American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 45 Allen's Ten Inventions

The Technology Research and Development Department, one of the core departments of S.H.I.E.L.D., has always been a key investment target for the military leadership.

As is customary, a technology achievement report is issued quarterly, allowing the military to select and invest in samples they deem suitable.

Many researchers present have already showcased their findings.

Dr. Pym is ahead of Allen in the list.

That's right, he's the domestic abuser who beat his wife into the quantum realm and then cuckolded her.

The military leadership was very satisfied to see a single Pym particle shrink the target to the size of a grain of rice.

However, Pym particles are still in the experimental stage and have not yet reached the technological maturity level for practical application.

Howard didn't need to get involved; his target was in the energy field, and one of his devices was the size of a tank. He was just there to watch the spectacle.

"This stuff is great, if it were used for..."

Allen looked between his legs, his smile exceptionally bright.

"It seems that Pym particles can only shrink and not grow, and they can't return to their original shape," Howard explained.

"Shit, garbage."

Allen made no attempt to hide his disdain: "Anyone can shrink and still look the same."

After waiting for Dr. Pym to leave the stage, Alan swaggered to the center, with Wilson pulling a cart beside him.

The fact that this new young expert is improving the super serum is no longer a secret, and many high-ranking military officials are eager to see what innovative things he can come up with.

Allen's gaze swept over the group of older high-ranking officers, his eyes locking onto several senior colonels and major generals who had already reached the pinnacle of power.

"As we all know, hair loss is a man's nemesis. After my dedicated research, I have specially formulated a shampoo that can completely solve this age-old problem."

With a knowing look from Allen, Wilson awkwardly took out a plastic bottle.

"Ta-da... Strong Hair Removal Shampoo."

Allen took the shampoo and introduced it: "Just use it once, and I guarantee not a single hair will grow back. Your hair will be so smooth and shiny under the sun that it will be like a light bulb. The only thing that can rival this product is probably a lighter."

Allen pointed at a group of high-ranking military officials and asked, "So, are you tempted?"

Everyone's lips twitched, and no one answered such an outrageous question.

Everyone is struggling with hair loss, but you have a one-time solution.

The worries are gone, but so is the hair.

Howard, watching from the sidelines, noticed something interesting and had already spotted the business opportunity.

Could a powerful hair-removing shampoo, instead of being used to wash hair, be used to remove underarm hair and pubic hair to make a fortune?

"None of this has swayed you."

Allen tossed aside the shampoo and said seriously, "Ah Sen, bring out the props, take out the second product, fire-retardant shaping lotion."

At this moment, Wilson displayed a dummy head and took out a bottle of potion.

Allen applied a potion to the model's head and sculpted it into a pompadour shape with his hands.

Immediately, a fire was lit.

Instantly, flames enveloped the model's head, burning fiercely like a torch.

The rubber model had been charred and softened for a short time, but the exaggerated pompadour wig remained unchanged.

"We won't have any problems with temperatures up to 1,000 degrees Celsius. As our guy says, we're not afraid of being crushed to pieces, we just want to leave our hairstyles behind."

You're insane!

In temperatures of 1000 degrees Celsius, a person would be reduced to ashes, but their hair would be completely unharmed. Are you trying to scare the crematorium staff to death?

Of course, if used properly, this product has considerable potential.

It's used in the fire protection industry, or for fire-retardant coatings, but Allen just didn't use it in the right place.

"very nice."

A major general's gaze softened slightly, as he noticed at least one useful thing.

"You have good taste. I'll treat you to some candy."

Allen stepped forward and handed him a lollipop.

The major general frowned as he took it, then saw Allen's eager gaze, unwrapped the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

The next second, his eyes widened, because he heard music echoing from his mouth.

Isn't that a pleasant surprise?

Allen grinned, revealing two large front teeth, and said, "These are the explosive musical lollipops I prepared for the agents."

"explode?"

The major general was so frightened that he wanted to throw away the lollipop; if it exploded in his mouth, his entire head would be gone.

"Don't take it out," Allen stopped him. "If you keep licking it with your tongue, it won't explode. Just lick it until you finish eating it and everything will be fine."

Allen walked back to the trolley with great enthusiasm, pulled out a briefcase, and introduced it: "Being a secret agent is a very tough job. Out of consideration for humanity, I drew on the ideas of two former colleagues, Vincent and Leon, who were studied together at the Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, and developed a secret agent briefcase."

"Don't be fooled by its simple appearance; it has a wealth of functions."

Allen opened the briefcase, took out four metal tubes, and carefully compared their thicknesses.

People began to speculate, wondering if it was a weapon like a firearm.

In less than a minute, Allen tightened the four metal tubes, then turned around and sat on top of them.

"Super Agent Chair"

Allen pressed a key, and his body vibrated as he introduced, "Agents' legs must be sore from long-term surveillance. This product allows you to complete missions while seated. It also features seat vibration massage and seat heating. In case of emergency, it can even launch you to scale walls."

"Old Huo, isn't that awesome?"

Allen looked at Howard and asked, to which Howard replied awkwardly, "Your invention is really good."

"The next item is the quirky gun. Fire the first shot forward and the second shot backward to prevent the weapon from falling into enemy hands."

After saying that, Allen threw it back into the basket, not finding anything particularly remarkable about it.

After searching for a while, they took out a syringe.

"Introducing the 'Repentance Needle'," Allen said solemnly. "With just one needle, one can feel remorse for the mistakes one has made throughout one's life."

Allen's eyes involuntarily turned to Wilson, his gaze gradually becoming ambiguous.

"You're crazy."

Wilson had already guessed Allen's intentions; it was clear he wanted to take advantage of him.

There's no doubt about Allen's research abilities, but if he were to use them on himself and blurt out all his shameful secrets, he'd be mortified on the spot.

Wilson quickly hid behind Howard, refusing to be Allen's guinea pig.

"Give me a shot, and I guarantee you'll feel refreshed and like a new person again."

Allen kept asking for the injection, while Howard, caught in the middle, nervously advised against it, afraid of getting the needle in himself: "Be careful, don't prick me, try it on another prisoner."

"Don't worry, the dosage isn't high, it will only last for a minute at most."

"That can't be used on colleagues either."

"It doesn't matter, being honest is the most important thing."

"That would be utterly humiliating."

"Huh... where's my 'repentance and reformation' needle?"

After a brief standoff, Allen suddenly realized that the syringe in his hand was gone.

Immediately, everyone present hurriedly checked whether they had been caught in the crossfire.

With a thud.

In the military, a colonel suddenly knelt down, his eyes filled with tears, and a syringe was sticking out of his thigh.

The medicine is working.

The crowd waited quietly for the man to die.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry America, I'm sorry to the people. I sold the cargo ship information to the Chrysanthemum Kingdom. I've been doing that since last year. I'm sorry, I was just out of my mind."

Ouch... a traitor to the United States.

This injection brought an unexpected joy.

At that time, America did not intervene in the war, but was making a fortune from it, with thousands of cargo ships leaving port every day to transport supplies to battlefields around the world.

Transportation routes and delivery times are key to achieving profits.

It's easy to imagine that this person is doomed, as he has completely threatened the interests of the capitalists.

"General, I was wrong."

The colonel grabbed the leg of the major general beside him, weeping and saying, "Give me another chance to start anew, and I'm willing to atone for my mistakes."

"You sinner, you'll be court-martialed."

The major general, with a lollipop in his mouth, spoke indistinctly.

"General, I shouldn't have taken advantage of your drunkenness to seduce your wife for intimate relations. I deeply regret it now."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The death of a member of the company was not just a matter for one person; a green light of forgiveness suddenly flashed above the major general's head.

"Lieutenant General Winks, your son and I are truly in love. Although our relationship is not accepted by society, we hope to receive your blessing."

"May your horse eat its fill."

The military high command was in chaos, with a group of people surrounding and beating one person.

Most people didn't want to get involved in the gossip themselves, and the two highly respected generals in the army were now pale and ashen-faced.

A wife's infidelity and a son's coming out as gay are enough to spark a heated discussion in the military.

Of course, media capitalists who love a good spectacle will definitely publish this story in their newspapers, creating a nationwide spectacle for everyone to enjoy.

(End of this chapter)