Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life...

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... Vig Tarasov? 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.

Although the process was a little cruel, Sherlock felt no remorse. After all, whether it was Vig or his confidants, if you really thought about it, even being shot for a minute would be considered a slip-up.

Sherlock wouldn't feel any psychological burden at all, especially since he's currently in the midst of a war.

Chapter 83 Vig, who lacks martial ethics

After dealing with Vig, Sherlock turned to look in Zhao Weike's direction. As for what would happen next, Sherlock wasn't really worried.

Gangs have their rules, and wars have their rules. But whether it's gangs or war, the fundamental rule is the same: the strong prey on the weak.

In war, the strong kill the weak and devour everything the weak possess; the same applies in the underworld.

Vig's death was destined to cause chaos in the Tarasov family, and during this period, both external forces and internal forces would flock to him like sharks smelling blood, wanting to tear a piece of flesh from Vig's corpse.

This situation will continue until a new leader emerges in the Tarasov family or the entire Tarasov family disappears.

As for Sherlock, the murderer of Vig, I'm sorry to say, but these people who use loyalty and other such excuses will not stand up for the already dead Vig. Moreover, Sherlock's identity and abilities are the very reasons why they dare not step forward.

The person behind the high table who instigated the war was also destined not to completely offend Sherlock because of Viger. Sherlock actually knew this from the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't have shouted slogans like "war".

However, to Sherlock's utter surprise, when Sherlock turned to look at Zhao Weike, Zhao Weike's expression was extremely complicated, as if he were constipated.

?

A question mark slowly floated up above Sherlock's head. He thought Zhao Weike was feeling something because of the death of his former boss, so he asked.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong? Did you poop your pants?"

Sherlock made a joke at Zhao Weike's expense, which earned him a huge eye roll in return. Clearly, the expression on Zhao Weike's face wasn't because of Vig's death, but for some other reason.

Sherlock quickly figured out the reason behind Zhao Weike's expression.

Before Vig died, the only thing that could change Zhao Weike's expression was the so-called Rom Gang, or that godmother or something like that.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhao, I won't tell Helen. After all, it's all in the past."

Seeing Sherlock's sudden realization and his knowing look as he patted his shoulder while muttering incomprehensible words, Zhao Weike felt his blood pressure spike.

Even the emotion she felt for Sherlock's killing spree because of those photos vanished in an instant.

After swatting Sherlock's hand away from his shoulder in an annoyed manner, he began to explain to Sherlock.

"Stop fooling around, Sherlock, things are starting to get serious."

Hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock didn't react much, but looking at the serious expression on Zhao Weike's face, he said with some confusion.

"What's wrong? Is it because of that Rom gang?"

"That's right, the accurate term should be the Rom family! An absolute king who controls the entire Slavic underworld, and also one of the twelve families that make up the High Table."

Zhao Weike gave Sherlock a brief explanation of the so-called Rom Gang, pausing slightly before continuing.

"And that's also where I was born."

A simple sentence made Sherlock's eyes widen instantly, and for a moment he didn't even know what to say.

If Yosef is indeed hiding in the Rom gang's territory, Sherlock really can't just rush in and kill him, since Sherlock still has to give Zhao Weike face no matter what.

If Zhao Weike continues to act recklessly, countless troubles may await him in the future.

As a friend, Sherlock didn't want Zhao Weike to have any trouble later. In fact, this 'war' was essentially Sherlock using his identity to 'support' Zhao Weike.

A word of warning to any gangsters or hitmen associated with the High Table: stay away from the Zhao family!

"So, what are you thinking? Are you still going to go find that bastard Yosef?"

After thinking for a long time, Sherlock finally decided to follow Zhao Weike's advice. After all, Sherlock was a complete newcomer to the world of assassins and gangsters, and only Zhao Weike truly understood the rules and messy unspoken rules.

However, to Sherlock's surprise, after pondering for a while, Zhao Weike gave an answer that Sherlock did not expect.

"Let's go! But we need to go to Russia!"

What truly surprised Sherlock was not Zhao Weike's answer, but the look on Zhao Weike's face as he said it, as if he had eaten shit.

Based on Sherlock's years of interaction with Zhao Weike, Zhao Weike's expression can only mean one thing.

"Old Zhao, tell me honestly, were you deep in thought just now because you were struggling with something? Is there something you don't want me to know, or rather, something you don't want Helen to know?"

Sherlock almost immediately switched to a cheeky expression and approached Zhao Weike. His expression was devoid of any emotion, just pure smugness, which made Zhao Weike instantly regret what he had just said.

With a look of disgust, Zhao Weike pushed away Sherlock's cheeky face that was leaning in front of him, maintained his cool and aloof persona, and walked away through the blood, looking like he didn't want to pay any attention to Sherlock.

As for Sherlock, how could he not be tempted after discovering the little secret that Zhao Weike wanted to hide?

Although the secret will soon be revealed to Sherlock, it still won't stop Sherlock from acting like a jerk in front of Zhao Weike.

"What little secret are you hiding? Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell Helen! Anyway, I'll find out soon enough, so just tell me."

On the way to the airport, Sherlock kept pestering Zhao Weike, wanting to find out from him what he was hiding.

Annoyed by Sherlock's persistent pestering, Zhao Weike finally couldn't help but say something to Sherlock.

"Тызнаешь, чтотырасстроен? Сукаблядь!"

(Do you know how annoying you are? Sukabul! P.S.: The author doesn't understand Russian, so this is a machine translation and I'm not sure if it's accurate.)

???

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock's mind was filled with three huge question marks. He didn't understand the meaning of the first part at all, but he somewhat understood the meaning of the second part, "Sukabri".

"You insulted me, didn't you? You bastard, you definitely insulted me, didn't you?"

Having lost his composure, Sherlock pointed at Zhao Weike and kept questioning him, but Zhao Weike had an expression on his face as if the matter was resolved, which made Sherlock even angrier.

Chapter 84 Sherlock's Adventures with the Big Hair (Part 1)

Big Mao, the eldest son after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, inherited the vast majority of the Soviet Union's resources and status.

Shylock's only impression of it was the Maoist aesthetics, which was completely different from the Western world, and the cold wind on the Siberian plain.

As for what else Sherlock might remember so fondly, it would probably only be the abundance of beautiful women in the Russian household and the potatoes that thrived in the frigid winds of the Siberian plains.

On the way to the airport with Sherlock, Zhao Weike uttered a sentence in Russian, and when he realized that Sherlock, that rascal, couldn't understand Russian, his expression turned to pleasure.

On the contrary, Sherlock looked sullen and unhappy, as if he had eaten shit. He ignored Zhao Weike the whole way and secretly fiddled with something while avoiding him.