(TL: PLEASE REMEMBER this is AU and the names of the organization or the date of establishment MIGHT be different. Thank You)
At night, the Weapons Development Bureau was completely empty. Alan walked into Wilson's office with ease. Sitting in a chair, Alan flipped through the weapon sketches with a flashlight.
"Watch closely, Wilson my friend," Alan said confidently to the empty room. "I am about to give you a fortune that will overwhelm you."
He picked up a pencil and began scribbling on a clean sheet of paper. Within a quarter of an hour, a detailed schematic of the AK-47 was complete.
"The first step is complete," he cackled to himself, a sinister smile on his face. Satisfied, Alan went back to his room to sleep, waiting for the next stage of his plan to unfold.
[CHARACTER]: ALAN (2/10)
[PROFESSION]: ALCHEMIST (LV. 30)
[SKILLS]:
DECOMPOSITION (LV. 10): Can decompose and restore processed items.
REFINING (LV. 5): Can refine and purify decomposed and restored materials.
HEART OF ALCHEMY (LV. 10): Improve skills through knowledge accumulation. Grants effect bonus for creation and manufacturing skills.
MATERIAL SCIENCE (LV. 1): Master the basic properties by touching different materials.
PHARMACOLOGY (LV. 1): Master the effects of medicines through contact with different medicines.
PHARMACY (LV. 1): Study the process of refining medicine to reduce the failure rate.
ENGINEERING (LV. 5): Based on one's own knowledge, one has a deep understanding of the operating principles of mechanical structures.
FORGING (LV. 1): Forging and manufacturing improve the level. As the level increases, you will master more ways to change the material structure.
ENERGY SHAPING (LV. 1): Shaping and analyzing the process of elements and understanding more ways to use energy.
ENCHANTMENT (LV. 1): Attach the energy you have understood to the required substance.
[TIMELINE]: HYDRA (1940)
[REQUIREMENT]: THE CURRENT PROFESSION MUST REACH LV. 120 TO RETURN TO THE ORIGINAL TIMELINE.
At Alan's current 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 had frantically absorbed knowledge and, relying on the classic rifle's appearance in his memory, drawn the blueprints with a skill that defied his chaotic nature.
The next day, Wilson came to the office early. While sorting through the documents on his desk, he found the unfamiliar drawing.
"Who touched my table?" Most researchers dislike others touching their workbenches. Even if they seem scattered, they are used to the layout and don't want it changed.
Wilson picked up the blueprint, a look of disdain in his eyes. "What is this supposed to be?" He was concentrating on studying bolt-action rifles, and when he looked at this new mechanical structure, he subconsciously resisted it.
After another look, Wilson frowned slightly. Looking again, his eyes widened. Then, his expression gradually turned to one of pure shock. He stood up, looked cautiously back and forth outside the door, and then silently locked it.
At the corner of the hallway, Alan stuck out half of his head, a sinister smile blooming on his face. "He was fooled. He really was." At this time, a passing researcher glanced at him and ignored Alan's strange behavior. In the Weapons Development Bureau, everyone had a tacit understanding to ignore his unreasonable antics. If he hadn't been completely non-violent, he would have been sent to a mental health center long ago.
Within a week, Wilson had his moment of glory. He presented the drawings to the Soviet high command and was immediately taken seriously. He worked overtime to produce a sample. After a dedicated team tested its performance, he was favored by the military on the spot. Honor and status were greatly satisfied.
"Wilson, congratulations on your promotion to deputy director." Alan caught a gecko, put it on the table, and said, "It's not a big gift. I just caught this Pokémon on my way here. I remember you liked to eat it."
"Alan, please knock before you come in." Wilson straightened his posture, his tone less gentle than usual.
"Wilson, there are some things you can't control." Alan stood up in disappointment and walked to the door, pausing to wait for Wilson to speak. As a result, Wilson just looked at him quietly.
Finally, Alan was the first to lose the battle. He turned around and said slyly, "Wilson, 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 in high spirits. Not only had his status been elevated, but he was also receiving attention from top government officials. Who would dare to risk the law?
"It's easy to harm you. Just point out that the blueprint was not drawn by you," Alan said directly.
"How did you…" Wilson's face froze, and he quickly changed the subject. "Don't talk nonsense. I make a living by my own ability."
Alan patted his shoulder, picked his nose, and said, "Do I need to spell it out for you?"
At this, Wilson's face became extremely ugly. He stood up, closed the door, and pulled the blinds. "Alan, who wants to harm me?" Wilson tempted, "As long as you help me, I will definitely give you a lot of benefits."
Alan said righteously, "I, Alan, have always been there for my friends. I would never betray them… unless it was really funny."
"I couldn't sleep the other night, so I went out to catch Pokémon, and guess what."
"What?"
"I saw two sneaky men having an affair."
"…"
"The key is, it was in your office. I thought it was so exciting that I had to step in."
"Is this true?"
"Of course, it's a lie. But I did stick to the door and eavesdrop. They said that Wilson was old and incompetent and that they were trying to frame you so that some director's nephew could take your position."
Wilson looked at Alan's serious expression and felt that it didn't seem fake. He already believed the Soviet system was nepotistic.
"Thank you, Alan. It's all thanks to you." Wilson patted Alan's shoulder sincerely and warned, "You must not tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry. I'm the best at keeping secrets. I haven't even told anyone that I'm secretly the king of Atlantis," Alan vowed.
Wilson didn't trust anyone now, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
The next day, in a public park, a middle-aged man in a windbreaker and a top hat sat on a bench. Wilson pretended to walk over, sat down naturally, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and politely offered one. "Do you want a smoke?"
"No, thank you."
After the cigarette burned out, Wilson slowly said, "I accept your offer."
"When do you leave?" the middle-aged man asked, looking straight ahead, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
"The sooner the better. I don't want to stay even a quarter of an hour longer," Wilson said frankly. Yesterday, after learning the "truth" from Alan, he was constantly afraid, worried he would die under obscure circumstances. The first thing that came to his mind was S.H.I.E.L.D.Due to the fame of the AK rifle, Wilson had naturally become a target for their recruitment. Before, he could have been dismissive, but now he felt that the Soviet state was a crematorium that could shatter him to pieces at any time.
"Someone will come to pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow night at the earliest."
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stood up after saying this, and at the same time, Wilson stood up and left in the other direction.
They had no idea that there were actually three people on the bench and that Alan had been eavesdropping the whole time while remaining invisible.
(TL: PLEASE REMEMBER this is AU and the names of the organization or the date of establishment MIGHT be different. Thank You)
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