Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Chapter 209 The Avengers' Vacation Life 4

The "Anti-Yellow-Haired Alliance" members here are unaware of the situation on the girls' side, since they are currently facing their own war.

If a duel between men doesn't involve force or physical ability, then the only things left to compare are a few. And on the scene, there is no doubt that the most suitable weapon for this war is only one.

liquor!

Although the United States has regulations prohibiting drinking alcohol for those under the legal age, it's clear that this rule is practically meaningless in the general population, especially with the world's richest man present.

Thus began an unprecedented contest. Although the two sides on the battlefield did not exchange any extra words, they both understood, through their strange intuition, who the other was after.

Although the "Anti-Yellow-Haired Alliance" had the physical advantage, and even had a captain who was at the limit of human physical strength, the opposing yellow-haired men were not to be underestimated. Their youthful bodies and overwhelming numbers almost leveled the playing field, forcibly putting both sides on the same starting line.

Amidst the cheers of onlookers who seemed to enjoy the spectacle, the "battle" intensified, eventually transcending the issue of blond hair and venturing into the men's damned competitive spirit.

Unsurprisingly, Sherlock, a man who rarely drinks, practically collapsed. After downing a whole bottle of whiskey, he slept like a log, snoring loudly while still holding the bottle.

What? You're asking why Sherlock, being an alchemist, doesn't use alchemy to break down the alcohol in his body?

Outrageous! How could a battle between men possibly involve cheating?

Anyone who's ever had a drink with his buddies knows that when he steals your lighter, he'll never admit it no matter what you say. But if you're short a drink, he'll remember it better than anyone else, and next time you'll definitely have to make it up to him in front of everyone!

Anyway, Sherlock was all in it with the attitude of "do or die" and fought the other side to the death, and he successfully dragged one of the guys down with him.

Of course, as the initiator of the anti-yellow-haired alliance, Sherlock may not know the drinking capacity of his people, but he does know a little about their physical fitness. The captain is definitely the main force in drinking contests!

With the captain present, Sherlock dared to recklessly drag one of the blond guys on the other side down with him, intending to die together.

Of course, because he died so early, Sherlock's last impression of the drinking party was only the endless cheers around him and the captain on the other side, with red eyes, drinking one glass after another with those young blonds.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day, shining its light on Shylock's eyes, that Shylock was forced out of his slumber.

When Sherlock regained consciousness, he was still a little confused about what had happened next.

Sherlock felt as if a balloon had been stuffed into his head, and the balloon was constantly expanding inside. It wasn't just that his brain was being squeezed into powder, but his head was also feeling incredibly swollen and uncomfortable.

It even made Sherlock wish he could use alchemy to create a hole in his head to release the pressure inside.

"yue~"

Sherlock hadn't even opened his eyes when he finally came to his senses, but his stomach was the first to "wake up," delivering a "forced wake-up" meal to him.

After completely emptying his stomach, Sherlock opened his equally swollen and aching eyes and looked around.

With just one glance, Sherlock was completely stunned, and stood up abruptly with an incredulous expression.

"Where the hell did I end up? Is this even in China?"

Sherlock stared in astonishment at the dense rainforest surroundings, where a small stream flowed quietly in the distance.

If such an environment isn't surprising enough, then there's even a tiger lying not far away, a tiger wearing a collar!

This mighty tiger was simply tied to a shrub that was no thicker than an arm with a fishing line!

Sherlock's jaw nearly dropped when he saw this. To be honest, he was incredibly lucky that he hadn't been eaten by that big tiger last night.

Even more unbelievable, Sherlock discovered that the captain was lying on top of the tiger, holding a half-finished bottle of tequila!

Tony was even more outrageous. He was hanging in a tree wearing his armor, and most importantly, his armor was tattered and in worse condition than the one he wore after the Battle of New York. The armor on his buttocks was also missing.

The snow-white buttocks were strikingly conspicuous against the backdrop of the tattered strips of underwear around them.

Of course, Hawkeye wasn't much better off. His clothes and pants were all tattered, and he was carrying a very simple bow and arrow made of tree branches and fishing line on his back. His face was covered in black ash.

What Sherlock couldn't understand the most was that Hawkeye was even wearing a feathered headdress that looked like that of an Indian!

The only difference is that the Native Americans used eagle feathers, while Hawkeye's head was clearly covered in chicken feathers! And not just any chicken feathers, but the yellowish-brown color of a hen! There was even some chicken droppings stuck to them!

Most importantly, Hawkeye was hugging a big tree, and miraculously, he fell asleep sitting on the ground while hugging a big tree!

Of course, everyone looked like this, and Zhao Weike wasn't much better off.

At this moment, Zhao Weike had changed into a vest and combat pants at some point. His pants were filled with bullets and grenades, and his upper body was wrapped with countless bullet chains, making him look like he was wearing armor made of bullet chains.

If that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal. The most crucial thing is that Zhao Weike was covered in weapons, from small pistols to large machine guns, all kinds of calibers and lengths of firearms.

In particular, this guy's originally long, straight black hair has somehow turned into curly hair, and he has a red ribbon wrapped around his forehead from who-knows-where, giving him a Rambo cosplay look.

The most crucial thing is that Zhao Weike was lying right now, damn it, right under the paws of that big tiger!

Honestly, if Sherlock hadn't been able to barely make out that Zhao Weike was still breathing, he probably would have already started screaming.

Even though Sherlock didn't scream immediately, it's not much better.

Looking at this obviously bizarre scene before him, Sherlock had only two questions on his mind.

Where the hell am I?

What the hell happened last night?

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