Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Mindy was completely bewildered as he watched the Avengers confront the "Yellow Hair" gang. He had no idea what was going on and could only mutter to himself about the outfits of the "fathers" of the Anti-Yellow Hair Alliance.

"I don't know, maybe it's because they're handsome? But then again, why did this group of people end up against Jack and his gang?"

Anna, equally bewildered, stared speechlessly at the tense scene and complained to Mindy in the same way.

The three women from the "Adolescent Love Protection Alliance" standing behind the two bewildered girls all smiled after hearing their complaints. In the end, Helen stepped forward, gave the two girls a good pat on the head, and then spoke to them.

"Don't worry about it. This is just something that every girl with a father or brother goes through. I'm sure you'll understand. Just ignore them!"

Anna and Mindy weren't stupid either. After hearing Helen's words, they quickly realized what she meant. The two girls immediately turned as red as monkey bottoms, exchanged a glance, and saw a speechless expression in each other's eyes.

Clearly, Chili had no intention of letting the two girls off the hook. Looking at the two girls with flushed faces, Chili swirled the wine glass in her hand and asked them with a gossipy grin.

"Don't any of you have your eye on them? Those little ones are really quite attractive, both in terms of figure and looks!"

Upon hearing Chili's teasing, Mindy and Anna blushed even more, with Anna immediately offering a somewhat flustered explanation.

"No...don't joke around. Who would be interested in those immature little boys, especially those delicate flowers from a greenhouse!"

Upon hearing Anna's words, the three women present—Black Widow, Pepper Potts, and Helen—all looked at Anna, who was anxiously trying to defend herself, with mischievous smiles.

"Oh, really? You don't seem to be telling the truth right now."

Black Widow flirted with Anna, who was anxiously trying to explain herself, but unexpectedly, Mindy stepped forward, shrugged casually, and said in an annoyed tone.

"We can't just come all this way to the beach and then spend it swimming in the sea or building sandcastles on the sand, right? At most, we can only sunbathe. That would be so boring! Besides, Anna is right, they are really too childish!"

As Mindy spoke, he pointed to the two groups of people who were locked in a tense standoff. Anna nodded repeatedly after hearing Mindy's words, completely agreeing with him.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but boys have always been this immature!"

After hearing Mindy's words, Pepper sighed helplessly and pointed to Tony standing behind Sherlock. Instantly, all the women in the room laughed and decided to ignore this 'childish war'.

However, what no one noticed was the fleeting sadness and envy in Scarlett Johansson's eyes as she and the others turned to leave.

Chapter 208 The Avengers' Vacation Life 4

The members of the "Anti-Yellow-Haired Alliance" were unaware of the situation on the girls' side, as they were currently preoccupied with their own "war."

If a duel between men doesn't involve force or physical ability, then the competition is usually limited to a few things. And on the scene, there is no doubt that the most suitable 'weapon' for this battle is only one.

liquor!

Although the United States has regulations prohibiting drinking alcohol for those under the legal age, it's clear that this rule is practically meaningless in the general population, especially with the world's richest man present.

Thus began an unprecedented contest. Although the two sides on the battlefield did not exchange any words, they both understood, through their strange intuition, who the other was after.

Although the 'Anti-Yellow-Haired Alliance' had the physical advantage, and even had a captain who was at the limit of human physical strength, the opposing yellow-haired men were not to be underestimated. Their youth and overwhelming numbers almost leveled the playing field, forcibly putting both sides on the same starting line.

Amidst the cheers of onlookers who seemed to enjoy the spectacle, the 'war' intensified, eventually transcending the issue of blond hair and venturing into the men's damned competitive spirit.

Unsurprisingly, Sherlock, a man who rarely drinks, practically collapsed. After downing a whole bottle of whiskey, he slept like a log, snoring loudly while still holding the bottle.

What? You're asking why Sherlock, being an alchemist, doesn't use alchemy to break down the alcohol in his body?

Outrageous! How could there be cheating in a battle between men?

Anyone who's ever had a drink with his buddies knows that if he steals your lighter, he'll never admit it no matter what you say. But if you're short a drink, he'll remember it better than anyone else, and next time you'll definitely have to make it up to him in front of everyone!

Anyway, Sherlock was all in it or nothing when he fought the other side, and he successfully dragged one of the guys down with him.

Of course, as the initiator of the anti-yellow-haired alliance, Sherlock may not know the drinking capacity of his people, but he does know a little about their physical fitness. The captain is definitely the main force in drinking contests!

With the captain present, Sherlock dared to recklessly drag one of the opposing 'yellow-haired' guys down with him in a mutual destruction.

Of course, because he died so early, Sherlock's last impression of the drinking party was only the endless cheers around him and the captain on the other side, with red eyes, drinking one glass after another with those young 'yellow-haired' guys.

Even when the sun rose the next day and shone into Sherlock's eyes, forcing him to wake from his slumber, Sherlock was still somewhat disoriented about what had happened next.

Sherlock felt as if a balloon had been stuffed into his head, and the balloon was constantly expanding inside. It wasn't just that his brain was being squeezed into powder, but his head was also feeling incredibly swollen and uncomfortable.

It even made Sherlock wish he could use alchemy to create a hole in his head to relieve the 'pressure' inside.

"yue~"

Sherlock hadn't even opened his eyes when he finally came to his senses, but his stomach was the first to "wake up," delivering a "forced wake-up" package to him.

After completely emptying his stomach, Sherlock opened his equally swollen and aching eyes and looked around.

With just one glance, Sherlock was completely stunned, and stood up abruptly with an incredulous expression.

"Where the hell did I end up? Is this still in China?"

Sherlock stared in astonishment at the dense rainforest surroundings, where a small stream flowed quietly in the distance.

If such an environment isn't surprising enough, then there's even a tiger lying not far away, a tiger wearing a collar!

This mighty tiger was simply tied to a shrub that was no thicker than an arm with a fishing line!

Sherlock's jaw nearly dropped when he saw this. To be honest, he was incredibly lucky that he hadn't been eaten by that big tiger last night.

Even more unbelievable, Sherlock discovered that the captain was lying on top of the tiger, holding a half-finished bottle of tequila!

Tony was even more outrageous. He was hanging in a tree wearing his armor, and most importantly, his armor was tattered and in worse condition than the one he wore after the Battle of New York. The armor on his buttocks was also missing.

The snow-white buttocks were strikingly conspicuous against the backdrop of the tattered strips of underwear around them.

Of course, Hawkeye wasn't much better off. His clothes and pants were all tattered, and he was carrying a very simple bow and arrow made of tree branches and fishing line on his back. His face was covered in black ash.

What Sherlock couldn't understand the most was that Hawkeye was even wearing a feathered headdress that looked like that of an Indian!

The only difference is that the Native Americans used eagle feathers, while Hawkeye's head was clearly covered in chicken feathers! And not just any chicken feathers, but the yellowish-brown color of a hen! There was even some chicken droppings stuck to them!

Most importantly, Hawkeye was hugging a big tree, and miraculously, he fell asleep sitting on the ground while hugging a big tree!

Of course, everyone looked like this, and Zhao Weike wasn't much better off.

At this moment, Zhao Weike had changed into a vest and combat pants at some point. His pants were filled with bullets and grenades, and his upper body was wrapped with countless bullet chains, making him look like he was wearing armor made of bullet chains.

If that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal. The most crucial thing is that Zhao Weike was covered in weapons, from small pistols to large machine guns, all kinds of calibers and lengths of firearms.

In particular, this guy's originally long, straight black hair had somehow turned into curly hair, and he had a red ribbon wrapped around his forehead from who-knows-where, making him look like a Rambo cosplayer.

The most crucial thing is that Zhao Weike was lying right now, damn it, right under the paws of that big tiger!

Honestly, if Sherlock hadn't been able to barely make out that Zhao Weike was still breathing, he probably would have already started screaming.

Even though Sherlock didn't scream immediately, it's not much better.

Looking at this obviously bizarre scene before him, Sherlock had only two questions on his mind.

Where the hell am I?

What the hell happened last night?

Chapter 209 The Avengers' Social Hangover Recap 1

Faced with this incredibly complicated situation, Sherlock was already screaming in his mind, but in reality, he didn't dare to make a sound.

After all, Zhao Weike was still under that big tiger's claws! It was already a miracle that Sherlock's nauseating, rainbow-colored vomiting hadn't woken the tiger up; how could he possibly dare to make another sound?

Putting everything else aside, judging from the current positions of Zhao Weike and the big tiger, if the big tiger were to even slightly rise, Zhao Weike's ribs and the internal organs protected within them would likely be gone.

Of course, Sherlock will probably have to say goodbye to Zhao Weike soon.

Sherlock stood up in an extremely slow and careful manner, making sure he didn't make a sound and even slowing his breathing as much as possible.

His eyes were fixed on the enormous tiger, and he carefully moved back little by little to create distance between himself and the tiger.

The reason why he did this instead of trying to save everyone near the tiger is simple: Sherlock's mind is still a complete mess.

In this state, let alone whether the alchemy could be successfully activated, even if it were, Sherlock's head would probably turn into a brain heap in an instant.

After all, alchemy always requires calculations. Even with the Seven Deadly Sins' assistance, Sherlock still needs to use his own brain.

Just like with a Pentium CPU, pairing it with a 5090 graphics card obviously won't make much of a difference.

However, sometimes what you fear most is exactly what happens. Sherlock's original plan was to first distance himself from the tiger, then try to stay at a safe distance, and only think about what to do next after ensuring that he would not provoke the tiger.

But before Sherlock could take a few steps back, he unfortunately stepped on a dead branch. The sound of the branch breaking was unusually jarring in the quiet rainforest environment.

Even more terrifying, the very next second after Sherlock accidentally broke a branch, he clearly saw the tiger's ears twitch for a split second, and as soon as this action ended, the huge tiger's head, which had been lying on the ground, suddenly lifted up.

The moment the tiger raised its head, Sherlock's heart leaped into his throat, and his hand instinctively reached into his four-dimensional pocket and grabbed the handle of the Storm Axe, the closest weapon at hand.

However, the moment the tiger turned its head towards Sherlock, the fighting spirit that had been rising within Sherlock vanished without a trace, and he even became somewhat dazed.

The reason is simple: Sherlock did not see a ferocious and terrifying face like Wandashan No. 1, but rather a clear and foolish face like Gong Baiwan's.

(The contrast is quite striking.)

Sherlock: ?

Looking at the enormous creature in front of him, which clearly weighed close to 300 kilograms, and which had an expression as if it had been touched by Nangong Wenya, a question mark slowly rose above Sherlock's head.

Before Sherlock could even react to what was happening, the tiger excitedly shoved Zhao Weike away from under its paws, stood up, flung the captain off its back, let out a low growl, and then pounced joyfully toward Sherlock.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Sherlock didn't even realize what was happening, nor did he sense any murderous intent. And what happened afterward proved Sherlock's suspicions correct.

After the tiger pounced on Sherlock, it kept rubbing its head against Sherlock's body, and even occasionally stuck out its tongue to lick Sherlock's face.

Although tigers have barbs on their tongues, fortunately, the tiger used the tip of its tongue when licking Sherlock, so it didn't cause Sherlock any harm.

What left Sherlock speechless was that the tiger's mouth tasted like tequila.

Of course, in addition to that, Sherlock finally saw the contents of the nameplate on the collar around the tiger's neck.

Name: Gong Baiwan

If lost, please contact: xxxxxxx, Sherlock.

Sherlock's head was filled with even more questions after reading the nameplate. He had no idea he'd adopted such a huge tiger! And the worst part was, this thing was actually named Gong Baiwan!

The low growl of the big tiger named Gong Baiwan successfully sobered up everyone present who were still hungover. Like Sherlock, the men of the "Anti-Yellow Hair Alliance" all wore the same bewildered expression after waking up.

Especially the relatively miserable Tony and Hawkeye, and Zhao Weike, who was completely immobilized by bullets.

The scene was filled with swearing, and even the captain, who was known for his good manners, couldn't help but utter a few curses.

Meanwhile, Sherlock's two soul-searching questions, "Where the hell am I?" and "What exactly happened last night?" were also echoing in the minds of everyone present.