American comics: This guy is crazy

[Decomposition is successful, skill proficiency +1, professional experience +1]

[Enough experience, current alchemist level lv1]

[Comprehension Skill: Alchemical Heart]

[Alchemy Heart lv1: Improve skills through knowledge accumulation, and have effect bonuses for creative and manufacturing skills. 】

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Allen watched as a scrap of blueprint turned into powder in his hand.

He took out another piece of waste paper and decomposed it, and within a second it turned into powder.

I have understood how the Alchemist plays. I have unlocked a new identity, and the bully captain of the demolition office came to see me.

Allen threw himself into the garbage, released his decomposition skills with both hands, and let the system prompts appear in his mind.

In one hour, the garbage is manually decomposed.

Sweep the scraps of paper together and light a fire.

Get it done and call it a day.

Allen walked to the bench aside, sat and watched the flames burn out, stroking his chin and thinking: I'll live in seclusion for a while and raise my level before going out, otherwise it will be too dangerous outside.

As a result, Allen took up residence at the Weapons Development Agency.

Food and accommodation are included, as well as wages. Don’t be too happy.

Take the time to chat with former inmates, such as Dr. Wilson, an expert on individual soldier equipment.

Asen, do you understand quantum mechanics? Allen pretended to be profound.

I am a mechanical engineer and do not study the microscopic field.

Wilson drew the lines on the drawing without raising his eyes.

He was the unlucky guy who ate the gecko last time.

It was a meeting gift for Allen to make friends. Naturally, he had to move around frequently and come and eat and drink when he had nothing to do.

As of now, I'm not going to hide it from you. I'm an expert in the quantum field.

Allen took a sip of coffee and stuck out his tongue in bitterness: Ah..., it's so fresh.

Black coffee, you suck.

Wilson put down his work and looked at Allen quietly, wanting to hear about his achievements in the quantum profession.

Although he is not professionally qualified, he can fool himself, which at least proves that Allen was a rare talent before he went crazy.

Of course, it never occurred to him that Allen was actually crazy.

cough…

As soon as he cleared his throat, Allen said seriously: As the saying goes, indecisiveness, quantum mechanics, no understanding of color matching, cyberpunk, incomprehensible explanations, time travel, insufficient brain power, parallel universes, those who blow it don't understand, those who listen People don’t understand either, so not overestimating one’s abilities means not to learn quantum mechanics on one’s own.”

...

Wilson lowered his head silently and continued his busy work, never forgetting to say: Help me empty the trash can.

I just miss the paper you used.

Allen picked up the discarded drawings from the wastebasket, put it to his nose and smelled it, and said intoxicatedly: That smell is so authentic.

Wilson was mentally immune and turned a blind eye.

Before leaving, Allen did not forget to drink the black coffee in one gulp.

vomit…

The next second, the cup was so full that it was almost overflowing with coffee.

Seeing Allen's deflated appearance, Wilson was angry and funny.

What made him angry was that Allen came here to drink coffee every day. What made him laugh was that he only drank black coffee. Allen couldn't handle the bitter taste. He would drink it all in one breath before leaving, and spit it back into the cup before it passed his throat.

Garbage from each office is collected and piled in the incineration room.

Spread out a piece of paper.

Allen's eyes gleamed.

The taste of knowledge.

Greedily absorbing the content on the drawing.

[Alchemy Heart Proficiency +1]

After receiving the system prompt, Allen disassembled the drawing and commented: It's not pure enough. Erlov's level needs to be improved.

Continue to the next one.

[Alchemy Heart Proficiency +7]

Pure enough, Wilson really didn't disappoint me.

Allen's days at the Weapons Development Agency were so simple and happy.

Day after day, this happened again and again, and three months passed by in a flash.

Meanwhile, Allen grew up in silence.

Of course, silence means developing quietly, and the words are not idle at all.

He not only absorbed the knowledge achievements of many scientists, but also read basic books in his free time.

Master Tao, I have become an immortal.

Allen stood on a bench next to the garbage incinerator and shouted at the top of his lungs.

At this time, a woman walked by and looked at him with confusion.

Sister Widow.

Allen rushed forward excitedly and showed off: I'm ready to go out now. Do you want to see what I'm capable of?

Oh, what's the matter? Natasha asked nonchalantly.

I can't tell you that.

Allen said proudly: Anyway, I punched Einstein from the United States, kicked the Great Britain, talked with Gauss from Germany, spat at Descartes from France, rubbed the Riemann Hypothesis with my hands, twisted Fermat's Last Theorem with my legs, and read it with my mobile phone in my left hand. A sideways video of capturing Goldbach with one right hand and one arm. In short, it’s a heifer riding a motorcycle, awesome and coaxing.”

...

Natasha looked indifferent and said calmly: I have to leave beforehand.

OK, all right.

Allen sang loudly towards Natasha, who didn't even look back: Get up, slaves who are hungry and cold, get up, people who are suffering all over the world, the blood in their hearts is already boiling, we must fight for the truth...

At this time, Natasha started to sing the Internationale, as if she was going to a battlefield, and she quickened her pace in embarrassment.

The song ends.

Allen was still not finished, but he raised his hands involuntarily, and his expression suddenly changed: Xiao Zuo Xiao You, it's not what you think. I am a very traditional and dedicated man. I always only like eighteen-year-old girls, Nata. Shah is obviously a young woman and is not eligible for consideration.”

Allen leaned to the left, leaning his face against his left hand and said, Sister Xiaoyou, don't you know that men always say one thing and do another?

Allen leaned to the right, leaning his face on his right hand and said, Sister Zuo, what should I do, but I love him so much.

Adjusting his position, Allen looked at his right hand affectionately and said softly: Xiaoyou, you are so cute, how could I lie to you, come and have one.

Snapped!

A big left hand hit Allen in the face.

On the spot, Allen glared at his left hand.

If you dare to hit my dear, I will fight you.

For a moment, the left and right hands slapped each other.

Don't slap me. If you slap me randomly, you will develop breast hyperplasia.

Allen looked at his hands angrily: Stop now, you are all my little babies.

As a result, he slapped his face with both hands.

If I don't teach you a lesson, you dare to go to the house and uncover the tiles.

In a fit of anger, he got angry.

After a while, the sadomasochistic triangle subsided.

Allen was in a twisted position, pressing his arms with his legs.

Alan, what are you playing at?

Wilson looked at Allen who had restrained himself with strange eyes.

Asen, I'm teaching my two disobedient wives a lesson.

Mother-in-law?

Where did your mentally ill wife come from?

Wilson seemed to realize what he meant, and said awkwardly and politely: I won't help you with your housework, so I'm leaving.

On the way to the office building, Wilson heard Allen going crazy from time to time.

Hitting someone doesn't mean hitting someone in the face, Xiao Zuo, I rely on my face to make a living. Believe it or not, I will chop you up.

Xiaoyou, don't be familiar with her. She is just a shrew and unreasonable.

Wilson looked back and sighed: His condition is getting worse.