American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 33 I, Agent Durex DuPont

"Don't worry, I won't let you take such a risk."

Dr. Zola thought to himself, "How could the good fortune of ten beautiful women possibly fall to a madman like you?"

A hint of disappointment crossed Allen's face, but he quickly rallied and said firmly, "Please, the organization, send ten blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged beauties to test me."

"Where am I supposed to get ten women for you, all with blonde hair, blue eyes, and long legs?"

Dr. Zola rolled his eyes, then regained his composure and said, "This mission is very important; we need you to act as a triple agent."

"Oh, a triple agent!"

Allen placed his right hand, making a gun gesture under his chin, and solemnly said, "This mission is extremely challenging, which is very much in line with my temperament as 007 agent Durex DuPont."

"..."

Durex is a condom company that was founded four years ago.

If Dr. Zola hadn't used it himself, he might have actually believed it.

"The mission is simple. We will create an identity for you, first infiltrate the Soviet Union, then travel to America, and establish a spy intelligence system. Don't worry, someone will be there to meet you."

Allen confidently declared, "There is nothing in this world that I, Durex DuPont, cannot accomplish. I will let the glory of Hydra shine in every corner of the world."

Dr. Zola nodded in satisfaction.

Although Allen has some mental issues, his fanaticism for Hydra is undeniable.

Listen to how eloquent he is; his words of praise are endless.

When they captured the city, Allen chased after them shouting "Hail Hydra!"

Red Skull saw that this kid was a talent and decided to bring him along to make up the numbers.

As the war escalated, Red Skull decided to establish an intelligence network and plant spies in the enemy's territory.

Based on the principle of making the best use of resources, Allen's seemingly abnormal state may be a reasonable disguise.

"Thank you for your trouble," Dr. Zola said comfortingly.

"What's so hard about it?"

Allen exclaimed in realization, "You really need to find me ten blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged beauties with G-cup breasts, wearing lace suspenders and white stockings!"

If you can't find ten beautiful women, how about ten strong men?

Dr. Zola gave a wink to a soldier beside him, and immediately two soldiers stepped forward and lifted Allen up.

"Damn, this is my first time with a man, I'm not mentally prepared, Damn Damn..."

Two soldiers dragged Allen out of the house.

Dr. Zola pushed up his glasses and muttered to himself, "Never mind, it's just a smokescreen. Hopefully, the other agents will be fine."

Hydra agents are trained through rigorous procedures; how could they possibly place their hopes on a mentally ill person?

The more pieces are sacrificed, the less likely the Soviet Union and America will find their true objective.

At this point, Allen allowed the two soldiers to support him, dragging his legs along and refusing to walk on his own.

"I am innocent. You must believe me. Let me see the Führer. I was the Führer's classmate at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts. If you dare to lay a finger on me, the Führer will not let you get away with it."

The soldiers were highly disciplined and completely ignored Allen's incessant chatter.

They escorted him to the designated cell and impatiently pushed him inside.

Before leaving, one soldier couldn't resist taunting, "Who doesn't know that the Führer failed his exams?"

Allen stopped causing trouble and began observing the people in the cell.

They were all somewhat old, emaciated from hunger, and their bulging eyes were fixed on him.

One of the prisoners casually asked, "Young man, what crime did you commit to get in here?"

"Being too handsome attracts the jealousy of petty people."

Allen tossed a stray hair behind his ear and said with extreme narcissism, "My damn good looks make me wake up handsomely at eight o'clock every day. I've never slept in even once. It's a blessing in disguise."

"..."

The prisoners looked at each other with pity in their eyes. One of them sighed, "Such a fine young man, tortured to the point of madness by the Skeleton Master."

"We scientists who oppose war and refuse to obey will probably not walk out of prison alive."

"Science is for the benefit of mankind, not for war."

"That's right, war is a crime against humanity."

……

Allen realized that he had been locked up in a prison full of scientists.

"Don't worry, everyone. Justice will surely prevail over evil, and we will definitely escape alive." Allen then struck a pistol pose and confidently declared, "No one can kill me, Durex DuPont."

"Save your energy. These Nazis only give us one meal every three days. Even if the cell doors are open, we won't get far."

A prisoner lifted his shirt, revealing a row of prominent ribs; he was nothing but skin and bones.

They were like walking skeletons, panting after just a few steps, making it impossible for them to escape the Skeleton Master's blockade.

"Luckily, I was smart enough to catch a Pokémon before I came."

Allen pulled a half-dead lizard from his pocket, shook it in his hand, and boasted, "So fresh! This big one is enough for three days' worth of protein."

grunt.

Some people looked disgusted, while others swallowed hard.

I'm starving, I'd eat anything I could find.

"Since we get along so well, I'll give you this as a gift, to make friends."

Allen gave the gecko to the first scientist he spoke with.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the scientists wolfed down the food, afraid that if they hesitated even a second, someone would snatch it away.

bang bang bang...

At this moment, the soldiers banged on the iron fence with their batons and shouted, "Lunch is served! Lunch is served!"

The soldier put down the two wooden barrels and then turned and left.

The scientists looked at the wooden barrel with disgust, and no one stepped forward to take it.

"Why isn't everyone eating?"

Allen couldn't wait to go forward and check the food.

Someone explained the reason: "Don't eat it, it's all leftover swill mixed with bread, even pigs wouldn't eat that."

"It's quite delicious."

Allen had a piece of black bread in his mouth and a grilled sausage in his hand.

"It's bread!"

"And sausages!"

"I must be dreaming."

In an instant, the scientists rushed forward, scrambling to grab the food.

vomit…

The scientist who had just eaten a gecko was leaning against the wall, vomiting uncontrollably.

Life is full of surprises. One second you're celebrating the day you can have a good meal, and the next, fate plays a cruel joke on you.

Snapped!

Allen threw the bread and sausage on the ground and shouted, "Don't eat this, everyone! It's poisoned!"

Suddenly, everyone fell silent, looking at him helplessly.

"They wouldn't give us food before, but now they're sending us food. They're definitely trying to poison us. How despicable!"

Allen's intelligence and IQ give him a superior advantage, leading to a fairly reasonable conclusion.

"That makes sense. Let's see if the person who ate it is okay. If they are okay, then we can eat it."

"They are so vicious; I thought they were doing a good deed."

"Thankfully, I didn't eat a single bite."

"I didn't eat any of it; I almost fell for it."

……

Before long, the soldiers came in and took away the wooden barrels. Looking at the remaining food, they couldn't help but mutter, "What cheapskates! They won't even eat what we give them, and they keep complaining about being hungry."

As the scientists watched the wooden bucket being carried away, they suddenly realized that the food was not poisonous and had indeed improved their meals.

"I haven't eaten yet, come back."

"Don't go, give me a piece of bread."

"Please, let me have a bite."

Unfortunately, the soldiers ignored them and disappeared at the end of the prison.

At this moment, pairs of eyes glared angrily at Allen.

If I hadn't listened to the madman, I wouldn't be starving.

Allen pointed to the bread and sausage he had thrown away on the ground: "Don't panic, everyone. I was clever enough to hide some food beforehand."

Did you hide that?

That's what you lost!

Of course, no one cared about that. They fought over the remaining food like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey, and it even escalated into a brawl.

(End of this chapter)