Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Although the alcoholics in the PSB circle are all scumbags, there is one thing the PSB circle does very well: almost everyone in the circle knows the identities of the members.

Moreover, ever since Sherlock, the alchemist, created the gang's leather vest in public, he had no intention of hiding his identity. As a result, no one stepped forward to stop Tony, this "uninvited guest," from taking Sherlock away.

More than any concern was for Sherlock, the regret that he hadn't been able to settle the score with the tough guy on the table.

After all, it's perfectly normal for Iron Man to come looking for the alchemist, isn't it? And judging from Iron Man's state, it's obvious that he has something to discuss with that little rascal Sherlock!

What are you worried about? You should be drinking more alcohol instead!

Tony, who had successfully dragged Sherlock out of the bar, breathed a sigh of relief. After all, aside from angry women, alcoholics are the most difficult to deal with in this world.

Fortunately, the drunkards here are the kind that are easy to deal with!

Looking at Sherlock, who was completely dazed and confused after being dragged out, Tony felt a headache coming on. All he could do was grab Sherlock's shoulders and shake him frantically, trying to make Sherlock feel more awake.

"Wake up, Sherlock! Something terrible has happened! Captain America and Natasha are wanted by S.H.I.E.L.D., and Blackie has been attacked and is missing. S.H.I.E.L.D. believes Captain America was responsible!"

Despite Tony's anxious tone, and even his somewhat rough actions stemming from his anxiety, Sherlock was already quite drunk. In response to Tony's roar, Sherlock shoved Tony aside and started vomiting rainbows in the nearby flowerbed.

"Stop shaking the hell! Captain America and Black Widow are wanted, that's normal! Because Hydra is S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"That black-haired egg is blocking the way! Hydra will naturally eliminate him! Nothing to be surprised about!"

Sherlock spoke in the most impatient tone, saying something that surprised Tony the most. Only now did Tony understand why Sherlock was so hostile to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"You already knew?"

Tony even questioned Sherlock with some disbelief. After all, if Sherlock had known about this beforehand and had spoken up, they would never be in such a passive position today, and Captain America and Black Widow would not be wanted.

"Who would believe that? I have no evidence! Besides, I've warned you countless times to stay away from S.H.I.E.L.D., haven't I?"

After vomiting so much he was dizzy and disoriented, Sherlock finally calmed down a bit and mumbled something to the guy in front of him who looked like Tony.

Honestly, the main reason Sherlock was certain the guy in front of him was Tony was the extremely classic color scheme on Tony's armor. After all, Sherlock was already dizzy and was only able to answer Tony's question thanks to Tony's rough shaking earlier.

Sherlock's rebuttal silenced Tony for a moment. Just as Sherlock said, he had subtly reminded everyone more than once to stay away from S.H.I.E.L.D., especially Captain America and Black Widow.

It was obvious that everyone just assumed it was Sherlock's personal dislike of S.H.I.E.L.D., without considering the possibility that S.H.I.E.L.D. had already been infiltrated.

Especially when the Avengers were drunk and discovered the Hydra base, if you think about it carefully at that time, it's easy to understand that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s so-called 'history' is nothing but nihilism.

However, Tony's silence did not deter Sherlock from speaking. Instead, he waved his hand impatiently at Tony and said in a rather irritable tone.

"As for where to find the captain, it's simple, just go to the captain's old training camp. I think it's near New York? I can't remember, just Google it yourself. I'm going to go have a drink now!"

If you really can't find it, go to my computer. It should have a live feed of the team leader. Analyze where he is yourself!

After saying this, Sherlock staggered back to the tavern to continue drinking. However, it was clear that Sherlock had overestimated himself. As expected, his toes tripped on the curb, causing him to fall face-first to the ground.

Sherlock never got up again during that part!

Looking at Sherlock, who was lying on the ground snoring in only his underwear, Tony felt a mixture of love and hate.

It's obvious that Sherlock probably anticipated this, but he got drunk at such a crucial moment!

Seeing Sherlock snoring on the ground, Tony thought for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Sherlock's arm and soared into the sky, flying towards the Captain's training base that Sherlock had mentioned.

What Tony completely failed to notice was that, because his takeoff was so rapid, the last piece of clothing covering Sherlock's body disappeared due to acceleration after he took off with Sherlock.

Worried that something might happen to Sherlock after Tony dragged him out, Zhao Weike, who was also quite drunk, staggered out of the bar and saw Sherlock's underwear swaying and falling from the sky.

Most importantly, the underwear landed right in front of him!

This scene instantly sobered Zhao Weike up considerably. Pointing at the pair of underwear that had fallen from the sky, he looked up at the dark sky in astonishment, and almost instinctively uttered a vulgar and inappropriate phrase from his muddled mind.

"Holy crap! Vacuum vibration! Rich people are really something else!"

After saying this, Zhao Weike realized something was wrong. He scratched his head in confusion and continued talking to himself.

"Wait, isn't Tony Sherlock's godfather? Why are they having an air-shaking incident?"

After saying that, Zhao Weike suddenly seemed to understand, clapped his hands as if he had figured something out, and ran home while frantically sending messages in the group chat on his phone.

Go tell my bullet: Shocking! Godfather's forced love, the godson powerless to resist! The two stage a romantic vacuum-like encounter!

Elf Prince (Back to Family Version): ? ? ?

Chapter 333 Sherlock, unaware that he had flown naked across most of New York City

Sherlock, who was already drunk and unconscious, was completely unaware that his remaining reputation was being relentlessly attacked by the intoxicated Zhao Weike.

The good news is that, apart from Hawkeye, no one in the group—not the drunk Sherlock, the worried Tony, or even the wanted Black Widow and Captain America—was paying any more attention to what Zhao Weike posted.

The bad news is that Zhao Weike was discovered by Helen after posting a title and dragged back home by the ear. As a result, our Brother Yan is like a melon in a melon patch, jumping up and down but unable to get a melon.

It's obvious that Brother Yan won't be able to sleep tonight. He might even have to sit up in bed in the middle of the night and curse Zhao Weike for being crazy.

It wasn't until the morning of the next day that Sherlock gradually regained his senses under the glaring sunlight. The first thing he felt upon regaining his senses was not the softness and comfort of his own bedroom bed, but rather its hardness and biting cold.

?

A huge question mark slowly appeared above Sherlock's head. When he opened his eyes and sat up groggily, he saw himself completely naked, with two leaves falling from his navel and his private parts.

???

Seeing the leaf slide down, Sherlock's question mark grew even more. He didn't even bother to check where he was; instead, he checked his own body.

My mouth has no strange smell or unusual sensation. My throat is dry, but there are no other problems. My anus has no stinging or foreign body sensation. My sphincter is still firm and elastic. I can rule out the possibility that I encountered a priest.

Of course, he didn't overlook his family heirloom, Sherlock. After a careful inspection, Sherlock confirmed that he didn't seem to have encountered any Japanese drama, which relieved him. He then started taking clothes out of his four-dimensional pocket while looking around at his surroundings.

Yes, you read that right. Because of spending so much time with the guys in the Alcoholics Club, Sherlock has even developed the habit of keeping multiple outfits in his four-dimensional pocket.

As he put on his clothes, he looked around at his surroundings, but the more he looked, the more questions arose in Sherlock's mind.

"Wait, where is this? Is this still in China? What new tricks have those scumbags come up with this time? What's this? Military camp drinking? Have these bastards never been kicked by their squad leader before? Achoo!"

Sherlock had just put on his clothes and made a few complaints when a chill rose from his buttocks, traveled up his spine to his brain, and made him sneeze.

However, this sneeze seemed to have flipped a switch, causing Sherlock to start sneezing incessantly, as expected.

After sneezing several times in a row, Sherlock, wiping his snotty nose, diagnosed himself: he had a damn cold!

Great, these bastards are not only playing fancy games now, they don't care about themselves at all anymore?

As Sherlock recalled what had happened the night before, he curled up into a ball and sat there muttering to himself. Yes, Sherlock didn't move. After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened; it had happened before when they were drinking on the mountaintop.

Sherlock had experience with this; rather than acting alone, it was safer to wait for those bastards to sober up, then count their numbers before heading back together.

The only problem is that Sherlock has absolutely no idea where he is or how he got there.

In Sherlock's memory, his last image was of him wrestling on a table with a bunch of scumbags in the club. After that, Sherlock's memory started to blur. It seemed like he was flying with his feet off the ground? Then he experienced an earthquake? And then he seemed to vomit? After that, he couldn't remember anything else.

Sherlock rubbed his head, which felt like it was about to explode from a hangover, while looking around at his surroundings, trying to recall yesterday's memories through the environment.

Hmm, an English sign. If I'm not mistaken, it should be an English-speaking country. The surrounding environment looks like an abandoned military camp. The waist-high weeds indicate that no one has been here for a long time.

Clearly, Sherlock hadn't found anything useful; instead, he was even more puzzled.

Just as Sherlock was looking around, trying to wait for another drinking buddy besides himself to tell him what had happened, a figure appeared in Sherlock's line of sight.

A figure that should absolutely not be appearing at this time.

"Achoo~ Tony? You bastard Achoo~ What are you doing here? Achoo~ Why am I here? What happened? Achoo~"

Seeing Sherlock curled up into a ball, Tony's lips twitched. He tossed the bag in his hand to Sherlock with a hint of annoyance. Sherlock took it and found that it contained hot dogs that Tony had just packed.

Without any hesitation, he began to devour his food while sneezing.

Seeing Sherlock sneeze after every few bites, Tony's lips twitched even more.

"Sherlock, how about you try using alchemy to cure your cold first?"

In response to Tony's words, Sherlock, who was eating like a hamster, rolled his eyes in annoyance before speaking to Tony.

"Don't tell me you, this peerless genius, don't know that the common cold, like cancer, is a terminal illness that can't be treated with external intervention! Medication can only relieve symptoms, not cure it; the only way to cure it is through your own immune system! And you still don't know the specific cause of a cold!"

Listening to Sherlock's complaints, Tony became a little interested. He sat down next to Sherlock, handed him a cup of coffee, and then asked Sherlock with a hint of curiosity.

"But isn't your alchemy capable of treating external injuries and drunkenness? It can even cure Helen's cancer?"

"External injuries are repaired using alchemy, while drunkenness and cancer are treated by using alchemy to remove and decompose 'foreign objects' from the body. Even terminal illnesses like cancer, if left untreated for too long, can damage one's vital energy during the removal process."

Although Helen appears to be perfectly normal, the problem was discovered too late, and by the time I removed the pregnancy tissue, Helen's vital energy had already been damaged, which is why she is still unable to conceive.

So, my wise Mr. Tony Stark, please tell me, what should a cold clear up or boost? Should it clear up the immune system itself, or risk developing ankylosing spondylitis and lupus to boost it?

After swallowing his food, Sherlock calmly addressed Tony, leaving Tony speechless. But Sherlock wasn't about to let Tony off the hook. He took a sip of coffee and continued speaking to Tony.

"Besides, I'm more concerned about where I am, why I caught a cold, and why you're here!"

Chapter 334 The Master Deceiver Tony is Online

Faced with Sherlock's questioning, Tony's expression froze. What was he supposed to say? Tell Sherlock that he had flown here with Sherlock?

And it was only after landing that she realized Sherlock was completely naked. In the end, she just found two leaves to cover Sherlock and ran to wait for Captain America and Black Widow to come over.

If Tony dared to say those words, knowing Sherlock as he did, that little rascal would definitely retaliate against him fiercely!

Not to mention that I made him catch a cold by dragging him around at night, just the fact that I dragged him around naked in the sky in the middle of the night would make this little rascal furious.

After much deliberation, Tony could only vaguely reply to Sherlock.

"This is the base where the captain used to train. You were the one who told me I could find the captain here."

Clearly, Sherlock didn't believe Tony's explanation. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tony, who was pretending to be calm, with a hint of danger as he continued to ask.

"Oh? I said that? Then can you explain why I'm lying here naked and have caught a cold?"

Faced with Sherlock's persistent questioning, Tony simply gave up and put on a speechless expression, looking at the suspicious Sherlock in front of him.

“I went to see you yesterday and told you that Captain America and Black Widow were wanted. Then you told me that Captain America would appear here. When I was about to leave, you clung to me like an octopus, shouting that you were worried about Captain America and Black Widow, and you insisted on sticking to me to go with me. What could I do?”

As for why you were completely naked? Shouldn't you ask yourself what you were doing before I dragged you out? Are you sure you were wearing anything when you came out?

Seeing Tony's exasperated state due to his speechlessness, Sherlock still suspected that it was mostly Tony's fault, but he couldn't be sure himself. After all, he had no memory of this, and he wasn't even sure what would happen to him after drinking.

"Am I really that concerned about Captain America and Black Widow?"

"Yes! Didn't you see the way you were last night? Eight out of ten sentences you sang were about your feelings for Natasha! Seriously, Sherlock, I really think you should find someone. Natasha is very beautiful, but there's too much of an age gap between you."

Sherlock: "???"

Tony became more and more confident as he spoke, while Sherlock became more and more insecure, right? Is this the right progression?