American comics: This guy is crazy

"Boss, I want to report someone for rebellion."

Allen immediately approached Karpov and reported that Wilson had defected to SHIELD.

Karpov wears many hats and works at the Weapons Development Agency two days a week.

"who?"

Karpov frowned and asked.

Treason is a serious crime, and the current international situation is tense. The biggest concern is internal problems. Once discovered, they will be eliminated immediately.

"The second and fifth boy is Wilson. I heard that he and the SHIELD agents agreed to set off at nine o'clock tomorrow night." Allen said indignantly: "I didn't expect that he is that kind of person. The country has given him so much, but he is still greedy for wealth. No Like me, I'm very satisfied just sweeping the trash."

"..."

Karpov didn't believe it at all.

Wilson had just been re-employed and his future was bright. He had a good brain and was able to come up with the decision to defect to another country.

"I will immediately order someone to interrogate him." Karpov responded perfunctorily.

He was even thinking about whether to fire Allen. This mentally ill person was playing a frame-up game and might do crazy things in the future.

As for Wilson, he gave his trust unconditionally.

"Don't act rashly."

Allen closed the door, then closed the window, and said in a low voice: "This is my chance, Allen, to serve the country."

"You serve the country?"

Karpov's expression was far-fetched and he said earnestly: "It's a good thing that you have such a high level of ideological awareness, but you have to do things within your ability."

"Thank you for your appreciation, boss. I'll tell you the plan."

Allen didn't understand what the other party meant, and spoke out his idea in one breath: "Boss, Wilson is going to abscond tomorrow night, I will follow him together, then sneak into SHIELD and pass the information back to the country."

You damn kid, why are you disobedient and still want to be a spy? Please don’t lower the professionalism of the spy industry.

"Very good, what kind of cooperation is needed?"

Karpov followed what he said, thinking about how to find an opportunity to drive him away.

Allen clasped his fingers and said domineeringly: "Everything is under control. I can finally be as useful as a piece of toilet paper."

"..."

The next day, nine o'clock at night.

A speedboat docked beside the river in the suburbs.

Carrying two suitcases, Wilson hid in the woods and shivered with cold.

The Soviet Union is known as the land of cold winter. Winter comes early and is long, with temperatures reaching minus thirty degrees in some areas. Every year there are drunkards who stay out all night and are found frozen to death the next day.

"Dr. Duke, it's time to leave."

The middle-aged man pointed at the speedboat as a reminder.

"Then let's go."

Wilson glanced in the direction of the capital, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

The two of them walked towards the shore in the darkness, preparing to board the ship and leave the Soviet Union.

"Hey woo..., hey woo..., hey woo..."

At this time, a strange sound caused the people on the speedboat to raise their weapons.

Allen, who made the noise, ran from the other end of the woods and shouted: "You guys have been arrested, take off your pants immediately and lick your butt with your tongue."

Click.

Firearms loaded, responders prepared to deal with Allen.

"Don't shoot."

Wilson recognized Allen at a glance and thought that he could save his life, so naturally he couldn't watch him die on the spot.

"Alan, stop making trouble. It's very dangerous here and leave immediately." Wilson advised.

"I'm afraid of death if I don't become a Su native."

Allen compared his hands to pistols, blew on his fingertips, and said proudly: "But I'm afraid of death."

"..."

Is fear of death something to be proud of?

"Asen, just because I'm afraid of death, I want to go with you."

Allen put a hand on Wilson's shoulder and said: "Who in the bureau doesn't know that our relationship is not clear? If you leave, I will definitely be the first to be unlucky."

"You're just a cleaning lady, they won't make things difficult for you."

You are not only a cleaner, but also a psychopath. Whoever is full of food is targeting you.

"Damn it, you're enjoying your glory and wealth, but you're turning your back on me, right?"

Allen tried his best to squeeze back his tears, trying to pretend to be abandoned by others: "I paid by mistake after all."

"What do you want to do?"

Wilson scratched his hair in annoyance, unable to figure out what Allen was thinking.

Allen said sternly: "Let's travel around the world together and become a crazy couple."

"If you want to go together, I need to ask them."

Time waits for no one, and something might happen if you wait even one second longer. Wilson turned to ask the response staff.

The answer is yes.

When we came, we considered that Wilson had a family, so we prepared for three people.

Allen happily boarded the speedboat and headed straight to the sea to meet the cargo ship.

Looking at the vast sea, there is endless darkness.

"I am a generation of pirates in the Caribbean, and I will eventually become the man who becomes the Pirate King."

Allen stood on the bow of the boat, his mouth wide open, facing the cold sea breeze.

"Ah la la la la..."

The sea breeze rushed into my mouth, making my cheeks bulge.

After a long time, Allen said with satisfaction: "Drinking the northwest wind will indeed make you full. It tastes a bit salty. It has been added to Allen's luxurious private cuisine."

After three hours of speeding at sea, the target cargo ship was finally found.

The Soviet Union and America belong to the Allied Powers and have trade exchanges with each other. Most ocean-going cargo ships can directly enter the waters of both sides.

Of course, everyone is well aware of the poaching, but they just haven't mentioned it on the table.

It looks like a freighter on the surface, but actually there is a universe inside.

The first floor below the cabin was transformed into an office area, and many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were working on receiving telegrams.

This is a supply ship, specially designed to deliver supplies remotely to agents who are out on missions, and is also responsible for the response work.

"Welcome to SHIELD, Dr. Duke."

"No need to welcome."

Peggy Carter looked at the familiar Allen with a puzzled look.

"Ignore him." Wilson said awkwardly: "There were some episodes."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are safe." Carter said with a smile.

Allen looked at the white paper on the table beside him and began to draw by himself.

Make trouble, you must make trouble.

Allen felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't do anything for a minute.

Wilson and Carter chatted for a while, talking about the treatment of America.

Experts who surrender are always on the offensive with money.

"No more pretending."

Allen yelled, pointed at Wilson and said, "He is a fake. I designed the AK rifle."

Suddenly, the eyes of many agents gathered over.

"Alan, what are you talking about?"

Wilson panicked and then regained his composure. A madman could design firearms. Who would believe it?

"A Sen, to be honest, I am plotting against you."

Allen smiled mischievously and revealed the truth to the public: "I drew that drawing for you, just to let SHIELD pay attention to you and guide what happens next. It is not your own achievement. If you just sit back and enjoy the results, you must worry about the gains and losses. , I deceived you a little bit, and you were really fooled."

"How do you prove that you designed it?" Wilson asked.

Allen's drawings were placed on the table for everyone to see clearly.

It is another firearm with a completely new structure, completely different from the AK rifle.

"You can prove yourself and wait for SHIELD to recruit you, why do you want to frame me?"

At this time, Wilson asked loudly, letting a mentally ill person deceive him and losing face.

"That's different. The Soviet Union is hunting you, the AK design expert. I'm just a cleaner."

"..."

Is this a plan that a madman could come up with?

After being framed, the golden cicada escapes from its shell and can fly away.