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Chapter 43 Only Style Must Not Be Lost

At Dr. Erskine's funeral, members of S.H.I.E.L.D. attended to pay their respects.

Allen presented Mrs. Erskine with a white envelope and asked, "When will the meal begin?"

"..."

The old lady was filled with doubt.

Wilson explained, "Allen, there's no custom of having a meal at a Western funeral."

"If you're not attending the banquet, why should I give you a white envelope?"

Allen picked up the white bag and handed it to Wilson, saying, "Here's your money back."

They snatched back what they had given them, creating a very awkward situation.

Mrs. Erskine, who was overwhelmed with grief, almost fainted on the spot.

Allen stated that a funeral without a feast has no soul.

Despite his daily antics at S.H.I.E.L.D., Alan never forgot his job.

Naturally, it was a career of a triple agent.

Beep...beep beep...beep...

Beep...beep...beep beep...

beep beep... beep... beep...

The contents are as follows.

"Dear Boss, the bankrupt class warriors extend their highest greetings to you."

I have successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. The food here is of a very high standard, and everyone here is incredibly talented and speaks very kindly. It feels like coming home.

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

It seems I have initially gained their trust.

Let's stop chatting.

I have an important report to share: S.H.I.E.L.D. is secretly working on a project that could control the world, but unfortunately they haven't been able to get inside its core.

Please rest assured, I have found a breakthrough and need approval for operational funding.

Allen, a warrior from the bankrupt class.

Karpov, far away in the Soviet Union, read the contents of the telegram.

I feel much more at ease now, at least Allen is doing things for the Soviet Union.

"What an amazing person, to have managed to gain a foothold in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Karpov, intrigued, picked up the landline and gave orders to Amelia Carter's agents, deciding to approve $100,000 in funding for the operation.

For the Soviet KGB, exchanging $100,000 for a reliable informant was a worthwhile deal.

Since Allen couldn't provide any new intelligence, it's impossible for him to provide a second round of funding.

……

Beep...beep beep...beep...

Beep...beep...beep beep...

beep beep... beep... beep...

The contents are as follows.

"Great Hydra Leader, the Iron Curtain of the Empire pays you its highest respects."

After going through many hardships, I have successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., but I dare not relax my mission to the organization for a moment.

Through contact with Howard Stark, they obtained information about a supermetal called Adamantium that was being researched.

Rest assured, I will definitely obtain the alloy formula.

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

Your Excellency, please approve a sum of start-up capital.

Note: I don't want British pounds, I only want US dollars.

The Iron Curtain, Allen.

Schmidt read the telegram and a satisfied smile spread across his face: "He's a real surprise guy; he's already infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D."

"A casual decision that solved a troubling problem—that was the first step Hydra took in infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D.," Dr. Zola said with a forced smile.

Hydra's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. took place after World War II.

With the Axis powers defeated, Hydra had no cover to rely on and instead accepted a government offer, naturally joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I have to admit, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot of good stuff, and Adamantium is definitely no less than the Super Serum."

Schmidt ordered, "Have someone allocate $100,000 to him."

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

At that time, Hydra will have a super army of soldiers.

In reality, the super serum couldn't be mass-produced cheaply either; otherwise, the Axis powers wouldn't have suffered repeated defeats and lost the war.

Within three days.

Two sums of cash were delivered to Allen.

In the private apartment, there were two boxes of cash on the bed.

"Are they really that naive? They believe things about mental illness. I feel a little embarrassed."

Allen didn't care about money at all; he just made up stories and sent them out regularly, with the attitude of "believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

It's purely for killing time.

That night, Allen put on a blindfold with two holes cut in it, tied a sheet around his neck, and went out invisibly.

The ancient Eastern country, facing invasion from the Chrysanthemum Kingdom, is in a perilous moment.

Overseas Chinese compatriots spontaneously formed a national salvation chamber of commerce to raise funds for national salvation through indirect means.

Among them, the group led by the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and Industry showed the most enthusiasm.

Bang!

The window shattered, and a figure landed in front of a group of merchants dressed in long gowns.

Who are you?

Everyone drew their weapons and stood ready, staring at the unfamiliar intruder.

Their efforts to save the country naturally attracted assassination attempts from spies from the Chrysanthemum Kingdom, so they paid extra attention to their personal safety.

"Please speak, Your Highness, please answer."

The group exchanged glances, considering whether to shoot him on the spot.

Under American law, trespassing is punishable by death without conditions.

Allen casually placed the two suitcases on the table, opened them, and stated his purpose: "I'm donating two hundred thousand."

"He turned out to be a patriotic hero. Everyone, put away your weapons."

The president quickly called on everyone to count the cash. Since they had come to donate money, they were all one of their own and should be treated with courtesy.

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

The chairman, looking at the large sum of cash, worried that it might be ill-gotten and lead to unnecessary trouble.

"If you want to steal it, then steal it. I won't care."

Allen grinned slyly and said frankly, "I tricked them out of the Soviet Union and the Axis powers. Isn't that surprising? Aren't you astonished?"

"..."

Why don't you say it was approved for you by Emperor Xuanzong?

"Sir, the origin of this item is unknown, we cannot accept it," the chairman said firmly.

"You don't believe me when I tell you the truth, so I'll make up a reason."

Allen stroked his chin and said after a long while, "I've got it. I got it by trampling on my soul."

Could this be any more fake? If trampling on souls could earn so much money, I bet everyone would line up to trample on them.

"If you don't believe me, burn this for the King of Hell, and while you're at it, write on the banknotes that everyone's reincarnation will start in hell mode."

After saying that, Allen prepared to go home and sleep, as wandering around aimlessly at night was not the behavior of a respectable person.

"May I ask your name?"

The chairman saw through the intention and decided to accept the money and leave it for a period of time. If there were no problems, he would then exchange it for supplies to aid the motherland.

"I, Bruce Hoon, never seek recognition for my good deeds."

Clang!

Allen kicked another window, smashing it open, and tried to jump out.

"Mr. Hou En, please wait a moment."

Looking at the two broken windows, the president said helplessly, "Next time, could you please use the main entrance?"

"That won't do," Allen refused without hesitation. "Justice and soul can be abandoned, but style cannot be lost."

Take a leap.

Allen disappeared into the vast night sky.

(End of this chapter)