American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 35 Officially Employed Cleaners

[Character]: Allen (2/10)

[Occupation]: Level 0 Alchemist

[Skills]: lv0 Disassembly, lv0 Refining

[Time]: 1940, Hydra.

[Requirement]: Current profession must be at level 120 to be able to return to the original timeline.

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Glug glug glug...

Allen kept blowing bubbles with his head submerged in the water.

what!

Not long after, it raised its head to breathe and then submerged itself in the water again.

Natasha gripped the steering wheel, quietly watching the other person go on a crazy spree.

Waiting for Allen to look up again for a breath, he asked expectantly, "How's my artificial turbocharger? Is it much faster?"

"The effect is excellent, please continue."

Natasha wouldn't expose him; she'd finally gotten some peace and quiet and let Allen torture himself.

"I really am an inventor. I have developed the human engine, Unit-01. Ignition."

Glug glug glug...

As the speedboat entered Soviet-controlled territory, it encountered troops that came to meet it.

Good evening, comrades.

Allen, adopting a leader's demeanor, said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

As the speedboat approached, Su Guo didn't waste any words. He put a cloth over Allen's head and took him directly to the interrogation location.

"Playing the mystery game is exciting. Are you going to use your feminine wiles? I have great stamina, so please make sure you have ten. If there are eleven beautiful women, I won't be able to control myself and will confess to them all."

Allen reminded him, "It has to be lace-embroidered stockings; they'll increase my stamina by 300%."

At this moment, the soldier ripped off the cloth cover, took out a hemp rope from his pocket, tied several tight knots, and stuffed it into the man's mouth, completely gagging him.

woo woo woo...

Allen couldn't make a sound and covered his head, looking extremely anxious.

"Natasha, welcome back safely."

A middle-aged lieutenant colonel greeted me with a smile; a special medal on his uniform indicated his extraordinary status.

"It's an honor to see you again, Director Karpov."

Natasha remained solemn, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The other party belongs to the Soviet Union's highest security agency, known externally as the famous KGB. Special agents and hero departments such as the Red House and Red Guards are all under the management of the KGB.

Karpov was one of the most prestigious young officers.

"Did the other party behave suspiciously on the way back?" Karpov asked casually.

"no."

Natasha, in a businesslike manner, answered truthfully, "He might really be mentally ill."

"Mental illness?"

Karpov was stunned, somewhat incredulous that the Axis powers would lock scientists and mentally ill people together.

"It's difficult for me to describe; please make your own judgment, Director."

Natasha rubbed her temples, recalling Allen's incessant chatter, and felt a sudden nervous breakdown. She even suspected that the Axis powers might have imprisoned her and the scientists in the same cell simply to torture them.

They walked into the interrogation room.

Two interrogators are already waiting.

This is a necessary procedure to prevent spies from infiltrating the Soviet Union.

In particular, researchers are treated with utmost importance, as any accident could result in incalculable losses.

The so-called interrogator is actually a psychic mutant who can sense whether someone is lying through their words.

At this moment, Allen sat in the interrogation chair, looking somewhat dejected.

It's likely that he didn't have ten beautiful women to interrogate him both physically and mentally.

"Name?"

"Odewumuweiwenenyeertuwenweiwuwenmubenousas".

"..."

Allen's opening remarks were astonishing.

What kind of name is this?

This is a damn spell!

"What's your name?"

The interrogator repeated it.

Allen repeated naturally, "Audewumwellvienenyeertuwenweiwuwenmubenousas."

The mutant interrogator shook his head, indicating that Allen was not lying.

Isn't it strange that Allen could possibly have the name of the O'Clan?

All because, while secretly playing on the computer at the Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, he came across a video of Odebiao transporting bananas across the African continent, and unilaterally declared that he was joining the Odebiao clan and that he would definitely live the life of transporting bananas on a 28-inch bicycle in the future.

Skip that, let's move on to the next question.

What are your special skills?

Special skills?

Allen looked between his legs, a confident smile spreading across his face.

The interrogator immediately interrupted, "I'm asking you what you can do?"

"I will both research and be researched," Allen said frankly.

The two interrogators smirked.

Is being studied by others a skill?!

Allen wasn't lying; he was being studied by doctors at the Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, and at the same time, he thoughtfully helped other patients study their medical records.

"What field is Dr. Wilson Duke an expert in?"

"I don't know him."

Allen countered, "Where is this?"

"You didn't know, yet you escaped together?" The interrogator rubbed his forehead.

"They all left, so I followed them."

In fact, Allen was completely confused and didn't even know when the operation started.

He didn't even know Dr. Zola, who assigned the task.

Upon arriving in this timeline, they naturally joined Hydra, assuming that whoever had the most power would be the one to serve them.

Dr. Zola's earlier mission was very vague, leaving Allen running around aimlessly like a headless fly.

"This is the Soviet Union, you are safe now," the interrogator reassured him.

At this moment, Allen said with a resolute expression, "I am a young man who grew up under the red flag, with no ideals, no savings, and no girlfriend. I am willing to be a brick in the motherland, and I will go wherever I am needed. Please use me as you wish."

"No, thank you," the interrogator firmly refused.

"I will make your dreams come true with my own hands."

Allen raised his hands, deliberately lowering his voice.

The trial ends.

The interrogator was so overwhelmed by Allen's train of thought that he almost blew his own brain out.

Of course, Allen's successful passage through the interrogation was not only due to his honesty, but also, crucially, to the help of Hydra agents.

Through a series of operations by Hydra agents in secret, Allen gloriously entered the Weapons Development Bureau as a cleaner.

At least he's been given a government job.

The daily work is simple: go to various offices to collect garbage, and then collect it for incineration.

Sitting next to the pile of garbage, Allen began studying the career panel.

[Level 0 Disassembly: Allows you to disassemble and restore processed items.]

[Level 0 Refining: Can refine and purify decomposed raw materials.]

"Alchemy is still a profession for making a living. Having grown weary of the fighting, I've long since retired from it."

Allen reached into his pants near his backside and pulled out the Blade of Redemption, which he had obtained in the previous timeline.

The question is, where is the blade of redemption hidden?

Allen would never tell anyone that he kept it tucked between his buttocks, and for hygiene reasons, he kept it tucked between his underwear.

Allen said that if you want to do it, there's nothing you can't do.

"break down."

His eyes were fixed intently on the Blade of Redemption, and he waited for a long time without any change.

"Could it be that the item level is too high?"

Allen then took out another test tube of Dionysus factor from under his armpit.

This was obtained from the Assassin's Guild base. I saw that Hydra agents were stealing them, so I stole one myself, thinking it might come in handy.

The results of further analysis of the Dionysian factor remained unchanged.

"Oh no, my magic has stopped working!"

(End of this chapter)