Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

You see, in the United States, clubs like this in pubs are usually the territory of motorcycle gangs. But if this club really is motorcycle gang territory, Sherlock really doubts what kind of motorcycle gang could have entered and set up shop in his community's pub.

Sherlock's many questions were answered almost immediately the moment he pushed open the door of the tavern run by the Black Widow and saw the room full of naked men.

Damn it, what motorcycle gang? This is the real-life version of the Azure Sea alcoholic gang!

The damn name hasn't changed!

It was the same group of people who attended the wedding last time, the same group of crazy naked men. The difference was that this time Sherlock noticed that many men from his community were here.

Sherlock was completely bewildered as he watched his neighbors in the tavern roaring and chugging alcohol. After all, it was already quite amazing to see a diverse group of people, including sheriffs, gang leaders, hitmen, senators, doctors, lawyers, accountants, secret agents, and soldiers, all gathered together and drinking like crazy.

The scene before him was nothing short of a gathering of scumbags, which immediately stirred up some unpleasant memories for Sherlock. Almost instinctively, Sherlock wanted to turn around and leave.

However, just as Sherlock turned around, he saw Zhao Weike, who had a scumbag grin on his face, blocking his way.

Before Sherlock could speak, two familiar, fan-sized hands pressed down on his shoulders.

"Oh my gosh~ Oh my gosh~ Isn't this the newbie we drank with last time? I remember we had a lot of fun last time. Where are you going this time?"

The familiar, muscular man's voice rang in Sherlock's ears once more, causing his initial desire to escape to sink instantly.

"Hahaha, they probably forgot about our gathering! Perfect timing, our club hadn't chosen a location yet last time, so we didn't have the new members have their initiation ceremony. Since you're here today, let's make up for it!"

"No, no, no! I was just passing by! I was just passing by!"

Upon hearing the other burly man's words, Sherlock began to struggle frantically, trying to defend himself. Unfortunately, the two burly men ignored Sherlock's struggles and grabbed him, carrying him into the tavern, where they yelled at the scumbags inside.

"Welcome to our new member! Tell the new member what the first rule of our PAB community is?"

Everyone: "Taking off your clothes while drinking is the most basic courtesy!!!!"

Listening to the roars of the scum in front of him, and the flammable oolong tea that was pushed in front of him, made entirely of 96% eau de la vie and whiskey, Sherlock, who was forcibly pressed into the bar seat, gradually gave up thinking.

Good news: compared to a wedding, the rules inside a pub are undoubtedly much stricter. At the very least, things like taking photos without consent or engaging in inappropriate relationships are absolutely forbidden inside a pub.

The bad news is that after being forced to drink a cup of flammable oolong tea, Sherlock inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was actually kind of nice?

After all, Sherlock probably never drank and laughed so unrestrainedly in both of his lives combined!

Of course, Sherlock would probably have been even happier if, in his drunken stupor, he hadn't stumbled upon the burly man with a receding hairline, sunglasses, and a mask pulled down, who was also immersed in the pleasures of the water of life.

Chapter 322 Sherlock: Oh no, I'm the leader now!

Looking at that guy with a receding hairline, a bottle of water of life in his left hand and a bottle of whiskey in his right, and a mask pulled down to his chin that couldn't hide his exaggerated smile, Sherlock wondered if he was seeing things.

Sherlock suspected he was hallucinating from drinking and couldn't figure out why that man was there, especially dressed like a naked scumbag, drinking with him.

The scene was so outrageous that Sherlock rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he wasn't seeing things. After that, Sherlock was completely flustered.

No, Captain, does Agent Carter know about this wild side of you?

No, that's not the point. The point is, shouldn't you be keeping a close eye on Hydra? How could you sneak around and drink with this bunch of scum? You shouldn't be a captain like that!!!

The most outrageous thing is that, apart from the sunglasses on his face and the mask pulled down to his chin, the captain had nothing else on him. Even in this state, not a single one of these scumbags on the scene recognized that this thing was Captain America.

No, is that right?

Can a Mediterranean hairstyle really change people's perception of a person?

(That's roughly the feeling?)

Sherlock was confused and deeply shocked. After confirming that the person was the captain, he even had the urge to grab the captain's shoulder and urge him to come to his senses and stop wasting his life.

Sherlock really wanted to grab the captain by the shoulder and yell at him, "Your job should be to cause trouble for Hydra, not standing here drinking naked with a bunch of scum!"

Well, the captain's butt is indeed very perky and looks very bouncy.

Of course, Sherlock did not put his idea into practice in the end. The reason was simple: as soon as Sherlock's buttocks left the chair, Zhao Weike pressed them back down with a wicked smile, followed by two burly men chugging him alcohol.

Sherlock's last memory of this gathering of scumbags ended there. As for what happened afterward, Sherlock had no idea, but he felt it must have been quite a fun time.

The only thing I could recall was a single thought.

Who researched this stuff? It's fucking awesome once you start drinking it!

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window into Sherlock's bedroom, waking him from his sleep.

Unlike before, this time Sherlock was extremely calm after regaining consciousness. After checking himself and finding no stinging, foreign body sensation, or even tearing sensation, Sherlock didn't even bother to check what was left of him.

While enduring the headache from the hangover and vowing never to drink again, he calmly walked into the bathroom and grabbed a change of clothes.

After all, the great philosopher Tiramisu once said that when you repeatedly embarrass yourself in something, it is no longer something to be ashamed of in relation to you or the public.

It can only be said that people often grow when they have no other choice but to bite the bullet and do something.

Take Sherlock Holmes, for example. He just gets drunk and acts crazy, right? The first time you might feel ashamed, the second time you might want to die, but by the third time you can take it in stride. That's right, that's how I am! PAB's philosophy is that taking off your clothes while drinking is the most basic respect for alcohol!

Of course, although he was used to being drunk, that didn't mean that there wasn't something surprising about what happened to Sherlock this time when he was drunk.

After Sherlock finished his bath, he couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw the leather vest hanging at the foot of the bed.

Below the collar of the leather vest were the three large letters "pab" embroidered in floral script. Below the letters was an embroidered ribbon that surrounded a manifesto, and was even decorated with thorns and roses. At the very bottom, near the waist, was printed the PAB Club's manifesto.

Taking off your clothes while drinking is the most basic courtesy!

Even the font is that gothic Chrome Hearts font!

Of course, it wouldn't be surprising if it were just a leather vest, but the problem is that in the United States, this leather vest usually represents only one thing.

Motorcycle gang!

That's right. To put it simply, this thing is actually the standard equipment for the young and old lads on the American side, and it represents rebellion.

Although the leather vest in front of him didn't have traditional symbols of rebellion like skulls or crows, the manifesto printed on the back was far more rebellious, especially in the land of the United States.

Well, being able to see the 24-character mantra from the Chinese side on American soil is quite an achievement.

As Sherlock walked out of the bedroom, carrying the suddenly appearing leather vest, filled with questions, he happened to see Zhao Weike coming out of the guest room. When Zhao Weike saw what Sherlock was holding, the corner of his mouth even twitched involuntarily.

It was obvious that Zhao Weike knew something, and Sherlock naturally had no intention of letting Zhao Weike off the hook, so he chased after Zhao Weike and began to ask him what exactly was going on with this disguise.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Zhao Weike casually handed one to Sherlock, then looked at Sherlock with an expression of 'I've learned something new' and said...

"Congratulations, Sherlock! Just last night, you founded a motorcycle gang with an extremely complex membership, including police officers, gangsters, assassins, politicians, doctors, lawyers, accountants, secret agents, soldiers, and more! Such an elite motorcycle gang is practically the first of its kind in the United States!"

More importantly, unlike the usual motorcycle gangs where petty thugs get together and do anything to make a living, your PAB motorcycle gang has only one purpose.

Drinking! Drinking in all sorts of ways! Alcohol below 50% is just water, only alcohol above 50% is real alcohol – this is the pure alcoholism of the motorcycle gang!

At this point, Zhao Weike paused before continuing to speak to Sherlock while clapping.

"This is the first time I've discovered that you actually have a bit of a talent for Little Mustache. Your oratory skills are almost on par with Little Mustache's. Last night, you even used alchemy to create the leather vests you have on the spot, ensuring that everyone present got one. Not only that, but those scumbags there actually joined your gang with great joy."

Seriously, Sherlock, your abilities as a gang leader span both the legal and illegal worlds. You can mobilize the military, manipulate gangs, and even influence the law. Compared to those local gangs, you've hit the jackpot right from the start.

As Zhao Weike spoke, he continued to applaud Sherlock. After all, even Zhao Weike, who was used to big events, found this thing incredibly absurd, let alone Sherlock.

Hearing Zhao Weike's explanation, Sherlock covered his face in utter shame. How to put it? He thought that this was the third time, and there would definitely be no surprises. He never expected the surprise to come so suddenly.

Of course, Sherlock did not give up the struggle. He opened his eyes with hope amidst shame and looked in Zhao Weike's direction.

"That was just drunken misbehavior. Our neighbors are all respectable people, they probably don't care about my damn gang, right?"

Chapter 323 Assassins Don't Look at Family Trees, They Look at Military Strategy

Faced with Sherlock's final struggle, Zhao Weike said nothing, but simply took his coffee cup and led Sherlock to the garage door.

When Sherlock saw what was happening inside the garage, he nearly fainted.

Inside the garage, Sherlock's original 6x6 Raptor's cargo bed was gone, replaced by a standard Harley-Davidson motorcycle with raised handlebars, parked steadily next to the Raptor.

Sherlock didn't even need to use his alchemy to sense that every single metal part of the Harley, which he had no recollection of, was made of gold-titanium alloy.

In other words, that motorcycle was made from the back of his own Raptor! And in terms of completion, he personally made 110% of it!

Looking at his naked Raptor, Sherlock was heartbroken and couldn't breathe. He struggled to control his emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, and with a final struggle, he comforted himself while asking Zhao Weike beside him.

"It's alright, it's alright, I can restore it to its original state. I should be the only one who acted so quickly, right, Lao Zhao? Please tell me yes!"

Sensing Sherlock's final struggle, Zhao Weike said nothing, but simply took out his phone, opened a group chat called "pab Alcoholics Club," and showed Sherlock the motorcycle orders posted by the members in the chat.

Sherlock's vision went black and black as he watched.

Well, the current situation is that, thanks to his drunken antics, Sherlock has inexplicably formed a motorcycle gang that straddles both the legal and illegal worlds.

However, given the powerful drive that comes with being drunk, even if Sherlock were to sober up now, he probably wouldn't be able to escape the position of gang leader.

Thinking about the wild way those perverts drank in the tavern yesterday, Sherlock felt like he wanted to die.

"F*** it! Quit drinking! I need to get rid of this damn hangover right now, today!"

Having broken down her defenses, Sherlock couldn't hold back any longer and started a beautiful rap. On the other hand, Zhao Weike listened to Sherlock's rap with a calm expression before revealing a satisfied and sinister smile as he spoke to Sherlock.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't quit drinking. According to gang rules, there must be at least one gang gathering like yesterday's every week. And since most of the gang members are neighbors in the same community, unless you move now, you probably can't avoid this drinking session, my dear gang leader!"

Hearing Zhao Weike's words and seeing the smug smile on Zhao Weike's face, Sherlock finally realized that he had fallen for Zhao Weike's trick.

What the hell? A single drink can erase all grudges? Zhao Weike has set himself up in a trap! One thing leads to another, as if he's afraid he won't embarrass himself if he doesn't drink, right?

Damn it, Zhao Weike, you big-eyed assassin with thick eyebrows, instead of checking your target's family tree, you've started studying military strategy?

"Zhao Weike! You bastard, you tricked me?"

Once she realized what was happening, Sherlock immediately charged forward and started fighting with Zhao Weike. Zhao Weike, not to be outdone, grinned maliciously as he fought back and taunted Sherlock relentlessly.

"Number 56's dark history? Damn it, Sherlock, I refuse to believe I can't get more dark history than you! Prepare to die! You bastard! Watch me steal the peaches like a monkey!"

"Damn it! If you're ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless! Take this 'Seabed Moon Gazing - Exploding Hemorrhoids Dragon Claw Hand'!!"

……

When the sounds of their fight reached Helen's ears next door, where she was cooking, through the distinctive wooden houses of the U.S. side, Helen wore a helpless smile.

Well, these two guys, who are almost a hundred years old combined, are like children who haven't grown up, especially Zhao Weike. If I hadn't come up with this elaborate scheme for Zhao Weike, he would probably be whimpering in my arms every night for who knows how long.

With a slight smile, Helen concealed her achievements and continued making her breakfast, taking care of her three little ones at home. At the same time, she secretly admired her own foresight, having anticipated the battle between the two this morning and managing to keep Zhao Weike from coming home last night.

However, just as Sherlock and Zhao Weike were locked in a fierce battle, someone knocked on Sherlock's front door. The two, caught up in their fight, paid no attention to the knocking.

The man standing outside the door knocked for a long time but received no response. Instead, the sounds of fighting and cursing coming from inside the house made the man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses increasingly worried.

After thinking it over, the man finally decided not to wait any longer. He kicked open the door to Sherlock's house and saw Sherlock and Zhao Weike wrestling in the living room.