Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Since the Spear of St. Longinus went berserk after being repaired, Sherlock's life has returned to normal.

As for the impact of that outburst, it was merely a passing phase for the abstract and magical land of the United States. It didn't even last a week; it was over in just a few days, going from being a topic of discussion to being completely ignored.

Of course, for people like Sherlock and Zhao Weike, who have completely different sources of information than ordinary people, this matter is far from over.

Even so, Sherlock wasn't worried, since the community where Sherlock lived was almost certainly one that those with ulterior motives wouldn't dare to set foot in.

Meanwhile, Sherlock continued to live his daily life in peace, occasionally driving his enormous raptor, which he could only dream of in his past life but now had his wish fulfilled, to take Doro and Zhao Weike and his wife on a big shopping trip to the supermarket, or to go for a stroll around the neighborhood.

And so, time flew by, and nearly a week passed, and the incident of the Spear of Saint Longinus going berserk finally subsided.

They have been forgotten by ordinary people, and have gradually lost their attention in the eyes of those "powerful forces".

Sherlock originally thought his life would continue peacefully, but to his utter surprise, trouble still found its way back to him.

That morning, Sherlock woke up naturally as usual, then prepared breakfast for Doro and peeled an orange as a snack.

While eating a sandwich, he watched the news on TV that Tony Stark had disappeared in the Middle East and wondered if he should take this opportunity to buy some Stark Industries stock to make his already wealthy wallet even richer.

At that moment, the doorbell rang at Sherlock's house.

The moment the doorbell rang, Sherlock's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the door.

The reason is simple: a doorbell ringing usually means trouble is coming! After all, only strangers would ring the doorbell, and a mischievous friend like Zhao Weike would probably just open Sherlock's front door and swagger in.

In the United States, strangers usually mean one thing: trouble!

Sherlock reluctantly went to the gate and opened it. The first thing he saw was a bald man in a black suit with a very refined smile.

Well, strictly speaking, it's not exactly baldness. It's just that the hairline is slightly high, and the reflected sunlight is too glaring, giving the impression of baldness.

Although Sherlock had never seen the person in front of him who clearly needed a wig or hair transplant, he recognized him.

It was none other than Phil Coulson, the famous mayor of what's known as Marvel's newbie village.

Although Sherlock recognized Coulson almost immediately, he maintained a wary expression, looking at Coulson with a puzzled look and pretending to be cautious as he asked Coulson a question.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

Faced with Sherlock's wariness and distrust, Coulson was not surprised at all, or rather, Coulson was already used to being treated this way. He maintained his refined smile, took out an ID from his pocket, showed it to Sherlock, and then spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Sherlock Flamel, my name is Phil Coulson."

Despite Coulson's self-introduction, Sherlock did not move an inch. Instead, he stood at the doorway, blocking Coulson's view, and frowned slightly as he spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Coulson, what can I do for you?"

Faced with Sherlock's second question, and with obvious disgust and impatience in both attitude and expression, she showed no intention of inviting Coulson into the house, but instead became increasingly wary.

Coulson remained perfectly calm, maintaining his polite smile as if he couldn't detect any emotion in Sherlock's expression, and spoke to Sherlock.

"I'm sure Mr. Sherlock has seen the news about Tony Stark's disappearance. We at S.H.I.E.L.D. would like to hire you, Mr. Sherlock. Excuse me, may I call you that?"

After Sherlock nodded, Coulson continued.

"Our S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to hire Mr. Sherlock to help us rescue Tony. After all, neither the US nor the world can afford to lose a genius like Tony Stark, right? Although this genius can be really annoying at times."

Coulson played a small joke on Sherlock, but unfortunately, Coulson didn't see any smile on Sherlock's face. Instead, he saw a look of confusion and mockery.

"First of all, I have no idea what this thing called Homeland Security is! Secondly, I'm just an ordinary person and can't help you rescue Mr. Tony Stark!"

Finally, I want to say that even if I were a super agent with the ability to rescue Tony Stark, I wouldn't want to! Please don't disturb my peaceful life!

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock instinctively tried to close his front door. However, Coulson was much faster than Sherlock, as if this had happened countless times before. The moment Sherlock tried to close the door, Coulson placed his hand on it, blocking Sherlock's movement.

Seeing Coulson's actions, Sherlock was genuinely angry for a moment, his eyes piercing Coulson with undisguised coldness.

Although Coulson still wore a gentle and amiable smile, he was actually somewhat terrified inside. When facing Sherlock's gaze, Coulson felt as if he were being stared at by a fierce tiger.

After swallowing almost imperceptibly, Coulson mustered his courage and continued speaking.

"Mr. Sherlock is joking. As an official agency, S.H.I.E.L.D. is naturally aware that Mr. Sherlock absolutely has that ability."

As he spoke, Coulson pulled a pair of seemingly ordinary black-rimmed glasses from his pocket and held them in his hand.

Although these black-rimmed glasses without lenses looked ordinary and even unappealing, Sherlock's pupils still involuntarily contracted when he saw them.

The reason is simple: this thing is his own alchemical creation!

Clark's Glasses were originally created so that Zhao Weike could successfully complete the so-called impossible mission of the retired assassin from the mainland hotel!