American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 48 Allen's Military Career

Fortunately, the New York City Police Commissioner arrived in time to control the situation, otherwise it would have escalated into a shootout between the military and police.

During this special period, the principle of prioritizing the military applies, and since Allen belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D., naturally nothing happened to him.

Moreover, Colonel Phillips was impressed with him.

That loud, resounding shout made me feel incredibly happy.

He's mentally ill, but he also has the title of weapons expert; there's absolutely nothing we can do about him.

"Steve, it's time for you to go to the battlefield."

Colonel Phillips walked up to Steve and said seriously, "It has been decided that a commando team, led by you, will be formed to support dangerous areas of the battlefield."

"Colonel, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," Steve replied solemnly.

"I'm worried about my eldest son, Lao Deng, so I want to go to the battlefield with him."

Allen suddenly interjected, saying that during his time at S.H.I.E.L.D., his skills were almost maxed out, but his level was stuck at level 50, so he was preparing to grind monsters to improve.

"You're not allowed to..."

Colonel Phillips turned to look, was startled and retreated abruptly, asking nervously, "Oh dear, what an ugly Bernese Mountain Dog."

"Nanawi is a demigod shark-man."

Nanawi waved and greeted him, revealing a wide grin with sharp teeth.

"You're better suited for research at S.H.I.E.L.D.; the battlefield isn't for you."

Colonel Phillips flatly rejected Allen's absurd request.

However, who can stop Allen from doing what he wants?

……

Europe, Allied camp.

Carter had been waiting for a long time; she was a lieutenant in charge of commando missions and training.

A group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms stood tall and awaited inspection.

Carter's eyes lit up when he saw Steve, whom he hadn't seen for many days, among them.

"Are there any students who should have arrived but haven't?"

"Hehehe, I can't smell it."

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to the soldier at the end of the line.

This man, his helmet askew and his combat uniform loose, was grinning at everyone around him, oblivious to his surroundings.

"Allen?!"

Carter and Steve's lips twitched. How did he end up in the camp?

The others looked blank, having no idea who Allen was.

"Yes, it's me."

Allen made a gun gesture with his chin and said coolly, "Surprised? Unexpected? Happy?"

"I'll contact the military immediately and send you back home," Carter said, annoyed.

"Hehehe, you're making it sound like I won't run away again."

Seeing Allen's cheeky eyebrow-raising and winking, I realized that it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away.

On second thought, they shouldn't worry about Allen's safety. Even Steve, who was close to fully fusion with the serum, might not be able to defeat him.

"There are rats, and Nanawi is afraid of rats."

A huge figure suddenly darted out from the area covered by the tarpaulin.

The humanoid shark's appearance immediately frightened everyone, who drew their weapons and prepared to shoot.

"Don't shoot, he's one of our own."

Steve quickly stopped his colleague.

Nanawi hid behind Allen, trembling, and said, "Master, there are mice here. Nanawi is afraid of mice."

His massive two-meter-tall body had only his head hidden behind Allen.

"You're not an elephant, what are you afraid of, a rat? You're a disgrace to the sea creatures."

Allen complained, but his hands were comfortingly stroking Nanawi's nose.

"Steve, what kind of creature is this?" Carter asked in surprise.

"Um... he's Allen's pet, a descendant of the Old Gods we caught on the beach." Steve didn't know how to explain it accurately, so he could only give a brief account of his origins.

Among everyone, only Steve's uniform was different.

To put it bluntly, the original Captain America's suit was pretty ugly.

The military leadership wanted to create a symbolic hero to instill unwavering faith in the soldiers.

"Allen, please keep an eye on your pet," Carter reminded him.

"Nanawi is just mentally challenged, what could he possibly have done wrong?"

Alan's pitiful expression: "And I'm a mental patient, an outcast who isn't accepted by society. Nanawei, we're so miserable."

"Don't cry, Master. Nanawei will always be with you."

Nanawi tried to give Allen a hug, but his protruding front bumper ended up shoving into Allen's face.

"Ouch, you poked my eye with your nose."

"Nanawi didn't do it on purpose."

A man and a shark were playing around, much to Carter's dismay.

If we take these two along on a mission, our location will be exposed before we even get close to the target.

Carter didn't believe Allen's charade of feigning helplessness.

Will he give society a choice between accepting or not?

"What do you want to do?" Carter asked bluntly.

"Even my most emotional appeals couldn't move you."

Allen, with an "I knew it" look on his face, said, "You're such a cold-blooded guy."

"Nanawi, let's go pinch some pearls together."

"Nip yao ni yao, Nanawei likes niip yao ni yao."

In the campsite, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, and a barbecue brought everyone closer together.

Discovering that Nanawei was innocent and harmless, the commando soldiers no longer felt afraid or resistant.

Snowflakes fall on a winter night.

The group gathered around the campfire, eating roasted meat and listening to the radio broadcasts, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

They knew very well that they might not be able to come back one day, so they cherished every day with their comrades.

"In the first battle at dawn, in coordination with the 107th Regiment of the Army, we need to destroy the six bunker firing points along the way."

Commando teams are suicide squads, specializing in carrying out dangerous missions.

Not only are they equipped with heavy weaponry, but they also have helicopters at their disposal.

Carter pointed out the locations of the firing positions on the map, and everyone listened intently.

Only Alan was fast asleep, lying on Nanawei's belly.

A self-disciplined mentally ill person must go to bed on time every night if there is nothing else to do, otherwise it will harm their mental health.

"The 107th Regiment, that's Pakistan's Marine Regiment."

Upon hearing the news from his best friend, Steve immediately perked up.

Looking back, he was determined to join the army and serve his country, but he was repeatedly thwarted and could only watch helplessly as his friend enlisted.

Now that they have the chance to reunite, they are naturally overjoyed.

Carter smiled and said, "After successfully retaking Betel City, we will rest and recuperate in the city for a week. You can catch up with your old friends then."

"I hope we can reunite alive."

Steve's tone was slightly pessimistic.

After all, war is ruthless, and no one knows whether the next encounter will be with a living person or a corpse.

The sky is bright.

Alan and Nanawei were sleeping soundly.

The commando team quietly boarded the helicopter. As the pilot ignited the engine, the power transmitted to the blades, causing them to rotate.

Carter deliberately didn't bring them along, fearing for their lives.

An expert in the field of weapons is an extremely valuable resource.

Moreover, the firearms equipped by the commando team were all based on blueprints contributed by Allen.

As for Nanawei, he's not included; in Carter's eyes, he was truly just a pet.

"Nanawi, wake up! They've heartlessly abandoned us."

A startled Alan saw the helicopter rising into the air and kicked Nanawei, who was drooling, saying, "Change your position, it's cold on the ground."