(TL: PLEASE REMEMBER this is AU and the names of the organization or the date of establishment MIGHT be different. Thank You)
There were weapons experts among the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. They could tell whether the content and structure on the drawing were reasonable. Being able to understand, however, did not mean being able to design. Just as having a blueprint did not necessarily mean you could manufacture the weapon. Given the current industrial level of various countries, it was impossible to equip an entire army with the rifles from these two drawings. The barrel technology alone was destined for low output, so it would have to be reserved for elite troops.
Automatic rifles had been around for a while, but bolt-action rifles were still the main individual equipment of various countries, which involved issues such as process technology, industrial output, and resource supply.
"Who are you, and what is your purpose in joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Carter asked. Since Wilson was a counterfeit expert, her attention was now focused on Alan. Regardless of his purpose, recruitment into S.H.I.E.L.D. was inevitable. After all, talent was in demand everywhere.
"Since you asked the question so sincerely…" Alan jumped onto the table, posed as if he were stroking his hair, and introduced himself. "I will be merciful and tell you this. To prevent the world from being destroyed and to protect world peace, I am a cute and charming hero of justice who implements love and true evil. I punched Kang the Conqueror and trampled on the five gods. I am the protagonist of this book, Alan, VIP patient of Westwood Psychiatric Hospital, and patient number 9527."
Carter: "…"
He spoke so grandly, she thought, but it turns out he really is a psychopath.
"I am formally extending an invitation to you on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. Are you willing to join us?" No matter whether he was mentally ill or not, it was enough that he could manufacture weapons and equipment.
Alan shyly turned his head away and agreed, "I do."
Seeing this, Carter felt her scalp tingle. I'm not proposing to you. Why are you so shy?
"I have a request," Alan said, pointing at Wilson, who was sulking in a corner. "I want him to be my assistant."
"Why?" Carter didn't care about the fake expert, but she couldn't begin to guess a madman's thoughts.
"Having Wilson here can highlight my superior intelligence," Alan said frankly.
This reason genuinely surprised Carter. Wilson became even more depressed, feeling that the whole world was full of malice. He, a Ph.D. graduate from a prestigious science and engineering university, was reduced to serving as a foil for a mentally ill person. What a tragic end. Of course, he had no choice but to agree. After being framed by Alan, he had gone astray and could only hope to find a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. The reason was that he was worried about being assassinated by the KGB; at least in S.H.I.E.L.D., it was relatively safe.
Soviet Union, Weapons Development Bureau.
Karpov ordered KGB agents to search for Wilson. At daybreak, a researcher came to work, intending to tell Wilson about Alan's snitching. As a result, after a thorough inspection, no one was found. Suddenly, he felt that Alan had been telling the truth and immediately ordered a search.
"Report to the Colonel, Director Wilson is not found, and the cleaner, Alan, is also missing."
"You may step back." Karpov's face couldn't help but become gloomy. It was indeed a betrayal. An expert valued by the country had defected to another country, which was like a slap in the face. At the same time, he remembered Alan's plan.
"It's truly a headache to believe the words of a psychopath." Karpov picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said, "Give an order to the agents lurking in America to find a man named Alan. He is of Asian descent."
"Detailed characteristics… he is mentally ill."
This piece of news naturally fell into the hands of Hydra agents, who immediately sent a telegram to the Axis powers.
At this moment, Dr. Zola was accompanying the Red Skull, John Schmidt, supervising many clergymen and archaeological experts as they analyzed intelligence in a document room.
Schmidt had to turn his attention to more mysterious areas, such as mythological artifacts. By referring to documents from many countries, they had identified several possible targets: the Ark of the Covenant, where the Hebrews kept the tablets of the Ten Commandments; in Norse mythology, the Tesseract hidden by Odin; the Holy Grail, said to grant eternal life; and Genghis Khan's spear.
"Chief, there is news about the Staff of Ra. It has fallen into the hands of Indiana Jones. Dr. Belloq, who is in charge of this matter, is tracking it. If nothing goes wrong, the Ark of the Covenant will be found soon," Dr. Zola said excitedly.
"I hope the rumored Ark of the Covenant really has the power described," Schmidt's expression was very calm. He had obtained many so-called treasures, but in fact, most of them were just ordinary cultural relics. Only a few had useless abilities and could not help him achieve his ambitious goals.
At this time, a soldier hurried over and handed a document to Dr. Zola. As he pulled it out and looked at the contents, Dr. Zola's expression changed instantly.
"Chief, some of the released agents have successfully entered S.H.I.E.L.D." Dr. Zola hesitated, unsure whether to tell the full story.
"What's the problem?" Schmidt asked, confused.
"The question is whether the agent is a victim… or a psychopath," Dr. Zola said awkwardly. Among so many agents, only one psychopath had succeeded. He didn't know whether to be happy or feel unfortunate.
"We recruit mentally ill people as agents? Are we running out of people to recruit?" Schmidt said with an unhappy look on his face.
Dr. Zola was embarrassed. He wanted to say that Schmidt had recruited him himself, but considering his position as the leader, he had to give him face. He explained, "His name is Alan. He was the one who chased us and shouted 'Hail Hydra' when we captured Oakhaven City."
"…"
After hearing this, Schmidt remembered who it was and said awkwardly but with dignity, "I really have a good eye. I didn't expect to discover such a talent."
"Yes, under the leadership of the chief, you will eventually rule the world." Dr. Zola flattered the Red Skull, accurately grasping his thoughts.
"The world is in the hands of a bunch of idiots. It's simply a stain. And I should be the king who rules the world." Schmidt's visceral contempt was so great that he even looked down on the leaders of the Axis powers. The Skull Division obeyed the Axis powers, but it was merely a parasite on the shell of the state.
"Who is that mentally ill person?"
"Alan."
Schmidt ordered, "Deploy agents in America to make every effort to contact Agent Alan."
"I'll arrange it immediately."
Alan, who was crossing the ocean to America, was completely unaware that he was now valued by both the Soviet Union and Hydra. His career as a triple agent had officially begun. Even after he left, the Soviet Union and Hydra destroyed his information. The truth was just too embarrassing.
(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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