Allen's Military Career

Fortunately, the New York City Police Commissioner arrived in time to control the situation, otherwise it would have escalated into a military-police firefight.

During this special period, with the principle of military priority and Allen belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D., he naturally had no trouble at all.

Moreover, Colonel Phillips looked at him with newfound respect.

That resounding slap felt incredibly satisfying.

The man was mentally ill and a weapons expert, leaving them with no way to deal with him.

"Steve, it's time for you to go to the battlefield."

Colonel Phillips walked up to Steve and said seriously, "After deliberation, a commando team led by you has been formed to support dangerous areas on the battlefield."

"Colonel, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," Steve replied solemnly.

"I'm worried about Old Deng's eldest son and want to go to the battlefield with him."

Allen suddenly interjected. During his time at S.H.I.E.L.D., his skills were almost maxed out, but his level had been stuck at fifty, so he planned to gain experience by fighting monsters to level up.

"You're not allowed to..."

Colonel Phillips turned to look, was startled, and retreated in shock, asking nervously, "Oh my, what an ugly Bernese Mountain Dog."

"Nanaue is a Demigod Sharkman."

Nanaue waved hello, revealing a smile full of sharp teeth.

"You should stay at S.H.I.E.L.D. and do research; the battlefield isn't suitable for you."

Colonel Phillips flatly refused Allen's frivolous request.

However, who could stop Allen from doing what he wanted?

Europe, Allied Camp.

Carter had been waiting for a long time. She held the rank of lieutenant and was specifically responsible for the commando team's missions and training.

A squad of soldiers in camouflage stood at attention, awaiting inspection.

When Carter saw Steve, whom she hadn't seen in days, among them, her eyes couldn't help but glisten.

"Is everyone who should be here accounted for?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm, I don't smell anyone missing."

Instantly, all eyes turned to the soldier at the very end of the line.

This person's helmet was askew, his combat uniform looked loose, and he was grinning obliviously.

"Allen?!"

Carter and Steve's mouths twitched. How did he end up at the camp?

The others looked bewildered, having no idea who Allen was.

"That's right, it's me."

Allen struck a pose with his hand shaped like a gun at his chin, saying coolly, "Surprised? Shocked? Happy?"

"I'll contact the army immediately to send you back home," Carter said, annoyed.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm, as if I wouldn't run out again."

Seeing Allen's smug, teasing expression, she realized that inviting a god was easy, but sending him away was difficult.

Then, she thought that they shouldn't worry about Allen's safety. Even Steve, who had nearly fully integrated and adapted to the super-soldier serum, might not be able to defeat him.

"There are rats, Nanaue is afraid of rats."

From under the tarp-covered area, a massive figure suddenly darted out.

Seeing the humanoid shark, everyone immediately drew their weapons, ready to fire.

"Don't shoot, he's one of us."

Steve quickly stopped his comrades.

Nanaue hid behind Allen, trembling, "Master, there are rats here, Nanaue is afraid of rats."

The two-meter-tall, massive body only had its head hidden behind Allen.

"You're not an elephant, why are you afraid of rats? You're a disgrace to the sea folk."

Allen said dismissively, but his hand was gently stroking Nanaue's nose.

"Steve, what kind of creature is that?" Carter asked in surprise.

"Uh... he's Allen's pet. We found him on the beach, a descendant of old gods," Steve said, unable to provide a more accurate explanation and opting for a simple account of its origin.

Among everyone, only Steve's uniform was different.

To put it bluntly, the First Captain America's uniform was quite ugly.

The military high command wanted to create a symbolic hero to foster firm belief in the soldiers.

"Allen, please keep an eye on your pet," Carter reminded him.

"Nanaue is just an idiot, what's his fault?"

Allen put on a pitiful expression, "And I'm a mental patient, an outcast rejected by society. Nanaue, we have such unfortunate lives."

"Master, don't cry, Nanaue will always be with you."

Nanaue tried to give him a hug, but his protruding snout bumped into Allen's face.

"Oh, hell, your nose poked my eye."

"Nanaue didn't mean to."

Carter felt a headache coming on as the man and the shark-man frolicked.

If she brought these two along on a mission, they'd blow their cover before they even got close to the target.

Carter didn't believe Allen's act of feigned pity.

Did he really give society a choice about accepting him?

"What do you want?" Carter asked directly.

"Even my heartfelt speech couldn't move you."

Allen wore an expression of "just as I expected" and said, "You really are a cold and heartless fellow."

"Nanaue, let's go squish each other."

"Squish squish, Nanaue likes squish squish."

In the camp, smoke rose from cooking fires, and a barbecue brought everyone closer.

Seeing that Nanaue was simple-minded and harmless, the commandos no longer felt fear or exclusion.

It was a winter night, and snowflakes were falling.

Everyone gathered around the bonfire, eating grilled meat and listening to the radio broadcast, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

They knew they might not return one day, so they cherished every moment with their comrades.

"The first battle is at dawn. We'll coordinate with the Army's 107th Regiment to attack Bethel City. Our task is to destroy the six bunker firing points along the way."

Commandos were essentially suicide squads, tasked with dangerous missions.

They were not only equipped with heavy firepower but also had helicopters at their disposal.

Carter pointed out the locations of the firing points on the map, and everyone listened intently.

Only Allen was lying on Nanaue's belly, fast asleep.

A disciplined mental patient must sleep on time when there's nothing else to do at night, otherwise, it's bad for mental health.

"The 107th Regiment, that's Bucky's unit."

As soon as Steve heard news of his good buddy, he perked up.

He recalled how he was eager to join the army and serve his country back then, but he was repeatedly rejected and could only watch his friend enlist.

Now that they had a chance to reunite, he was naturally happy from the bottom of his heart.

Carter smiled, "After successfully retaking Bethel City, we'll rest there for a week. You can catch up with your old friend then."

"I hope we can meet again alive."

Steve's tone was a bit pessimistic.

After all, war was merciless, and no one knew if their next meeting would be with a living person or a corpse.

Dawn was breaking.

Allen and Nanaue were sleeping soundly.

The commandos quietly boarded the helicopter. As the pilot ignited the engine, the power transmitted caused the rotor blades to spin.

Carter deliberately left them behind, concerned about the potential danger to their lives.

An expert in weaponry was a very valuable resource.

Moreover, the firearms used by the commandos were based on the blueprints Allen had provided.

As for Nanaue, he wasn't included; in Carter's eyes, he was just a pet.

"Nanaue, wake up. They heartlessly abandoned us."

Startled awake, Allen saw the helicopter rising into the air and nudged the drooling Nanaue with his foot. "Change your position, I'm too cold lying on the ground."

Since they couldn't catch up anyway, Allen decided to go back to sleep.

Lying on Nanaue's belly felt as comfortable as sleeping on a rubber mat.