect damage item. Just put a little bit into the enemy's cooking pot or their well."

Steve's expression grew more and more shocked.

Once he understood the true purpose, he genuinely felt it was quite practical.

"Among these, my favorite is the Bliss Whip."

Allen swung the two-meter-long bicycle chain and said, "For casual use, it can be used to scratch your back. For actual combat, you'll need plenty of training."

"Not everyone can do it as easily as I can."

As he spoke, Allen was already whipping the chain, creating afterimages.

Crack!

A crisp sound.

Hiss...

The chain brutally whipped his own back. Allen's eyes rolled upwards in pain, his tongue sticking out as he sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body stiffening.

So satisfying.

December 1941.

The Chrysanthemum Country launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor without declaring war, causing America to declare full mobilization.

Upon receiving the news, the Axis powers, who were fiercely engaged on the European continent, were furious at the Chrysanthemum Country's overestimation of its own strength.

"If the Chrysanthemum wants to become a sunflower, I'll graciously lend a hand."

Allen looked at the news on the newspaper, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.

The first telegram was sent to Karpov.

The content was as follows:

"Esteemed Boss, after sacrificing numerous proletarian warriors, we have finally obtained a piece of top-secret intelligence. S.H.I.E.L.D. has discovered a hidden group of people called the Eternals through historical relics. They are guarded by the Celestials. The Celestials, who traverse the stars, use planets to nurture their kin, and our planet is one of their targets. S.H.I.E.L.D. has confirmed that the entrance to the volcano in the Chrysanthemum Country is the location of a nascent Celestial's head. They wish to acquire many epoch-making technologies by studying the Celestial's body, thereby entering interstellar civilization in one fell swoop. Regarding the so-called surprise attack on our homeland, America was aware of it long ago and deliberately used it as an opportunity to deploy troops. I urge the organization to take this matter seriously. Proletarian Warrior, Allen."

The second telegram was sent to Leader Schmidt.

"Great Leader of Hydra, through the selfless efforts within the Empire's iron curtain, we have finally obtained astonishing intelligence. The so-called Adamantium's core raw material is a substance known as Vibranium. Vibranium's original source is an isolated country in Africa called Wakanda. Wakanda possesses a technological level far surpassing the current era, all of which is developed based on Vibranium. Vibranium's characteristic is its ability to absorb kinetic energy and release it without any loss. America is currently making secret contact; I urge the organization to pay immediate attention. Empire's Iron Curtain, Allen."

Thus, his career as a triple agent came to a perfect conclusion. During this time, Allen earned over a million US dollars by fabricating intelligence, all of which was donated to the Chinese Merchants Association for National Salvation. The intelligence reports all revolved around two pieces of information. Allen wasn't lying. The Eternals do exist in the world; as for whether they exist on the planet beneath their feet, he didn't know. Wakanda does exist, but it remains isolated from the outside world. In the previous intelligence transmissions, he had been building up the existence of the Eternals and Wakanda to make the Soviet Union and Hydra believe him. Now, he was revealing the final answers. Based on these two points, the consequences would be: The Soviet Union would undoubtedly commit more troops to the war against the Chrysanthemum Country, aiming to be the first to land on enemy territory. This move would undoubtedly alleviate the pressure on the ancient Eastern nation. Meanwhile, the Axis powers would surely mobilize their main forces to Africa to search for Wakanda. Whether they find it or not...

America could have ended the war on the European main battlefield early, then turned to attack Chrysanthemum Country, thereby reducing the persecution time of the ancient Eastern country.

"Celestials, interstellar civilization."

Karpov saw the intelligence and, with a solemn expression, reported it to the country's high-level officials.

After rounds of resolutions, adjustments were made to the military's war zones. In the Asian theater, not only was support for allies increased, but heavy troops were also dispatched to attack occupied territories.

The leaders unanimously decided that Chrysanthemum Country's capital must be captured first.

"Vibranium, Wakanda."

Schmidt, after reviewing the content, was very interested in the properties of Vibranium.

Holding the Tesseract, he had found a divine artifact that could truly help him conquer the world.

"Leader, if the properties of Vibranium are real, then combined with the energy of the Tesseract, creating an invincible army will be incredibly easy."

Dr. Zola's eyes gleamed with excitement, as if the era he longed for was within reach.

"Prepare the car, I need to see the Leader."

On this day, a telegram from Berlin was sent to Rommel, the Desert Fox, stationed in North Africa.