Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

While Viggo was still dealing with his foolish son, back in New York, Sherlock and Zhao Weike had already begun their killing spree.

After Sherlock declared war on Vig via his phone, he casually hung up the phone and tossed it back to Zhao Weike under Zhao's somewhat helpless gaze. Standing at the entrance of the Continental Hotel, Sherlock's armor instantly appeared beneath his suit.

Even though his face was covered by a mask, Sherlock still raised an eyebrow at Zhao Weike.

"Are you ready, my dear Mr. Night Demon?"

Although Zhao Weike couldn't see Sherlock's expression, his understanding of Sherlock after so many years of getting along, combined with Sherlock's cheeky tone when he said those words, still made Zhao Weike feel warm.

"Thanks."

Zhao Weike whispered something to Sherlock, but his voice was so soft it was almost indistinguishable from a mosquito's buzz.

Even so, Sherlock heard Zhao Weike's words, and his smile under the mask widened. He stepped forward and stood in front of Zhao Weike, forcefully pulling the bolt of his P90 submachine gun.

Zhao Weike understood Sherlock's meaning the moment Sherlock made his move. He also pulled the bolt of his HK416, then placed his left hand on Sherlock's shoulder and gently patted her shoulder while maintaining his gun-raising posture.

Sensing the signal from Zhao Weike behind him, Sherlock didn't hesitate for a moment and kicked open the door of the Continental Hotel in New York, stepping out.

Just as Sherlock had predicted, the moment the two stepped out the door, countless bullets hurtled towards them, only to shatter into pieces the instant they touched Sherlock's armor.

「12点4人，10点2人，3点一人！」

With the protection of his armor, Sherlock quickly reported the enemy's positions. Before he could even finish speaking, his P90 began to roar, and with a burst of muzzle flash, 5.7mm armor-piercing rounds flew toward the four people standing directly opposite him.

Meanwhile, Zhao Weike was not idle either. Hiding behind Sherlock, Zhao Weike immediately turned towards the person at the 3 o'clock position as soon as he heard Sherlock call out the location.

Under normal circumstances, such a place is usually where a sniper rifle is located. Sherlock's firepower cannot cover the range of a sniper rifle. Moreover, even if it could cover the range, Sherlock's marksmanship would be unlikely to hit the target.

Therefore, Zhao Weike immediately eliminated the sniper who posed the greatest threat to him, and then quickly turned around to attack the two people at the 10 o'clock position.

With Zhao Weike's marksmanship, he fired only three shots, and the 5.6mm bullets almost simultaneously and mercilessly pierced the foreheads of the three men who were trying to ambush him from the side.

Compared to Zhao Weike's almost artistic maneuvers, Sherlock's actions seemed very down-to-earth.

Since Charlotte pulled the trigger, the P90 submachine gun in his hand hadn't been released. With a full 50 rounds of ammunition, the four people in front were riddled with bullets by Charlotte.

The battle was over in less than a few breaths, leaving the entrance to the Continental Hotel in a mess, riddled with shell casings and bullet holes.

After casually changing a magazine, Sherlock looked around to make sure there was no danger. Then he shook his body, and as he did so, some metal fragments quickly fell out of his clothes.

Seeing Sherlock's actions, Zhao Weike was speechless and somewhat helpless.

Just as Winston said, under the armor, Sherlock is absolutely the nemesis of any assassin, and truly deserves the title of "excellent assassin".

After all, it's Sherlock who kills others, and others can't do anything to him, so isn't that what makes him an excellent assassin?

After sighing, Zhao Weike then spoke to Sherlock.

"Let's go! It's time to settle the score."

After saying that, Zhao Weike walked towards Sherlock's Raptor. Sherlock shook the bullet fragments out of his clothes, shrugged indifferently, and followed Zhao Weike toward his Raptor.

After the two got into the car and the door closed, Zhao Weike, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had just pressed the start button when a burst of flames erupted from the chassis of Sherlock's Raptor.

With a deafening explosion, Sherlock's raptor was blasted into the sky by the force of the blast, but due to its own weight, it quickly crashed back down to the ground, still engulfed in flames.

Fortunately, thanks to Tony's crazy modifications, Sherlock's Raptor, although it still looks like an ordinary pickup truck, is actually equipped with a real tank configuration.

Although the explosion did not injure either of them, and even Sherlock's Raptor was undamaged, the two inside were still terrified by the sudden turn of events.

Zhao Weike, in particular, gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter, and his pale face slowly regained some color as he turned to look in Sherlock's direction.

"Tell me, are the modifications you made to Helen's Cadillac Escalade the same as the ones you have now?"

Having been forced to experience the bumpy ride, Sherlock's face still looked somewhat unwell. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Zhao Weike before speaking in a trembling voice.

"Not me! This is Tony's modification!"

After hearing Sherlock's words, Zhao Weike remained silent for a long while before his face hardened with murderous intent as he spoke to Sherlock.

"Regardless, I know Vig is in big trouble! This has gone beyond the limits of the rules!"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock's fear instantly turned into anger. He ignored Zhao Weike's words, took out his phone, searched through his contacts, and made a call.

"The Arbitrator? Hmm? You know? Okay, thanks for your help. Okay, see you later!"

After saying this in a rambling, disjointed way, Sherlock hung up the phone and turned to look at Zhao Weike, saying something to him.

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"

"Good news!"

As Zhao Weike restarted the vehicle, he spoke to Sherlock.

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock smiled knowingly and said to Zhao Weike.

"The High Table is aware of the war between us and Vig and has already reacted by refusing to allow you, me, or any members of the Vig family to stay at the Continental Hotel from now on until the war ends."

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Zhao Weike did not continue to ask questions, but instead fell silent.

There was no need to ask about the so-called bad news anymore. As a former assassin who worked for the Mainland Hotel, Zhao Weike knew the style of the Mainland Hotel, or rather, the High Table, all too well.

Given Sherlock's and his own status, the High Table would never simply allow, or even secretly instigate, the war.

There is only one explanation.

After Sherlock and himself declared war on the Tarasov family, someone orchestrated this behind the scenes, which led to the High Table's involvement.

Simply put, he and Sherlock inexplicably became other people's pawns!