Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Once he obtains the title of family head and a seat at the high table, Zhao Weike will have no way to deal with him!

But with Sherlock around, things are different. This guy is the kind of guy who would actually dare to make a move inside the Continental Hotel!

In other words, if he used a blood pact to force Zhao Weike to make a move, the only result would be that he would also face Sherlock's pursuit at the same time as Zhao Weike made his move.

Furthermore, compared to Zhao Weike, a former assassin from the Continental Hotel who adhered to the rules of the Continental Hotel and the High Table, Sherlock is truly fearless and can hide anywhere without being caught and killed.

This means that if one actually uses the blood pact, then one's death is almost certain.

He, Santino, only wanted power and status, not to be a fool who wanted to die!

So Santino chickened out.

Having abandoned the idea of ​​forcing the former legend with a blood pact, they began to think of other ways to compete with Jaina. However, judging from the current results, it is clear that Jaina's methods far surpass those of that fool, Santino.

After all, Jaina is still alive, while Santino has probably already gone to meet God.

After listening to Jaina's story, Sherlock was filled with emotion. After all, Sherlock himself did not expect that his actions at the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles would have such a profound impact on so many subsequent events, and even unwittingly helped Old Zhao avoid a disaster.

Sherlock glanced at the blood pact in his hand, then at Zhao Weike beside him, who also looked utterly dismayed, and a wicked grin suddenly appeared on his face.

In front of Zhao Weike and Jaina, he put the blood pact in his hand into his four-dimensional pocket, ignoring the expression on Zhao Weike's face that looked like he had just swallowed a live fly that had just taken off from dung, and said to Jaina.

"Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Jaina. I think I will use this blood pact where it is needed. If Ms. Jaina is interested, you are welcome to come and watch Mr. Zhao Weike's performance of following the blood pact."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Jaina was practically bursting with laughter. Clearly, Sherlock was planning to use the blood pact to prank Zhao Weike. Night Demons rarely provide such amusement, so Jaina naturally wouldn't refuse. She nodded with a smile and said to Sherlock.

"Of course, I look forward to your invitation!"

After saying this, he didn't forget to give Zhao Weike, who had an expression that looked like he had eaten shit, a mocking look, which earned him a huge eye roll from Zhao Weike.

However, to the surprise of both of them, after teasing Zhao Weike, Sherlock changed his tone and, after putting the blood pact into his four-dimensional pocket, casually took out a cross from his four-dimensional pocket and placed it on the table, saying to Jaina.

“I can see that your relationship with Old Zhao is extraordinary, but you were able to hand over Old Zhao’s blood pact to me without the slightest hesitation. I admire your magnanimity. A friend of a friend is a friend, and I, Sherlock, never treat my friends unfairly.”

After saying this, Sherlock gently pushed the cross in front of Jaina and began to explain its purpose to her.

"Since you participated in that meeting between me and the High Table, you must be aware of the conditions I offered them, and this was one of those conditions!"

As Sherlock spoke, Jaina's breathing became heavy. She stared incredulously at the seemingly ordinary cross before her, then looked up in Sherlock's direction, as if waiting for his explanation.

Sherlock's magical alchemical items have always been famous, but one thing is clear: you'd better know how to use them when you get them, otherwise they will become a double-edged sword!

Sherlock naturally understood what Jaina was thinking and had no intention of hiding it from her, so he explained it to her.

"Gabriel's Protection! The effect is simple: it guarantees 15 minutes of absolute invincibility. Even if you stand at the center of a nuclear explosion, it won't affect your movement. During these 15 minutes, you are absolutely safe."

At the same time, within these fifteen minutes, as long as one does not die on the spot, even the most severe injuries will be completely healed within this fifteen-minute period.

Simply wear it close to your skin for fully automatic activation; no operation is required, it determines its own activation method. Of course, you can also manually activate it separately if you prefer.

As Sherlock continued his explanation, Jaina's breathing became increasingly heavy.

The effect of this seemingly ordinary cross, which had no outstanding features, far exceeded my expectations. It's no exaggeration to say that this thing was almost like a second life created by human hands.

However, to Sherlock's surprise, after a period of heavy breathing, Jaina managed to control her breathing. When she looked in Sherlock's direction again, she forcefully suppressed the desire in her eyes for the cross.

“I must say, Mr. Sherlock, what you have brought out is indeed something to be envied, but I also hope you know that I did not bring out John’s blood pact in order to get any benefits from you.”

The main reason I brought out that blood pact was simply because John and I have a very good relationship. John is my friend, and I want my friend to have a peaceful retirement. That's all.

Sherlock was torn between believing and disbelieving Jaina's statement.

It's believed that because the blood pact fell into Jaina's hands, Jaina really had no intention of using it. After all, once Sherlock was involved, the value of this thing was now almost the same as a wishing machine.

The reason for disbelief lies here: Jaina did not hand over the blood pact to Zhao Weike immediately upon receiving it, intending to use it merely as a talisman for the family.

Of course, Sherlock wouldn't care about such a small matter. At least subjectively speaking, Jaina didn't have any bad intentions towards Zhao Weike or him.

Sherlock simply smiled at Jaina's statement before speaking to her.

"Take it. Consider it payment for satisfying my curiosity. Or you can consider it the beginning of a friendship between the three of us. After all, Old Zhao doesn't have many friends, and you're one of them, aren't you?"

Chapter 663 "Rapid Pursuit"

Three days later, around noon.

In an unnamed mountain range in Austria.

Zhao Weike, dressed in a suit with a calm expression, used a tree as cover and looked through his binoculars at the 'villas in the woods' hidden on the opposite hill.

At Zhao Weike's feet, a gun with only the most basic barrel, firing locking mechanism, trigger, simple stock, bipod, and scope lay quietly on the ground, looking just like the sniper rifle from The Days of the Jackal.

Next to the gun was a lead box containing a special 7.62mm depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet manufactured by Sherlock, with increased propellant and a modified bullet head, specifically designed to fit the seemingly overly simple firearm beside it.

Beside the box, Sherlock, dressed in a sharp suit, lay on the ground with an FN57 rifle pressed against his chest, his eyes vacant, staring at the dappled shadows cast by sunlight filtering through the leaves, looking utterly exhausted.

The reason for this situation dates back to three days ago.

Three days ago, in the morning, Sherlock had a very productive meeting with the High Table, and at noon he had a friendly exchange with Jaina, the head of the Mafia.

Not only did it solve Zhao Weike's troubles, but it also solved Anna's impending troubles, and even incidentally expanded Anna and Mindy's network of contacts.

After finishing these tasks, Sherlock and Zhao Weike walked out of the coffee shop. Only then did Sherlock remember to ask Zhao Weike how far Anna and Mindy's revenge had progressed.

However, Zhao Weike's answer almost made Sherlock's eyes pop out of their sockets.

"We're almost in Europe!"

God the hell, we're almost in Europe!

The moment Sherlock heard Zhao Weike's words, he seriously suspected that he had been tricked by that bastard Zhao Weike, but Sherlock couldn't find any evidence!

It's not even close to happening yet, what the hell are you doing, acting all high and mighty while drinking in the club?

Sherlock thought his mother was about to witness those two girls stage a chaotic revenge drama the next day, so he hurriedly contacted Winston to negotiate with the High Table. It turned out that his mother's story had only just begun.

For a moment, Sherlock didn't know whether to say that Zhao Weike was well-prepared or overly cautious.

Left with no other choice, Sherlock, thinking that since they were already there, could only take Zhao Weike on a sightseeing trip in Rome while waiting for the two little girls to catch up.

After an afternoon had passed and the two had explored most of Rome, Shylock's impatience became increasingly apparent, for a simple reason.

In terms of systems, the United States is basically the epitome of all capitalist countries having reached their end; the rest are merely on their way. Therefore, in essence, they are not much different from the United States in terms of life and other aspects.

From an environmental perspective, the Mediterranean evening breeze does indeed have a unique charm, giving the whole of Italy a distinctive character.

But after looking at it for a while, it just becomes the same old thing.

It's either a stone or a relief. Without explanation, it feels like you're looking at a stone, and the stone is looking at you.

As for the food, needless to say.

Good news: Italians didn't evolve their sense of taste like John Bull did; their food actually tastes quite good.

The bad news is that Italians have a real love for corn-based pasta, tomatoes, and pizza!

Most importantly, Italian pizza doesn't have pineapple or durian! No pineapple or durian! No pineapple or durian! I have to say it three times!

Sherlock can tolerate not having durian pizza, since I don't really like durian Sherlock either, but I really can't stand not having pineapple Sherlock. Roasted pineapple is sweet and sour, and it's incomprehensible that this thing doesn't have Sherlock!

Bored out of his mind, Sherlock could only try to amuse himself and also find ways to speed up the progress of the two little girls.

So, after sunset, Sherlock called Jaina again and sincerely invited her to dinner, where they made a deal.

Sherlock and Zhao Weike help Jaina kill someone, while Jaina secretly provides Anna and Mindy with a little help, accelerating the progress of this revenge drama.

The reason for proposing such a deal was partly due to Sherlock's agreement with the High Table, which prevented him and Zhao Weike from directly helping Anna and Mindy, and partly because Sherlock was getting a bit too bored.

When people are bored, they tend to overthink.

In Sherlock's plan, after Jaina gives the target, Sherlock and Zhao Weike should stage a 'rapid pursuit' just like when they dealt with Tarasov and his son.

He should be wearing a suit, holding a gun, firing two shots at the barrel and one at the head as he charges into the enemy's encirclement, then executing the enemy at close range, and before pulling the trigger on the target, he should say something very sophisticated like, "Night Demon sends his regards on behalf of so-and-so."

After executing the target, strike out gracefully and disappear into the vast crowd. The whole mission should have the cool and stylish feel of a high-speed chase, killing one person every ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles!

Therefore, after obtaining the target given by Jaina, Sherlock excitedly used his alchemy to make two vibranium-blend bulletproof suits for Zhao Weike and himself.

Each of them was equipped with a 9mm TTIG Glock 34 pistol, specifically for dealing with unprotected targets, and an FN57, specifically for dealing with protected targets. They were even equipped with quick-draw holsters under their armpits and hundreds of rounds of ammunition.

This equipment is even more luxurious than the gear Zhao Weike had when he was an assassin at a hotel in mainland China.

Zhao Weike naturally understood what Sherlock wanted to do, but unfortunately, he didn't indulge Sherlock at all and silently equipped himself with all the equipment Sherlock had prepared.

She pulled Sherlock into the vehicle provided by Jaina and drove towards their target location, Austria.

After spending the night traveling to Austria and resting for a morning, Zhao Weike led Sherlock to begin investigating, or rather, scouting, based on intelligence in the afternoon.

After the sun set again, Zhao Weike led Sherlock back to their resting place and handed him a set of blueprints.

That's right, it's the blueprint for the sniper rifle that was placed at Zhao Weike's feet at the beginning.

When Sherlock saw the sniper rifle on the blueprint, he had a bad feeling, but he kept reassuring himself.

What if? What if this is just a backup plan?

However, when Zhao Weike brought Sherlock to the sniping spot early on the third day, Sherlock's heart sank completely.

No, it was supposed to be a high-speed chase, how the hell did it turn into a life of jackals?

You're supposed to be the infamous Night Demon! Shouldn't you be charging in, shooting two in the body and one in the head, killing everyone and everything in your path, just shooting your way in and taking down your targets? What the hell are you doing, using a sniper rifle?

Is that correct?

Chapter 664 Chinese-style Sniping

Looking at Sherlock lying on the ground looking like a lazy bum, Zhao Weike knew this little rascal so well that he could guess what the little rascal was thinking even if he stepped on his back.

After letting out a helpless sigh, Zhao Weike put down his binoculars and patiently explained to Sherlock.

"Stop doing this. Although this is a 'deal' between you and Jaina, we can't cause trouble for Jaina, can we?"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock glanced at Zhao Weike with his eyes as dull as a salted fish, said nothing, and then turned his gaze back to the dappled shadows of the trees above, his eyes becoming empty again.

It's obvious that if Zhao Weike can't give a clear answer today, there's absolutely no way he'll be able to appease Sherlock.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Weike could only put down his binoculars and sit on the ground, leaning against the large tree he had been using as cover, to explain to Sherlock.

“I know you want a thrilling gunfight, but Sherlock, don’t forget, I’m still ‘retired’ right now.”

My fighting style was too obvious at the Continental Hotel. If the High Table group found out that I had picked up a gun again, it could very well affect those two girls, whether it was a transaction or a mission.

After all, compared to you and me, these two young girls have far too shallow a foundation, both within and outside the assassin system of the Mainland Hotel.