American comics: This guy is crazy

At night, the Weapons Development Agency was deserted.

Allen walked into Wilson's office with ease.

Sitting on the chair, Allen took a flashlight and flipped through the weapon sketches.

"Three-eight big covers."

Allen said confidently: "Asen, I will give you a fortune that is overwhelming."

Pick up a pencil and scribble on a clean piece of paper.

Within a quarter of an hour, the detailed AK47 drawings were completed.

"The first step is completed, Jie Jie Jie..."

Satisfied, Allen went back to the house to sleep and wait for the next development of things.

[Character]: Allen (2/10)

[Occupation]: lv30 alchemist

[lv10 decomposition: Processed items can be decomposed and restored. 】

[lv5 refining: can refine and purify decomposed reduced materials. 】

[Alchemy Heart lv10: Improve skills through knowledge accumulation, and have effect bonuses for creative and manufacturing skills. 】

[Material Science lv1: Master the basic attributes through contact with different materials. 】

[Pharmacology lv1: Master the properties and effects of different drugs through exposure. 】

[Pharmacology lv1: Study the process of refining pharmaceuticals to reduce the failure rate. 】

[Engineering lv5: Based on own knowledge, understand the operating principles of mechanical structures. 】

[Forging lv1: Forging and manufacturing increase the level. As the level increases, more changes in material structure can be mastered. 】

[Plastic Energy Learning lv1: Shape and analyze the process of elements, and learn more about how to use energy. 】

[Enchanting lv1: Attach the energy that has been understood to the required material. 】

[Time]: 1940 Hydra.

[Requirement]: If your current career reaches level 120, you can return to the original timeline.

Currently, at Allen's level, it would take a month to level up just by decomposing garbage.

So, he began to make preparations to leave.

In three months, he crazily crammed in knowledge, and according to the appearance of the classic AK rifle in his memory, Allen drew the drawings as long as he had the skills.

The next day, Wilson came to the office early in the morning.

After sorting out the documents on the table, I saw an unfamiliar drawing.

"Who touched my table?"

Most researchers don't like others touching their workbench. Even if it seems to be scattered and piled up, they are accustomed to using it and are unwilling to be forced to make changes.

Wilson picked up the drawing and said with disdain in his eyes: "What are you drawing?"

He concentrated on studying bolt-action rifles, and when he looked at the AK rifle with a new mechanical structure, he subconsciously resisted and disdained it.

Taking another look, Wilson frowned slightly.

Looking again, Wilson's eyes widened.

Then, the expression gradually became shocked.

Then he stood up, looked cautiously back and forth outside the door, and then silently closed the door.

At the corner, Allen stuck out half of his head, and a sinister smile gradually bloomed on his face.

"He was fooled, he really was."

At this time, a passing scientific researcher glanced at him and ignored Allen's nervousness.

In the Arms Development Bureau, everyone has a tacit understanding to ignore his unreasonable behavior.

If he hadn't been violent, he would have been in a mental health center long ago.

Within a week, Wilson had his moment of glory.

He presented the drawings to the Soviet Union and was immediately taken seriously. He worked overtime to produce the sample. After a dedicated person tested the performance, he was favored by the military on the spot.

Therefore, honor and status are greatly satisfied.

"Asen, congratulations on being promoted to deputy director."

Allen caught a gecko, put it on the table, and said, "It's not a gift. I caught the Pokémon when I came here. I remember you like to eat it."

"Alan, please knock first when you come in."

Wilson straightened his posture, his tone less gentle than usual.

"Asen, there are some things you can't control."

Alan stood up in disappointment and walked to the door, paused and waited for Wilson to speak.

As a result, Wilson just looked at him quietly.

In the end, Allen was the first to be defeated. He turned around and said mischievously: "Asen, you are in danger now. Someone wants to harm you."

"Who wants to harm me? Who dares to harm me?"

At this time, Wilson was very high-spirited. Not only did his status improve, but he also attracted the attention of high-level officials in the country. Who dared to risk the rule of law?

"It's not easy to harm you, just show that the drawings were not drawn by you." Allen said directly.

"How did you..."

Wilson's face froze, and he changed the subject in time: "Don't talk nonsense, I make a living based on my ability."

Allen patted his shoulder, picked his nostrils and said, "I need to tell you more about how much I weigh."

At this time, Wilson looked extremely ugly. He stood up and closed the door first, then closed the blinds.

"Ellen, who wants to harm me?"

Wilson said temptingly: "As long as you help me, I will definitely give you a lot of benefits."

Allen said righteously: "I, Allen, have always stabbed my friends, and I would never do anything to betray my friends."

"I couldn't sleep the other night and I went out to catch Pokémon. Guess what."

"What's wrong?"

"I see two sneaky men having an extramarital affair."

"..."

"The key is to do it in your office. When I think it's so exciting, I have to step in."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's a lie. I posted it on the door to eavesdrop. They said Wilson was old and incompetent, so he was trying to frame the blame. They asked you to move your butt so that some director's nephew could take over. pit."

Wilson looked at Allen's serious expression and felt that it was not fake.

There is an element of nepotism in the Soviet system, and I already believe it in my heart.

"Thank you, Alan, thanks to you."

Wilson patted Allen on the shoulder with a sincere look and warned: "You must not tell this matter."

"Don't worry, I keep the secret the best. I haven't told anyone that I am Qin Shihuang." Allen vowed.

No one could believe Wilson now, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

The next day.

People's Park.

Sitting on a bench was a middle-aged man wearing a trench coat and a top hat.

Wilson pretended to be taking a walk, sat down naturally, took out a cigarette from his arms, handed one to him politely, and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

"No, thank you."

After the cigarette burned out, Wilson slowly said: "I promise you."

"When will we set off?"

The middle-aged man looked straight ahead, deliberately not making eye contact.

"The sooner the better, I don't want to wait more than a quarter of an hour." Wilson said frankly.

Yesterday, after learning the truth from Allen, he was always afraid, worried that he would die inexplicably, so the first thought in his mind was SHIELD.

Due to the fame of the AK rifle, Wilson naturally became the target of SHIELD's attention.

In the past, he could be dismissive, but now he feels that Su country is a cremation furnace, and he can be shattered to pieces at any time.

"Someone will come to pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow night at the earliest."

After speaking, the SHIELD agent stood up, and at the same time, Wilson stood up and left in the other direction.

They were completely unaware that there were actually three people on the bench, and Allen had remained invisible and eavesdropped.