Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Eastern Orthodoxy, one of the three major branches of Christianity, is the prevalent religion in Russia and one of the largest in terms of the number of believers.

Sherlock knew that although Zhao Weike had a mixed-race face like Keanu Reeves, he was actually from the Russian side. In fact, Sherlock had always suspected that Zhao Weike might also be a follower of this so-called sect, after all, Zhao Weike had a huge Jesus tattoo on his back.

However, after the two arrived at the church, Zhao Weike practically proved one thing with facts: for him, so-called faith was nothing more than proof of his birth.

Zhao Weike shot the priest in the church with a single shot, the process so fast that even Sherlock didn't have time to react. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Weike raised his hand and fired several more shots, killing the thugs hiding in various parts of the church.

Sherlock was naturally happy to have some free time and followed Zhao Weike, who was displaying his great prowess, deeper into the church.

After passing through a small door, the two arrived at the church's underground. Sherlock was stunned by the sight before him as soon as he entered.

Money! Countless stacks of money were neatly piled together!

And those stacks of gold piled up together.

From any perspective, it all speaks to the wealth of the so-called Tarasov family.

Although Sherlock possessed alchemy skills and could even directly create so-called paper money and gold through alchemy, the scene before him still shocked him.

What Sherlock found even more novel was that, for the first time in both his lives, he experienced the feeling of using cash and gold as cover, which was truly amazing.

Zhao Weike quickly cleared out the church guards, but when he looked back at Sherlock after the battle, Sherlock was stuffing the cash that hadn't been hit by bullets into his four-dimensional pocket.

Looking at Sherlock's expression, which resembled that of a sniffler, a huge question mark appeared above Zhao Weike's head.

Are you short of money?

"We don't lack anything! But since we've already taken it all, wouldn't it be a waste of our trip if we didn't take it? Besides, we're going to kill Vig and his son anyway, so these things will just end up being ownerless anyway."

As Sherlock spoke, he walked toward the gold and began stuffing it into his four-dimensional pocket, continuing to speak as he did so.

"Besides, this money can be used to repair your house, and it will also supplement our retirement savings. Why not?"

Sherlock's reasoning successfully convinced Zhao Weike. He thought of the difference between Helen's three-bedroom Cadillac Escalade and Sherlock's Raptor, and then he thought of the mess in his own house that would require countless cleaners to restore it to its original state.

Zhao Weike decisively stepped forward and began to help Sherlock transfer the cash and money into Sherlock's four-dimensional pocket.

After all, the labor costs on the American side are so high that those who know about it understand; even robbing someone doesn't bring in money as quickly!

Of course, neither of them were stupid. They certainly wouldn't keep the cash that had been hit by the bullets. They simply threw it all together and then burned it.

Looking at the raging flames, Sherlock muttered to himself for quite a while.

In other words, the U.S. doesn't have the custom of burning paper money. Otherwise, if they kept burning real money, it's hard to imagine how hyperinflation would occur in the U.S. underworld.

While the two were sorting through their spoils, Vig also rushed back from Boston.

Just as Vig landed, he received news that his manor had been attacked. Upon hearing that his luxurious manor had been reduced to ashes, Vig's blood pressure spiked and he nearly fainted.

He had already cursed his stupid son to the skies in his heart, but the news he received next made Viggo furious.

The church, the core money laundering facility of his family and the source of their greatest financial security, was attacked by Zhao Weike and that mysterious man.

Most importantly, after attacking the church, the two did not leave. Instead, they set fire to the money laundering site underground and then sat casually inside the church waiting for something.

What are the two of them waiting for? Besides waiting for themselves, what else could they be waiting for?

Vig felt like he was being consumed by anger and shame, but after thinking about the situation at the Continental Hotel, he managed to calm himself down.

Vig wasn't worried about Zhao Weike alone, but the person accompanying Zhao Weike showed something that terrified Vig.

Vig could never have imagined that he would be set up by a mainland hotel and some other people.

With a dark expression, Vig could only force himself to calm down and led his trusted men toward the church.

Meanwhile, Sherlock and Zhao Weike were inside the church, sitting on the stage used for worship. Outside the door, the Tarasov family had gathered a large number of people, but none of them dared to push open the tightly closed church door.

When Vig arrived, the sight of the church surrounded but not attacked fueled his anger even more. However, reason prevailed, and Vig immediately dismissed his men who were surrounding the church.

After all, he had come to negotiate, and dispersing the attackers was a show of sincerity that Vig had to demonstrate.

As his men who had surrounded the church left, Vig stood at the church entrance with his trusted men and called out to those inside.

"John, I know you're inside, and I know what you've done. Now it's just the two of us in the church. How about we talk face to face?"

In just a moment, Zhao Weike's voice came through the church doors after hearing Vig's words.

"Yeah~"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Vig and his trusted confidants pushed open the church doors.

Upon seeing the mess inside the church, Vig's fear of Zhao Weike intensified instantly.

The only thing that spoke of Zhao Weike’s terror was the holes in the foreheads of the corpses lying on the ground. However, compared to Zhao Weike, the young man standing next to him, exuding an evil aura, made Vig want to run away even more.

The reason is simple: Sherlock is far too young.

Even judging from his appearance, Sherlock might not be as old as his good-for-nothing son!

This young man not only followed Zhao Weike but was also able to dominate the Mainland Hotel and the High Table behind it.

Vig really couldn't imagine just how powerful this young man's background was.

After taking a deep breath, Vig did not speak to Sherlock immediately, but stared intently in Zhao Weike's direction and said to Zhao Weike.

"John, I apologize on his behalf for the harm my good-for-nothing son has caused you. I suppose you have taken back what is rightfully yours, and even made me pay a heavy price for it. I wonder if this matter can end here?"