Chapter 46: The Triple Agent's Mission Comes to an End
"Old man, my third lesson was spot on, wasn't it? Gang fights are the ultimate way to go."
Allen slung an arm over Steve's shoulder, his gaze shifting to the scene where the military personnel were ruthlessly beating the colonel.
Steve, with his strong sense of justice, despised traitors. And this particular one? Not only had he betrayed his country, but he also seduced married women and turned sons against their fathers—truly unforgivable crimes.
Before long, the colonel was on the verge of death and was carried away.
A death sentence awaited him.
"Please continue."
The demonstration was not yet over.
Allen left briefly, then returned riding a new vehicle.
"Everyone, this is a three-wheeled multifunctional battlefield transport vehicle."
In simpler terms, it was an electric tricycle, commonly known as a "sanbengzi."
A battlefield transport vehicle naturally needed to serve both combat and logistics purposes, so the military personnel listened attentively.
"The entire vehicle is modular in design."
In other words, it was a patchwork of assembled parts.
"The three-wheel structure offers greater stability."
Truth be told, it was just the cheaper option.
"Electric-powered, with a range of 50 kilometers."
Building an engine was a hassle—electric motors were much simpler. Wilson could even hand-wire one himself.
"It has a cargo capacity of two tons."
No doubt about it, it was a direct copy of an electric tricycle.
"Adaptable to multiple terrains."
There was no power steering—only powerful people. Whoever stepped on the brakes first was the loser.
After the introduction, the military found the vehicle worth a trial run. It could potentially ease battlefield supply challenges.
After all, tractors were too heavy and tended to get stuck in soft soil.
"Expert Allen, do you have any weapons?"
The Repentance Needle, which had already been approved by the military, was considered a miracle device. It was incredibly effective for interrogations and flushing out spies, leaving them nowhere to hide.
That said, most of Allen's other "inventions" were seen as jokes.
"Since you're all so eager, I'll unveil my ultimate weapon."
Allen glanced at Howard and reminded him, "Step back a bit."
Howard assumed it was another gadget like the Repentance Needle, so he took a few steps back.
"A little further."
Howard decided to hide behind a support pillar.
Wilson, who had nearly been used as a test subject earlier, had long since fled the scene.
The military personnel also found places to take cover—just in case.
Once the area was cleared, Allen, satisfied, reached into a wooden crate and pulled out a bundle tied together with iron wire.
"Combining ten different deadly weapons into one, I present to you—the ultimate killing machine: Three Thousand Deaths!"
Silence.
An awkward silence, at that.
The bundle contained a watermelon knife, a bicycle chain, a glass bottle...
In America, street thugs at least used firearms. Bringing this onto the battlefield was practically suicide.
"Meeting adjourned."
The military leaders dispersed in disappointment.
They had expected something impressive, only to be presented with a joke.
"You people just don't appreciate true genius."
Allen turned to Steve and said, "Old man, this Death 3000 is specially designed for you."
Steve frowned so hard his lips curled into a W shape.
But Allen ignored his resistance and forced the weapons into his hands.
"This watermelon knife isn't just any ordinary knife. Thanks to my enchanting techniques, it can absorb and release energy. For every ten swings, you get one critical strike." Allen boasted, "And my proudest feature—it's perfect for cutting watermelons, without leaving any onion smell."
Allen absolutely despised watermelons with an onion aftertaste.
"This glass bottle? Not only can it be used to smash heads, but the base can also focus sunlight to start a fire."
"This bag contains sand. If the situation calls for it, just throw it to blind your enemies. A physical attack with a magical effect."
"This vial holds poison—an AOE damage item. Just sprinkle a little into the enemy's food or water supply."
…
Steve's expression grew increasingly horrified.
But as he understood their real applications, he had to admit—some of them were actually useful.
"My personal favorite—the Euphoria Whip!"
Allen swung the two-meter-long bicycle chain.
"For casual use, it's great for scratching your back. But for combat, proper training is required."
"Not everyone is like me—some skill is needed to wield it effectively."
As he spoke, Allen began demonstrating. The chain lashed through the air, leaving afterimages.
Snap!
A crisp sound rang out.
Hiss…
The chain had struck his own back. Allen's eyes rolled upward as he sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body going stiff.
It felt… surprisingly good.
—
December 1941.
Without warning, the Chrysanthemum Nation launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, prompting America to declare a full-scale mobilization.
Meanwhile, the Axis Powers, who were locked in fierce battles across Europe, received the news.
Upon hearing about Chrysanthemum Nation's reckless move, they reacted with nothing more than a moment of anger.
"The chrysanthemum wants to become a sunflower? I'll be merciful and give it a push."
Allen looked at the newspaper headlines, a bright smile forming on his face.
He sent out his first telegram to Karpov.
Content:
Respected leader, at the cost of many proletariat warriors, I have obtained top-secret intelligence.
SHIELD has discovered through ancient ruins that a group called the Eternals exists. They are the protectors of the Celestials, beings who traverse the cosmos, using entire planets to nurture their kind.
Our planet is one such target.
SHIELD has confirmed that the head of a newborn Celestial lies beneath a volcano in Chrysanthemum Nation.
America plans to study the Celestial's body to acquire groundbreaking technology and propel itself into an interstellar civilization.
The so-called attack on home soil? America had prior knowledge but used it as a pretext to go to war.
This matter requires immediate attention.
—Proletarian warrior, Allen.
The second telegram was sent to Schmidt, the leader of Hydra.
Esteemed Hydra leader, after relentless efforts behind the Iron Curtain, we have uncovered shocking intelligence.
The core material of Adamantium is actually a substance known as Vibranium.
Vibranium originates from a secluded African nation called Wakanda, a country far ahead in technological advancement thanks to its monopoly on this rare metal.
Vibranium can absorb kinetic energy and release it with zero loss.
America is already secretly negotiating with Wakanda. We must act swiftly.
—Iron Curtain, Allen.
With this, Allen's career as a triple agent came to a perfect conclusion.
Through his fabricated intelligence, he had earned over a million dollars—all of which he donated to the Chinese Chamber of Commerce for National Salvation.
Yet, he wasn't entirely making things up.
The Eternals did exist. Whether a Celestial was buried beneath the volcano, however, was unknown.
Wakanda was real, though it remained closed off from the outside world.
By gradually leaking these two key pieces of information, Allen had successfully convinced both the Soviets and Hydra. Now, the final pieces fell into place.
As a result:
The Soviets would deploy more troops in Asia, aiming to invade Chrysanthemum Nation's homeland before America could. This, in turn, would ease the pressure on China.
The Axis Powers would shift focus to Africa in search of Wakanda.
And with this distraction, America could wrap up the European front sooner and redirect forces to the Pacific, shortening China's suffering under occupation.
—
"Celestials… Interstellar civilization."
Karpov, reading the report, wore a solemn expression as he rushed to inform the nation's leadership.
A new directive was issued—Asia would receive increased military support, with orders to push towards the enemy capital.
—
"Vibranium… Wakanda."
Schmidt's eyes gleamed with interest.
Holding the Tesseract, he saw an opportunity.
"Prepare the car. I must meet the Führer."
That same day, Berlin dispatched an urgent telegram to Rommel, the Desert Fox, stationed in North Africa.
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