Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

The man at the front desk, with Sherlock's Spear of Longinus pressed against his throat, felt his legs go weak as he experienced the cold touch of the spear against his neck and the chilling killing intent emanating from the man before him.

She even had a feeling that if her next words didn't align with the thoughts of the troublemaker in front of her, the spear would likely pierce her neck without hesitation.

The so-called rules and regulations of mainland hotels could no longer serve as her shield at this moment.

The Mainland Hotel does indeed prohibit the use of any force within the hotel, but this rule only applies to members. For a superhuman like Sherlock, even if a fight were to break out, the Mainland Hotel would only issue a symbolic kill order and that would be the end of it.

It's important to understand that assassins aren't stupid; no one wants to actually confront those superhumans, so the so-called "kill order" targeting them is completely ignored.

Just as the receptionist was sweating profusely, pondering how to appease the person in front of her, a woman's voice interrupted their conversation.

"Mr. Sherlock, please calm down. The use of force is prohibited inside the Continental Hotel."

Upon hearing the sound, Sherlock looked in the direction from which it came and saw an elderly woman, clearly dressed as a noblewoman, standing elegantly at the elevator entrance. The elevator doors behind her had just closed, indicating that she had rushed over to the rescue.

But what the hell is this so-called "piercing master"?

Sherlock's head was full of question marks. He felt contempt for the group's ability to come up with nicknames, but he turned a blind eye to his own behavior of cosplaying as the Piercing Prince on a large scale when he was in the Middle East.

Seeing Sherlock's gaze turn towards her, the old woman finally smiled and continued speaking to Sherlock.

"I am Laura Austin, the manager of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles."

As the other party introduced himself, Sherlock's originally angry face revealed a chilling smile, and he withdrew the spear that was fixed on the receptionist's neck and casually twirled it.

As Sherlock moved, the moment the tip of his spear swept across the spot where the bar should have been, the bar, which had turned to ashes and vanished into nothingness, miraculously returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Not only the bar building itself, but even the keys stored inside and the computer on top of the bar were restored to their original state in an instant.

If the data on the computer hadn't already disappeared, almost everyone would have thought that Sherlock's act of making the bar disappear was just a collective hallucination.

This scene successfully made everyone who witnessed the whole thing gasp inwardly, silently adding Sherlock's name to their list of people they couldn't mess with.

Sherlock himself didn't care what the assassins and information brokers were thinking. After casually fixing the bar, Sherlock glanced at the front desk and then tossed the spear in his hand. The spear automatically floated behind Sherlock and followed him toward Laura Austin.

If Sherlock's previous "performance" of destroying and then restoring the bar could be explained by illusion, then the spear now steadily floating on Sherlock's back is a declaration to everyone that Sherlock is extraordinary.

As Sherlock approached, Laura Austin's mind instinctively conjured up the horrific scene of the Ten Rings' desert base. Despite a hint of fear in her heart, her years of training allowed her to maintain a composed smile as she addressed Sherlock.

"Mr. Sherlock, please come with me. Let's go to the reception room to talk."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the elevator, where he stood and waited for Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't refuse, and just followed the manager named Laura into the elevator in a very casual manner.

Soon, Laura led Sherlock to the top floor of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles, to a suite that combined an office, a living room, and a bedroom. Laura elegantly invited Sherlock to sit down, while she herself took the head seat, which belonged to the manager.

"Would you like something to drink, Mr. Sherlock?"

Despite the old woman's politeness, Sherlock maintained his cold "persona" and spoke to Laura.

"No need, you and I both know I didn't come here just to be polite."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Laura breathed a slight sigh of relief. This meant that Sherlock hadn't come here without a reason to cause trouble.

In other words, there's still a chance to negotiate this matter! As long as there's room for negotiation, Laura doesn't think it's a big deal.

"In that case, Mr. Sherlock, why don't you just say so? What brings you to my hotel?"

Hearing Laura's direct question, Sherlock had no intention of continuing to be dawdling. He casually pulled out the document Coulson had given him from his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of him.

Laura's pupils contracted sharply the instant she saw the huge eagle emblem on the cover of the document Sherlock had thrown out.

It was obvious that Laura, as a member of the management of this Continental Hotel, knew exactly what S.H.I.E.L.D. represented.

At least for now, S.H.I.E.L.D. is undoubtedly the most militarily powerful organization in the world, bar none! After all, theoretically, S.H.I.E.L.D. is backed by the five most powerful nations in the world.

Sherlock didn't speak, but after throwing out the data, he stared intently at Laura in front of him.

Seeing Sherlock's appearance, Laura, despite her reluctance, picked up the document belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. on the table.

The moment she opened it, Laura's expression changed drastically. The elegant and noble smile on her face vanished, replaced by surprise and shock.

The reason is very simple: the first page of this document is a list of tasks that mainland hotels used to receive and distribute before computers existed!

The names of the clients, which should have been blacked out on the list, were now clearly written in a way that chilled Laura to the bone.

Obadiah Stanislav!

What chilled Laura even more was the name of the target on the commission list.

Anne Flamel and Nick Flamel!

And these two names are clearly inextricably linked to Sherlock Flamel in front of us!