"See, son? My third lesson was correct, right? Group fighting is the proper way to go." Alan put his arm around Steve's shoulder and looked at the scene where the military personnel were beating up the colonel.
A bitter sneer formed on Steve's face. His unwavering sense of justice left no room for gray areas, and he despised traitors of every stripe. He saved a special loathing, however, for the greedy and the lecherous—those who would sell state secrets for a pittance or poison a marriage for sport. To Steve, such acts were a deep, personal stain on the very idea of honor.
Not long after, the colonel was carried away, barely alive. He would surely be judged by death.
"Please continue." The display of achievements was not over yet.
Alan left for a while and rode back on a transport vehicle.
"Hello everyone, this is a three-wheeled multi-purpose vehicle designed specifically for the battlefield." A three-wheeled multi-functional vehicle, to be more precise, an electric three-wheeler.
Battlefield vehicles could definitely play a role in combat transportation. The military personnel listened to the introduction patiently.
"Modular manufacturing of the complete vehicle." The subtext was that the goods were pieced together from here and there.
"Three wheels provide more stability." To be honest, three-wheelers were cheaper.
"Electric range is fifty kilometers." Building an engine was troublesome, but an electric motor was much simpler, and Wilson could make it by winding the wires by hand.
"The bed can carry two tons." There was no doubt that it was a copy of an electric three-wheeled vehicle.
"Suitable for multi-terrain transportation." The only suspension in the car was the people inside. Whoever stepped on the brakes was a coward.
After the introduction, the military felt that it was indeed worth trying out and that it might help reduce the difficulty of supplying battlefield supplies. After all, a tractor was too heavy and could easily get stuck in soft soil.
"Does Expert Alan have a weapon?" Among them, the Repentance Needle had been recognized by the military and could be regarded as a magic weapon used to extract confessions and eliminate spies, leaving them nowhere to hide. Of course, most of the other results were considered a joke.
"Since you are so anxious, I will use my ultimate weapon." Alan looked at Howard and reminded him, "Stand back a little."
Howard thought it was something like a needle to mend past sins, so he stepped back a few meters.
"Stand back a little more."
Howard simply hid behind a load-bearing pillar. Wilson, who had almost become a guinea pig just now, had already escaped. At this time, all the military personnel were looking for a place to hide to avoid making a fool of themselves.
The clearing was over. Alan picked up a string of samples tied with wire, his expression one of pure satisfaction.
"The ultimate killing weapon is created by combining ten killing weapons into one. It will cost you three thousand lives." For a moment, there was silence. The atmosphere seemed particularly awkward.
The wire was tied with machetes, bicycle chains, and glass bottles…
"The meeting is adjourned." The military top brass left disappointed. They had thought they were going to have a strong orgasm but ended up having a big bowel movement instead.
"I really don't know how to appreciate it." Alan turned to look at Steve and said, "Son, this is specially equipped for you. It costs you three thousand lives."
Steve's lips wrinkled into a 'W' shape in disgust, but Alan didn't care and just stuffed it into his hands.
"This machete is not an ordinary machete. After my enchantment, it can absorb energy and release it. You can get a critical hit out of every ten cuts you make," Alan said proudly. "The function I am most proud of is that it can be used to cut watermelons. There will be absolutely no onion smell." Watermelon that tasted like onions was something Alan hated.
"Glass bottles can not only be used to blow up heads, but the base can also be used to make fire using sunlight."
"This bag is filled with sand. If you don't agree with me, it will cause blindness. It will achieve a magical effect through physical means."
"This is a bottle of poison, an AOE damage item. Just put a little bit into the enemy's rice pot or water well."
Steve's expression became increasingly shocked. After figuring out its real purpose, he found it quite practical.
"Among them, my favorite is the Whip of Bliss." Alan swung the two-meter-long bicycle chain. "It can be used for scratching the back for leisure purposes, but it requires more training to use it in actual combat."
"Not everyone has hands like me." As he spoke, Alan had already swung the chain, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
Bang!
A crisp sound… hiss…
The iron chain hit Alan's back hard. His eyes rolled up in pain, he stuck out his tongue and took a deep breath, his whole body tensed. It was so cool.
In December of 1941, an aggressive island nation launched an undeclared war, attacking a naval base at Pearl Harbor and causing America to declare a general mobilization. When the Axis powers, who were fighting fiercely on the European continent, received the news, they were furious at the nation's act of overestimating its own capabilities.
"This island nation wants to become a sunflower, so I will help her out of mercy," Alan said, looking at the news in the newspaper, a bright smile appearing on his face.
The first telegram was to Karpov: 'Dear Boss, at the cost of sacrificing many brave fighters, we have finally obtained a piece of top-secret intelligence. Through historical relics, S.H.I.E.L.D. has discovered that there is a group of people called the Eternals hidden in the world. They are the guards of the Celestials. These gods, who walk in the starry sky, use planets to nurture their people, and our planet is one of their targets. S.H.I.E.L.D. has determined that the head of a new Celestial is located at the entrance to a volcano in the aggressive island nation. They want to obtain many epoch-making technologies by studying the bodies of the Celestials, so as to enter interstellar civilization in one fell swoop. America had learned of the so-called sneak attack on its homeland long beforehand and deliberately took the opportunity to send troops. Please pay attention to this. Your devoted warrior, Alan.'
The second telegram was addressed to Chief Schmidt: 'Great Hydra Leader, after making reckless efforts behind the Iron Curtain of the Empire, I have finally obtained shocking information. The so-called Adamantium alloy, the core raw material is a substance known as Vibranium. The origin of Vibranium is in an isolated country in Africa called Wakanda. Wakanda has a technological level that is ahead of the current level, all of which is developed based on Vibranium. The metal can absorb kinetic energy and release it with 100% no loss. America is now in secret contact. Please pay attention to this immediately. Iron Curtain, Alan.'
Thus, his career as a triple spy came to a successful conclusion. During this period, Alan had exchanged more than one million US dollars for fabricated intelligence, all of which he donated to the local National Salvation Chamber of Commerce.
All the intelligence revolved around two pieces of information. Alan wasn't kidding. There were indeed Eternals in the world, but whether there were any on the planet beneath their feet was unknown. Wakanda really existed, but it was closed off from the outside world. The previous intelligence transmissions had been shaping the existence of the Eternals and Wakanda so that the Soviet Union and Hydra would believe it. Now, the final answer was revealed.
The Soviet Union would certainly deploy more troops in the war against the island nation, hoping to land on the enemy's homeland first. This move would undoubtedly relieve the pressure on a neighboring nation in the East. The Axis powers would inevitably mobilize their main forces to search for Wakanda in Africa. Regardless of whether it was found in the end or not, America could end the war in the main battlefield of Europe as soon as possible and then turn around to attack the island nation, thus reducing the time that the other war-torn nation was persecuted.
"The Celestials, interstellar civilization." When Karpov saw the content of the intelligence, he went to the top leaders of the country with a serious expression to report the matter. After rounds of resolutions, adjustments were made to the military's war zones. In the Asian theater, not only did the United States increase support for its allies, but it also deployed heavy troops to attack the occupied areas. The leaders unanimously decided that they must first capture the capital of the island nation.
"Vibranium, Wakanda." Schmidt read the content and was very interested in the characteristics of Vibranium. Holding the Cosmic Cube in his hand, he had found a magical artifact that could truly help him conquer the world.
"Leader, if the properties of Vibranium are real, then combined with the energy of the Cosmic Cube, it would be very easy to create an invincible army." There was a gleam of excitement in Dr. Zola's eyes, as if the era he longed for was within reach.
"Prepare the car. I want to meet the Führer."
On this day, a telegram from Berlin was sent to Rommel, the Desert Fox, stationed in North Africa.
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