Chapter 37: Allen's Grand Scheme
At night, the entire Weapons Development Bureau was deserted.
Allen walked into Wilson's office as if he were strolling through his own backyard.
Sitting down, he flicked on his flashlight and began flipping through the weapon schematics.
"Type 38 rifle."
Allen smirked confidently. "Arson, I'm about to give you a windfall beyond your wildest dreams."
He picked up a pencil and started sketching on a clean sheet of paper.
In less than fifteen minutes, the detailed blueprint of an AK-47 was complete.
"Step one, done. Heh heh heh..."
Satisfied, Allen went back to his room to sleep, waiting for the events to unfold.
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[Character]: Allen (2/10)
[Class]: Level 30 Alchemist
Lv10 Decomposition: Can break down and restore processed materials.
Lv5 Refinement: Can refine and purify decomposed materials.
Lv10 Alchemist's Heart: Enhances skills through accumulated knowledge, providing a bonus to creation and manufacturing abilities.
Lv1 Material Science: Gains a basic understanding of materials through contact.
Lv1 Pharmacology: Learns the properties of drugs through contact.
Lv1 Potion Making: Studies the alchemical process, reducing failure rates.
Lv5 Engineering: Uses personal knowledge to understand mechanical structures and operational principles.
Lv1 Forging: Improves crafting and manufacturing proficiency, unlocking the ability to alter material structures as the level increases.
Lv1 Energetics: Analyzes and shapes elements, gaining a deeper understanding of energy applications.
Lv1 Enchantment: Infuses known energies into materials.
[Time]: 1940, Hydra
[Objective]: Reach Level 120 to return to the original timeline.
At his current level, it would take Allen a month to level up just by decomposing junk.
So, he began preparing for his departure.
For three months, he frantically crammed knowledge. With his memory of the classic AK rifle, drawing its blueprint was practically effortless.
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The next morning, Wilson entered his office as usual.
As he sorted through the documents on his desk, he noticed an unfamiliar blueprint.
"Who touched my desk?"
Most researchers disliked having their workspace disturbed. Even if their desks appeared cluttered, they were arranged in a way that suited their workflow.
Picking up the blueprint, Wilson sneered. "What kind of garbage is this?"
As someone dedicated to bolt-action rifles, his first instinct was to reject and disdain the new mechanical structure of the AK rifle.
But after another glance, his brow furrowed slightly.
A third glance, and his eyes widened.
Then, his expression gradually shifted to one of shock.
Immediately, he got up and cautiously looked around before silently closing the door.
At the corner of the hallway, Allen peeked out with a sinister grin.
"He took the bait. He really took the bait."
A passing researcher glanced at Allen but didn't bother acknowledging his antics.
Everyone at the Weapons Development Bureau had long learned to ignore his eccentric behavior.
If he weren't harmless, he would've been sent to a psychiatric ward long ago.
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Less than a week later, Wilson had his moment of glory.
He presented the blueprint to the Soviet Union, which immediately recognized its value. Engineers rushed to produce a prototype, and after rigorous performance testing, the military was impressed.
As a result, Wilson's honor and status skyrocketed.
"Arson, congratulations on your promotion to Deputy Director."
Allen casually tossed a gecko onto Wilson's desk. "Didn't bring a gift, so I caught a Pokémon on my way here. I remember you like eating these."
"Allen, at least knock before you come in."
Wilson straightened his posture, his tone lacking its usual warmth.
"Arson, there are things you can't handle."
Allen sighed in disappointment and turned to leave. He stopped at the door, waiting for Wilson to speak.
But Wilson simply stared at him in silence.
In the end, Allen broke first. Turning back with a mischievous grin, he said, "Arson, you're in danger. Someone wants you dead."
"Who would dare harm me?"
Wilson was at his peak—his status had risen, and even high-ranking officials were paying attention to him. Who would dare oppose him?
"Killing you is easy. They just need to expose the fact that you didn't actually draw those blueprints." Allen spoke bluntly.
"You…!"
Wilson's face stiffened before quickly regaining composure. "Nonsense. I earned my place with my own abilities."
Allen patted his shoulder, picking his nose. "You really think you're that capable?"
Wilson's expression darkened. He got up, closed the door, and drew the blinds.
"Allen, who's trying to harm me?"
"If you help me, I'll make sure you're well rewarded."
Allen declared righteously, "I, Allen, always betray my friends twice over. I would never sell you out."
"A few nights ago, I couldn't sleep and went out Pokémon hunting. Guess what I saw?"
"What?"
"Two men sneaking around, having an affair."
"…"
"The thing is, they were fooling around in your office. I thought it was so exciting I had to eavesdrop."
"Is this real?"
"Of course not. But I did overhear them talking about you."
"They said Wilson is old and talentless. They're planning to frame you so you can be replaced by some director's nephew."
Wilson studied Allen's serious expression. It didn't seem like a lie.
Considering the Soviet system's nepotism, it actually made sense. Wilson was convinced.
"Thank you, Allen. I owe you one."
He patted Allen's shoulder and warned, "You must not tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry, I'm great at keeping secrets. I haven't even told anyone about Qin Shihuang." Allen reassured him confidently.
Wilson, however, now trusted no one. A glint of determination flashed in his eyes.
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The next day.
People's Park.
A middle-aged man in a trench coat and hat sat on a bench.
Wilson strolled over casually, sat down, and took out a cigarette, offering one. "Smoke?"
"No, thank you."
As Wilson finished his cigarette, he finally spoke. "I accept your offer."
"When do you want to leave?"
The agent kept his eyes forward, avoiding direct eye contact.
"As soon as possible. I don't want to stay here a second longer." Wilson admitted.
After learning the truth from Allen the previous day, he had been in constant fear, afraid he'd die without even knowing why. His first instinct was to turn to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Thanks to the AK rifle's growing reputation, Wilson had already been on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar.
Before, he had dismissed them. Now, he saw the Soviet Union as a death trap, ready to consume him at any moment.
"Tomorrow night at nine, someone will extract you."
The agent stood up and left, and Wilson walked off in the opposite direction.
Neither of them realized that they weren't alone.
On the bench, there were actually three people.
Allen had been there all along—hidden and eavesdropping.
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