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Chapter 37 Allen's Big Conspiracy

At night, the entire weapons development bureau was deserted.

Allen walked into Wilson's office with practiced ease.

Sitting in the chair, Allen took out a flashlight and began to examine the weapon sketches.

"Type 38 rifle".

Allen said confidently, "Ah Sen, I'll give you an immense fortune."

Pick up a pencil and scribble on a clean sheet of paper.

In less than fifteen minutes, detailed AK47 blueprints were completed.

"First step complete, hehehe..."

Allen went back to his room to sleep, satisfied, and waited to see how things would unfold.

[Character]: Allen (2/10)

[Class]: Level 30 Alchemist

[Level 10 Disassembly: Allows you to disassemble and restore processed items.]

[Level 5 Refining: Can refine and purify decomposed raw materials.]

[Alchemy Heart Lv10: Improves skills through knowledge accumulation, providing a bonus to creation and manufacturing skills.]

[Materials Science Level 1: Master basic properties through contact with different materials.]

[Pharmacology Level 1: Understanding the effects of different drugs through contact with them.]

[Pharmacology lv1: Research the potion-making process to reduce the failure rate.]

[Engineering Level 5: Based on personal knowledge, understand the operating principles of mechanical structures.]

[Forging Lv.1: Improves forging and crafting skills, allowing you to learn more about altering material structures as your level increases.]

[Plastics Level 1: The process of shaping and analyzing elements, gaining a deeper understanding of how energy is used.]

[Enchantment Lv.1: Imbue the desired substance with the energy you have already discerned.]

[Time]: 1940, Hydra.

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

Currently, at Allen's level, it would take him a month to level up by simply decomposing garbage.

So he began preparations to leave.

Over three months, Allen frantically crammed on knowledge, and based on his memory of the classic AK rifle, he drew the blueprints with ease.

The next day, Wilson came to the office early in the morning.

While tidying up the files on my desk, I came across an unfamiliar drawing.

"Who touched my table?"

Most researchers dislike having their workbenches moved, even if they appear to be scattered and cluttered, because they are comfortable using them and are unwilling to be forced to make changes.

Wilson picked up the drawings, his eyes full of disdain, and said, "What kind of crap is this?"

He was engrossed in studying bolt-action rifles, and when he looked at the AK rifle with its brand-new mechanical structure, he felt an instinctive resistance and disdain.

Wilson frowned slightly as he took another look.

Wilson looked again and his eyes widened.

Then, his expression gradually turned to shock.

He then got up, cautiously glancing back and forth towards the door, before silently closing it.

At the corner, Allen peeked out, a sinister smile gradually spreading across his face.

"He was fooled, he really was fooled."

At that moment, a passing researcher glanced at him but ignored Allen's erratic behavior.

At the weapons development bureau, everyone tacitly ignored his illogical behavior.

If he hadn't been devoid of violent tendencies, he would have been locked up in a mental health center long ago.

Within a week, Wilson had his moment in the spotlight.

He presented the blueprints to the Soviet Union, where they were immediately taken seriously. They worked overtime to produce a sample, and after the sample was tested by specialists, it won the favor of the military on the spot.

Therefore, they are extremely satisfied with their honor and status.

"Ah Sen, congratulations on your promotion to deputy director."

Allen caught a gecko, placed it on the table, and said, "Nothing much, just a Pokémon I caught on the way here. I remember you like to eat them."

"Allen, please knock before you come in."

Wilson straightened his posture, his tone less gentle than usual.

"Ah Sen, there are some things you can't control."

Disappointed, Allen got up and walked to the door, then stopped and waited for Wilson to speak.

Wilson simply watched him silently.

In the end, Allen was the first to give in, turning around and saying slyly, "Ah Sen, you're in danger right now, someone wants to harm you."

"Who wants to harm me? Who dares to harm me?"

At this time, Wilson was in high spirits. Not only had his status been elevated, but he also had the attention of the highest levels of the country. Who would dare to defy the world?

"It's easy to harm you. Just expose that you didn't draw the blueprints," Allen said bluntly.

"How could you..."

Wilson's face stiffened, and he quickly changed the subject: "Don't talk nonsense, I earn my living through my own abilities."

Allen patted him on the shoulder, picked his nose, and said, "Do I need to tell you your own worth?"

At this moment, Wilson's face turned extremely ugly. He got up, closed the door, and then drew the blinds.

"Allen, who's trying to hurt me?"

Wilson tempted him, saying, "If you help me, I'll definitely give you a lot of benefits."

Allen declared righteously, "I, Allen, never betray a friend; I would never do such a thing."

"I couldn't sleep the other night, so I went out to catch Pokémon, and guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

"I saw two men acting suspiciously, having an affair."

"..."

"The key is that it's happening in your office. I thought it was so exciting, I had to get involved."

"Really?"

"Of course it's fake. I was eavesdropping on the door, and they said something about Wilson being old and incompetent, so they framed him and made you move so that some bureau chief's nephew could fill the hole."

Wilson looked at Allen's serious expression and thought it didn't seem fake.

I already believed that the Soviet system contained elements of nepotism.

"Thank you so much, Allen. I'm so grateful to have you."

Wilson patted Allen on the shoulder with a sincere look in his eyes and instructed him, "You must not tell anyone about this."

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secrets the best. I haven't even told anyone that I'm Qin Shi Huang," Allen said confidently.

Wilson trusts no one now, and a resolute glint flashes in his eyes.

The next day.

People's Park.

On a bench sat a middle-aged man wearing a trench coat and a top hat.

Wilson strolled over as if taking a walk, sat down casually, took out a cigarette from his pocket, politely offered one, and asked, "Want a smoke?"

"No, thank you."

As his cigarette burned out, Wilson slowly spoke, "I agree."

"When do we depart?"

The middle-aged man looked straight ahead, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

"The sooner the better, I don't want to stay a quarter of an hour longer," Wilson admitted.

Yesterday, after learning the truth from Allen, he was constantly afraid, worried about dying without knowing why, so his first thought was of S.H.I.E.L.D.

With the AK rifle gaining widespread fame, Wilson naturally became a target of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention.

Previously, he could be dismissive, but now he feels that the Soviet Union is a crematorium that could pulverize him at any moment.

"Someone will come to pick you up as early as 9 PM tomorrow night."

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent finished speaking, he stood up, and at the same time, Wilson got up and left in another direction.

Unbeknownst to them, there were actually three people on the bench, and Allen had been eavesdropping while remaining invisible.

(End of this chapter)