Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

In particular, there was a guy codenamed Red Hearts 6, affectionately called "Old Six" by his teammates. This guy seemed to be a fan of indescribable culture. When he was brought to the base, he was both excited and scared, and he trembled like a leaf on the spot.

He even kept reciting various monster files to his teammates, as if he had finally figured out the truth of the world.

The funniest thing was his expression when he found out that what he was seeing was fake, and that Sherlock had been listed as the 001st containment object.

In other people's words, they would remember the expression on Lao Liu's face for the rest of their lives!

Throughout the flight, Sherlock was laughing so hard he was practically screaming like a pig in the airplane cabin, almost rolling on the floor clutching his stomach.

Of course, Sherlock didn't show favoritism and told them many embarrassing stories about the Avengers, so that the originally long and boring journey was filled with laughter throughout the airplane cabin.

As we all know, time flies when you're bragging.

Before the group of young men could finish their boasting, the navigator in the cockpit of the plane came out and interrupted their conversation.

"Gentlemen, although I am quite interested in the boasts you just made, unfortunately, you've reached your stop!"

After saying this, the navigator opened the cabin door a crack large enough for one person to pass through, and then addressed everyone.

"The cockpit doors cannot be open for too long. We are under the surveillance of other countries' radar the entire time. After you parachute out, open your parachutes at low altitude and try your best to avoid being detected by enemy radar!"

After saying this, the navigator paused, then forced a smile and said to them in a low voice.

"Although I know we may never see each other again, I sincerely hope you can get home safely!"

After hearing the navigator's words, the young men with red right hands looked at each other, smiled at the navigator, patted him on the shoulder one by one, and jumped off.

Sherlock was placed last.

After everyone had jumped out, Sherlock went to the navigator, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, brother, with me, the ultimate demon king, protecting you, let alone everyone going home, even if anyone suffers a serious injury, it'll be considered a disaster!"

After saying this, Sherlock decisively rushed out of the open hatch, so fast and so determined that even the navigator couldn't stop him.

Even after Sherlock's figure disappeared into the cabin, the navigator maintained the gesture of one hand reaching out towards Sherlock as he rushed out of the cabin, almost bursting into tears.

After a while, a roar finally echoed throughout the cabin.

"No way! You didn't bring a parachute?!?"

Along with the roar came the sound of the hatch closing automatically and the navigator's footsteps as he rushed towards the cockpit.

This is fucking top-tier Demon Lord Guardian! I've never seen a Demon Lord Guardian jump out of the sky without a parachute!!!

Sherlock was naturally unaware of the psychological impact his actions had on the navigator. After jumping out of the plane, a burst of fine, scarlet lightning suddenly appeared on Sherlock's body.

As the crimson lightning flashed across Sherlock's body, his combat suit transformed into a wingsuit almost instantly, carrying him steadily forward through the air.

Meanwhile, the members of the Red Right Hand Squad had already deployed their parachutes and were slowly gliding toward their designated landing site.

However, the next second, Sherlock's wingsuit, which had adjusted his landing trajectory using the wingsuit, instantly transformed back into his original training uniform. The moment the wingsuit disappeared, Sherlock, like a cannonball, hurtled straight down towards the landing point.

The entire Red Right Squad watched helplessly as Sherlock crashed into the landing site like a cannonball and disappeared from their sight.

"Captain... Captain, what's wrong with 001?"

The sixth brother, who had just been ridiculed in the cabin, asked the King of Hearts in the team's communication channel in a trembling voice. Unfortunately, even the King of Hearts could not answer the sixth brother's question.

After all, from an ordinary person's perspective, given the speed at which Sherlock descended, even with a parachute, Sherlock would have been dead. Moreover, they didn't even see Sherlock deploy his parachute the entire time.

The problem is that Sherlock is not an ordinary person; they have read Sherlock's records and know that he is extraordinary.

But even though he's not an ordinary person, the way Sherlock jumped without a parachute was something that even King of Hearts had never seen before. How could he possibly know what was going on with Sherlock?

Just as everyone was wondering, Sherlock's voice finally came through the communication.

"What could possibly happen to me? Isn't this standard procedure? Captain America would jump off a building with just a manhole cover in his hand, Thor never uses a parachute, and Tony would jump off a plane without activating his thrusters while wearing his armor."

For superhumans, parachuting without a parachute is no big deal! You guys better come down quickly, stop floating in the air, or you'll get spotted!

Sherlock paused slightly at this point before adding another sentence in the communication.

"Oh, by the way, I suggest you don't imitate this!"

Red Right Hand: ...

What the hell is this imitation?! That's called jumping off a building! That's called courting death! Who would be so bored as to try and deliver a Leo kick to Earth from 10,000 meters in the air? That's called being insane! But then again, damn, isn't this guy's fate a bit too strong?

Chapter 638 Doraemon's Food Tablecloth

After the Red Right Hand Squad landed and assembled at the rendezvous point, they saw Sherlock squatting alone next to the rendezvous point, holding an electric baton that appeared out of nowhere and using it to shock a toad.

Sherlock pokes the toad with his electric baton, and the toad kicks and jumps. He pokes it again, and it jumps again...

The members of the Red Right Hand Squad watched this scene with their mouths twitching non-stop. After all, they had done almost everything Sherlock was doing.

Of course, compared to Sherlock, their fate was far more tragic—they were simply promoted on the spot.

In the end, the King of Hearts couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to snatch the stun gun from Sherlock's hand, freeing the toad that Sherlock had almost ruined.

Looking at the stun baton in his hand and then at Sherlock's bored expression, King of Hearts felt more helpless than ever before. He casually tossed the stun baton to his teammate behind him, then took out a mobile phone-sized terminal, looked at it for a while, and then spoke to everyone.

"Hide everything well, we'll meet up in ten minutes and then we're on our way!"

After saying that, he grabbed Sherlock's arm and lifted him up from the ground. He rolled his eyes at Sherlock before speaking to him.

"You'll be following me later!"

After saying that, the King of Hearts turned around and ran to pack his things.

Sherlock didn't have any particular thoughts. After checking his own equipment, he shrugged and followed behind Red Heart K. After watching the others hide their parachutes, he started heading towards their destination.

Two full hours later.

Sherlock went from following behind the leader of Hearts with a relaxed expression to being carried at the back of the group by two people, panting like a dead dog that could hardly breathe, all in just two hours.

It's no wonder Sherlock reacted this way; reality is just too harsh.

Logically speaking, Sherlock's physical strength is not bad; at least it is much better than when he was on the verge of sudden death and in poor health in his previous life as a beast of burden.

However, compared to the group of guys in front of him who had fought their way through all sorts of training, Sherlock was definitely a weakling. After all, the physical training in the Chinese army was among the best in the world, and the closer the unit was to the front line, the more intense the physical training became.

As for the armed police who are always on the front line of counter-terrorism and stability maintenance, they are all physically immortalized, so strong that people might even wonder if they are body cultivators from a novel.

Furthermore, the sun had already set, the light was insufficient, and they were in the complete wilderness, devoid of any signs of human habitation. To be honest, the fact that Sherlock could endure for two hours was already beyond everyone's expectations, especially considering the circumstances.

It's important to understand that two hours of marching in the wilderness is a completely different concept from walking for two hours on a wide, bright, and flat asphalt road!

Seeing that Sherlock was almost exhausted, the King of Hearts finally sighed helplessly and gave the order to rest.

Seriously, when Sherlock heard the word "rest," he looked at the King of Hearts as if he were seeing his own father. He collapsed like a noodle, lying on the ground and refusing to get up.

Sherlock originally had a strong COD filter for special operations, and even felt that so-called special operations should be like Squad 141, tense, exciting, and shuttling through a hail of bullets.

However, after two hours of travel, Sherlock had completely lost his fascination with the so-called special operations.

The reality is that 80% of a special forces team's mission may be spent traveling, with less than 20% actually being combat time! No wonder the first test for selection within the military is physical fitness; you really can't get promoted if you don't have good physical fitness!

Sherlock lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting for a while, before finally managing to sit up. He looked around at the members of the Red Right Squad, who were either leaning against trees or sitting on the ground, munching on energy bars.

One of the team members even thoughtfully tossed Sherlock an energy bar when he sat up.

Sherlock looked at the energy bar in his hand with disgust.

After thinking for a moment, Sherlock, under the puzzled gaze of the King of Hearts, decisively pulled a tablecloth from his four-dimensional pocket and laid it on the ground.

After laying out the tablecloth, Sherlock thought for a moment and then spoke directly to it.

"Japanese-style pork cartilage ramen! Extra pork cartilage, and the broth should be tonkotsu broth!"

As Sherlock finished speaking, a bowl of ramen appeared on the tablecloth, perfectly prepared according to Sherlock's request, and even steaming hot! Chopsticks were even thoughtfully provided for Sherlock.

Sherlock, of course, didn't hold back. He picked up the ramen and began to slurp it down in a frenzy, completely ignoring the horrified looks on everyone's faces from Red Right Hand.

Listening to Sherlock slurping his noodles, smelling the rich aroma in the air, and looking at the energy bar in their own hands, everyone in Red Right Hand felt a sense of misfortune.

The King of Hearts was at a loss for words. Sherlock, on the other hand, after finishing a large bowl of ramen with satisfaction, casually threw the bowl away, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and then asked everyone in confusion.

"Why are you looking at me? Ordering food? Haven't you ever seen a food tablecloth from Doraemon?"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, everyone's attention turned to the King of Hearts.

After being stared at with those longing eyes by her teammates for a while, the King of Hearts sighed helplessly and waved her hand irritably at her team members.

"No drinking!"

As soon as the King of Hearts finished speaking, the entire Red Right Hand Squad cheered and gathered around the food tablecloth that Sherlock had brought out to order.

As for Sherlock?

Sherlock quietly stepped away from the food tablecloth, strolled over to the King of Hearts like an old man taking a walk after dinner, patted the King of Hearts on the shoulder, and then said to the King of Hearts with a smile.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you going upstairs to get something to eat?"

After Sherlock's words, the King of Hearts rolled his eyes at Sherlock, slapped Sherlock's hand off his shoulder, and then spoke to Sherlock.

"Honestly, if there really is something unspeakable, I think they would definitely try every means to take you in!"

After a pause, Hearts K seemed to be talking to herself as she walked towards the food tablecloth, muttering complaints as she did so.

"Isn't this thing about alchemy? What kind of hellish equivalent exchange is this? Air for bread? This is like encountering a ghost! Will it really turn into a nightmare like in Journey to the West, where you end up with a belly full of stones?"

Sherlock: ...

Chapter 639 The Avengers are truly remarkable for to tolerate such a thing!

"You arrogant jerk!"

Sherlock watched the King of Hearts muttering to himself as he walked away, and in a fit of annoyance, he raised a middle finger and unceremoniously mocked him.

God the hell turned stone!

God knows how many brain cells I used to come up with this food-themed tablecloth so that I wouldn't be tormented by those damn white foodies when I'm on missions!

Sherlock used all those bottles and jars that Laozi gave away with his alchemy furnace on this gourmet tablecloth!

That's right, although the entire food tablecloth looks very magical, its principle actually has nothing to do with alchemy. Sherlock filled all kinds of ingredients, seasonings and tableware with the bottles and jars with the best preservation ability given to him by Laozi.

The categories are even divided in great detail, and finally these bottles and jars are linked together with the food tablecloth that looks as thick as a Persian carpet.

To put it simply, the so-called gourmet tablecloth is nothing more than a fully automated cooking robot. After you order, it takes ingredients from a series of connected bottles and jars, cooks them, and then displays the food.

It's just a little bit faster; the principle is as simple as the food processors used in some restaurants!