Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Watching the black woman escorting Yosef and the chief of police walking ahead, a daring plan formed in Sherlock's mind.

"Fine, so you've set your sights on me and Zhao Weike? No problem," Sherlock swore, "if I don't corrupt Eve, I'll change my name."

"Give me back the damn Chichimora? Get the hell out of here! I'll give you back a super-sized Bomber! I'll completely weld the title of Jade Faced Grenade King to Eve, and then I'll show you a brand new 'Chichimora'."

Seeing the cold smile on Sherlock's face, Eve felt a chill run down her spine. The excitement she had felt after becoming Babayaga's apprentice vanished without a trace.

As for the bureau chief, he had no idea what he would experience next.

Just as Sherlock said, when Eve returned to the Rom gang a few years later, she was indeed "unbeatable" and she did indeed gain Sherlock's friendship and help.

It even earned the title of Chichimora, but this Chichimora was unlike any of the previous Chichimora.

While others use guns, Eve disdains them. Grenades are just the basics; bombs are the ultimate weapon!

As for bodyguards? Heh, their job is to clear the way with grenades; their role is to kill the other side first.

After all, the enemy lost not only their lives but also their homeland, so you could say you've completed your mission of protection, right?

As for Eve running off to that small German town full of killers to avenge her father, well, do you know a famous story called The Little Girl Who Sold Nuclear Bombs?

Of course, these are all things of the future. At this moment, the director and the black woman named Nogi had no idea what sins they had committed. With smug expressions, they escorted Yosef to Sherlock and Zhao Weike.

When Sherlock saw Joseph's face clearly, it was obvious that the rascal was having a rough time, even looking like he was barely breathing.

Especially when he saw Sherlock and Zhao Weike standing next to Sherlock, he was so frightened that his legs trembled and he struggled frantically to get away from the two of them.

Unfortunately, Yosef, whose body had been weakened by wine and women, was no match for the two burly twin men holding him. No matter how much Yosef struggled, he could not break free from their grip and could only be escorted to Sherlock in despair.

After everyone entered the small lounge, Yosef, gripped by the fear of death, lost all his former spoiled bratness and knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down his face, before addressing Zhao Weike.

"I was wrong, please forgive me, I beg you, I was really wrong!"

As soon as Yosef said this, a foul odor of urine filled the room, causing everyone in the room to instinctively frown.

Sherlock couldn't stand the smell at all. Before Zhao Weike could say anything, he pulled out his .5.7 caliber Glock and shot Yosef in the head.

After putting away his weapon, he didn't even glance at the so-called bureau chief, but instead looked directly in Zhao Weike's direction.

"Is everything over? Time to go home?"

Although Zhao Weike didn't fully understand why Sherlock's behavior had changed so drastically, he vaguely grasped Sherlock's meaning and immediately nodded to him.

"Yeah~"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, a red light flashed in Sherlock's hand, and the next second, Sherlock threw a gold coin directly next to Yosef's corpse, then turned to look at Eve, who had been hiding behind Zhao Weike.

"Eve, right? You have 15 minutes to pack your personal belongings. See you at the theater entrance in 15 minutes!"

After saying that, Sherlock pulled Zhao Weike towards the theater entrance without the slightest hesitation, completely ignoring the chief and the black woman with a somewhat unpleasant expression.

Zhao Weike didn't say much, silently following Sherlock past the chief until they were alone, at which point Zhao Weike asked Sherlock what was going on.

This time, Sherlock didn't hide anything from Zhao Weike and recounted the director's scheme in detail, making Zhao Weike's brows furrow more and more as he listened.

After Sherlock finished explaining the implications, Zhao Weike's first reaction was to say something to Sherlock.

"Should I go back to the bureau chief and decline the offer to become Eve's mentor?"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock revealed a wicked smile and said to Zhao Weike.

"No need, just train her according to your ideas. Oh, by the way, add more training on explosives. Since the director dared to scheme against me, I will naturally retaliate."

"Didn't she want a Chichimora that's connected to me? Then let's just give her a Chichimora that's beyond her imagination, and that'll be fine."

Hearing Sherlock's words, which sounded like those of a villain, Zhao Weike frowned even more. Given Zhao Weike's personality, although he was an assassin, he did not want to gamble a young girl's fate and future on such sordid matters.

Seeing Zhao Weike's expression, Sherlock could easily understand what Zhao Weike was thinking. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before speaking to Zhao Weike.

"Don't worry, if you follow my plan, that girl's future will far exceed what you can achieve. She might even have to show her respect in the future, and she might even be able to completely escape from this quagmire-like system!"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Zhao Weike finally showed a relaxed smile.

After all, compared to a retired assassin like himself, Sherlock's access to the world was undoubtedly far more profound, so Zhao Weike almost never doubted what Sherlock said.

After waiting for a short while at the theater entrance, Eve appeared before Sherlock and Zhao Weike carrying a tattered bundle.

Seeing Eve's worn-out clothes and the tattoo on her back that matched Zhao Weike's, Sherlock's lips twitched slightly before he led the girl and Zhao Weike out of the theater.

This time, however, Sherlock did not take the two back to New York immediately. Instead, he led them on a shopping spree at Big Mao's house.

Some of the gifts were for Helen, some were for Doro, a small portion were for himself and Zhao Weike, and the majority of the rest were for the girl named Eve.

After all, Eve, who had lived in the theater since childhood, was dressed in such worn-out clothes that even Sherlock couldn't bear to look at them.

Of course, there was a price to pay for the many gifts Sherlock gave.

The biggest cost was that Eve temporarily lost her own name and received a new name approved by Sherlock.

Ana de Armas.