Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Unfortunately, no matter how formidable Tarasov is, he is up against Zhao Weike, who is at the pinnacle of power, and Sherlock, whose combat strength is off the charts.

Amidst the towering flames of the manor, the two men, their faces grim, drove toward the church mentioned in the intelligence report.

Chapter 81 King Meets King

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.”

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 add to 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.

It's just that the American family doesn't have the habit of burning paper money; otherwise, if they kept burning real money, it's hard to imagine how hyperinflation would occur in the American 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 point of obsession 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 the victim of a scheme orchestrated by the Mainland Hotel and others.

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 were in there, and I know what you did. Now it’s just the two of us left 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?”

Chapter 82 Sherlock, who has no martial ethics

In the past, given Zhao Weike's revenge against Viger, this matter should indeed have ended there.

After all, this isn't a movie. Zhao Weike's Helen is still alive and well, and that big-eared, bellowing donkey named Daisy wasn't killed.

Even if it were just Zhao Weike's revenge, then Zhao Weike's actions to this extent are already excessive.

Unfortunately, when faced with Vig's suggestion, Zhao Weike didn't say anything this time, but only looked at Sherlock who was standing beside him.

Clearly, at this point, the decision-maker is no longer Zhao Weike; he will simply stand firmly by Sherlock's side. The decision-maker is Sherlock himself.

Seeing Zhao Weike's state, Vig had no choice but to turn his attention to Sherlock.

"Sir, no matter how my good-for-nothing son has offended you, as his father I am willing to compensate and apologize. Consider everything here as my apology."

Vig believed his apology was quite grand. Although his subordinates' report stated that the two men had set fire to the basement where the money was laundering, even if all the cash was burned, the value of the gold and coins left behind was definitely not insignificant.

But when faced with Vig's demand for compensation, Sherlock's mocking smile never faded. He just looked at Vig standing in front of him with a half-smile.

How did you come to the conclusion that I would care about your so-called 'money'?

As Sherlock spoke, he opened his arms, and red lightning crackled in his hands. One by one, gold coins belonging to the Continental Hotel appeared out of thin air before Vig’s incredulous gaze, and then fell to the ground like rain.

Vig knew that there were extraordinary people in this world, but over the years, he had never met one. This was the first time he had come into contact with such an extraordinary person, which raised Vig's vigilance towards Sherlock to almost the highest level.

After demonstrating to Vig for a while how "rich" he really was, Sherlock pulled out the carbonized photo album that he had been carrying in his four-dimensional pocket the whole time and continued speaking to Vig.

"You know what? Ugh... Vigtarasov? Never mind, it doesn't matter! I'm an alchemist, a real, legitimate alchemist who can create gold at will!"

It's no exaggeration to say that I can create almost anything in this world, however much I want! I can even manufacture things that don't exist!

But there's one thing I just can't do anything about! There's only one thing I can't do anything about!

As Sherlock spoke, he carefully took out a photograph that had been half burned from the bag. In the photograph, one could still vaguely see Doro, who had just been born, looking bewildered, and two figures frantically trying to take care of the newborn life.

Just looking at the incomplete photos, Sherlock could recall how clumsy he and Zhao Weike were taking care of the newborn Doro, while Helen laughed until tears streamed down her face as she took the pictures.

A burst of crimson lightning erupted from Sherlock's hand, which was carefully holding the photograph, and the photograph, which had been half burned, was restored to its original state almost instantly.

Although the photo was restored, the pattern on it still looked damaged, and even more blurred.

Seeing the photo restored in the blink of an eye, Sherlock ignored Vig's astonishment and continued speaking to him.

"See that? Alchemy is almost omnipotent, but it's utterly useless when it comes to those memories! And your son, Vig, your stupid son named Yosef, just barged into someone else's house like that."

Using the most despicable excuse of "revenge," they wantonly destroyed someone else's most cherished memories, and even stole one of my friend's most treasured possessions in the end.

"Do you really think I can keep it alive?"

Sherlock spoke with such nonchalance, but to Vig, it sounded like a fairy tale.

Zhao Weike and the young man in front of him, who had almost mastered 'endless wealth', were furiously seeking revenge against him, even launching a 'war' that could affect the High Table.

Just because her son burned a few photos!

Just because of a few damn photos?

Vig really wanted to ask Sherlock: was it really worth fighting to the death over just a few photos?

Ke Weige dared not, he really dared not!

Although he is a gangster and seems to wield a voice that ordinary people could never hope to attain, he is essentially no different from an ant in front of a superhuman like Sherlock.

If Sherlock so desired, his 'endless wealth' alone would be enough to make Vig, or rather the entire Tarasov family, vanish without a trace.

And the young man in front of us didn't even have to lift a finger!

Now this young man has not only made a move, but he's even standing right in front of him, which is enough to show the anger in the young man's heart.

Even so, in Vig's heart, his only son still outweighed everything else, making Vig fantasize about what conditions would make this young man let his son go.

But Sherlock's next words plunged Vig into despair.

"Two choices! Tell me where your son is! Or I'll kill you and then go find your damned son!"

Clearly, Sherlock had no intention of letting Joseph go.

This left Vig feeling both angry and deeply powerless, but faced with his own life, Vig ultimately had no choice but to compromise.

"Big Mao, Rombang, the mother of the church is self-protected."

As soon as Vig finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck and then saw that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The last thing Vig saw was a long spear that looked like it was inlaid with the sun, emitting a blinding light.

"It's so beautiful!"

This was the last thought in Vig's mind, and he didn't even know how he died until the very end.

Indeed, facing Vig and his many confidants, Sherlock used his modified Spear of Longinus to unleash a destructive ray, sending them all to meet their Jesus.