American comics: This guy is crazy

At Dr. Erskine's funeral, everyone from SHIELD attended to pay their respects.

Allen presented the white envelope and asked Mrs. Erskine, "When will the banquet start?"

"..."

The old lady was filled with doubts.

Wilson opened his mouth to explain: "Alan, there is no custom of having a banquet at a Western-style funeral."

"If you don't want to eat, what will I give you for free?"

Allen took back the white bag, handed it to Wilson, and said, "Give you the money back."

What was given was snatched back again, and the scene was very embarrassing.

Originally, the grief-stricken Mrs. Erskine almost fainted and fainted on the spot.

Allen said that idle talk without a meal has no soul.

Making jokes every day at SHIELD, Allen never forgot his job.

Naturally, it is the career of a triple agent.

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The content is as follows.

‘Dear boss, the warriors of the bankrupt class send you your noble greetings.

I have successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. The food standard here is very high, and everyone is talented and speaks well. It feels like going home.

Of course, as a bankrupt class warrior, I have always kept my mission in mind and will never let the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism corrode my firm heart. So far, they have not tempted me with ten blond, blue-eyed, long-legged, G-cup beauties wearing lace suspenders and white stockings.

It seems that I have initially gained trust.

No more small talk.

I want to report an important piece of information. SHIELD is secretly working on a project that can control the world, but unfortunately it has not been able to get inside the core.

Please rest assured, organization, I have a breakthrough and need to approve an operation fund.

Bankrupt class warrior, Allen. ’

Karpov, who was far away in the Soviet Union, looked at the contents of the telegram.

I felt a lot more relieved, at least Allen was helping Su Guo.

"It's such an amazing person to be able to gain a foothold in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Karpov was very curious, picked up the landline phone, and gave orders to America's agents, deciding to approve a hundred thousand US dollars in activity funds.

For the Soviet KGB, one hundred thousand dollars in exchange for an informant who can steadily output intelligence is a good deal.

Allen failed to provide new information, so it was impossible to provide a second amount of funds.

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The content is as follows.

‘Great leader of Hydra, the Iron Curtain of the Empire pays you the highest respect.

After going through a lot of hardships, I have successfully lurked in SHIELD, but I dare not relax the mission of the organization for a moment.

Through contact with Howard Stark, he learned that a super metal called Edelman alloy was being studied.

Please rest assured, I will definitely be able to obtain the alloy formula.

At the same time, we encountered a problem. We did not have enough funds to carry out espionage work.

Please, Your Excellency, the leader, approve a start-up capital.

Note: No pounds required, only US dollars.

Iron Curtain, Allen. ’

Schmidt read the contents of the telegram, with a satisfied smile on his face: "He is really a guy who creates surprises. He has already broken into SHIELD."

"An inadvertent decision to solve a troublesome problem is the first step for Hydra to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D." Dr. Zola said with a smile.

Hydra's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. occurred at the end of World War II.

After the defeat of the Axis Powers, Hydra no longer pretended to rely on, and instead accepted recruitment, and naturally entered S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I have to admit that SHIELD has a lot of good stuff, and Edelman Alloy is definitely not inferior to Super Serum."

Schmidt ordered: "Order someone to allocate 100,000 US dollars to him."

The super serum is on its way back, and Pioneer Technology will help research and crack it as soon as it arrives.

By then, Hydra will have an army of super soldiers.

In fact, in a normal plot, the super serum cannot be mass-produced cheaply. Otherwise, the Axis powers would not be able to retreat and lose the war.

Less than three days.

Two amounts of cash were delivered to Allen.

In the private apartment, two suitcases of cash lay on the bed.

"Are they so innocent? I feel a little embarrassed to believe that they are mentally ill."

Allen didn't care about money at all. He just made up some nonsense and sent out telegrams regularly with the idea that believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Just killing time.

That night, Allen put on an eye patch with two holes cut out, tied a sheet around his neck and went out invisible.

Facing the invasion of the Chrysanthemum Kingdom, the ancient Eastern Kingdom is in a critical moment.

Chinese compatriots living overseas spontaneously formed the National Salvation Chamber of Commerce to raise funds to save the country.

Among them, the group headed by the Chinese Business Union was the most active.

Bang!

The window glass broke, and a figure fell in front of a group of businessmen wearing long robes.

"Who is you?"

Everyone took out their weapons and stood ready to look at the strange intruder.

Their efforts to save the country were naturally assassinated by spies from the Chrysanthemum Kingdom, so they paid special attention to personal safety.

"Please, prince, please answer."

Everyone looked at each other and considered whether to shoot him on the spot.

According to America's laws, anyone who breaks into a private house can be executed without conditions.

Allen put the two suitcases on the table and opened them, explaining his purpose: "I will donate 200,000 yuan."

"It turns out he is a martyr to save the country. Everyone put away their weapons."

The president hurriedly asked everyone to count the cash. Since they are here to donate money, they are one of their own and must be treated with courtesy.

"Your Excellency, although we have the ambition to save the country, we cannot accept ill-gotten gains."

Looking at such a sum of cash, the president was worried that it would come from a wrong source and cause unnecessary trouble.

"You can grab whatever you want, I won't care."

Allen grinned with a mean smile and said calmly: "I got it from the Soviet Union and the Axis Powers. Are you surprised?"

"..."

Why didn't you say that Mei Xuanzong approved it for you?

"Your Excellency, the origin is unknown and we cannot accept it," the president said firmly.

"If you don't believe me if I tell the truth, I'll make up a reason."

Allen touched his chin and said for a long time: "Yes, I got it by trampling on my soul."

Can you be more fake? You can get so much money by trampling your soul. I guess everyone will line up and trample it together.

"If you don't believe it, help me burn it to the Lord of Hell, and write on the banknote the hell mode for everyone to be reborn."

After saying that, Allen was ready to go home and sleep. Wandering around at night was not a serious person.

"May I ask your surname?"

The president saw his intention and decided to keep it for a period of time. If there was no problem, he would exchange it for supplies to assist the motherland.

"I, Bruce Horn, never leave a name for my good deeds."

Bang!

Allen kicked another window and tried to jump out of it.

"Mr. Horn, wait a moment."

The president looked at the two broken windows and said helplessly: "Next time you come, can you take the main entrance?"

"That's not possible." Allen refused without hesitation: "Justice and soul can be thrown away, but style cannot be thrown away."

Leap.

Allen disappeared into the vast night sky.