Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Upon hearing Vig's words, Yosef was stunned for a long time. He was terrified that his father, his only lifeline, would abandon him. He could only cling tightly to Vig's pants and press him for answers.

"Father, what about you?"

Upon hearing his foolish son's question, Vig was almost unable to contain his anger and could only stare coldly at his stupid son.

“Go back to New York! Try negotiating with Zhao Weike and the people behind him! Try dancing on the edge of life and death to save you, you idiot!”

Chapter 79 Increasingly Complicated Matters

While Viggo was still dealing with his foolish son, back in New York, Sherlock and Zhao Weike had already begun their killing spree.

After Sherlock declared war on Vig via his phone, he casually hung up the phone and tossed it back to Zhao Weike under Zhao's somewhat helpless gaze. Standing at the entrance of the Continental Hotel, Sherlock's armor instantly appeared beneath his suit.

Despite his face being covered by a mask, Sherlock still raised an eyebrow at Zhao Weike.

"Are you ready, my dear Mr. Night Demon?"

Although Zhao Weike couldn't see Sherlock's expression, his understanding of Sherlock after so many years of getting along, combined with Sherlock's cheeky tone when he said those words, still made Zhao Weike feel warm.

"Thank you."

Zhao Weike whispered something to Sherlock, but his voice was so soft it was almost indistinguishable from a mosquito's buzz.

Even so, Sherlock heard Zhao Weike's words, and his smile under the mask widened. He stepped forward and stood in front of Zhao Weike, forcefully pulling the bolt of his P90 submachine gun.

Zhao Weike understood Sherlock's meaning the moment Sherlock made his move. He also pulled the bolt of his HK416, then placed his left hand on Sherlock's shoulder and gently patted her shoulder while maintaining his gun-raising posture.

Sensing the signal from Zhao Weike behind him, Sherlock didn't hesitate for a moment and kicked open the door of the Continental Hotel in New York, stepping out.

Just as Sherlock had predicted, the moment the two stepped out the door, countless bullets hurtled towards them, only to shatter into pieces the instant they touched Sherlock's armor.

“12点4人，10点2人，3点一人！”

With the protection of his armor, Sherlock quickly reported the enemy's positions. Before he could even finish speaking, his P90 began to roar, and with a burst of muzzle flash, 5.7mm armor-piercing rounds flew toward the four people standing directly opposite him.

Meanwhile, Zhao Weike was not idle either. Hiding behind Sherlock, Zhao Weike immediately turned towards the person at the 3 o'clock position as soon as he heard Sherlock call out the location.

Under normal circumstances, such a location is usually where a sniper rifle is located. Sherlock's firepower cannot cover the range of a sniper rifle. Moreover, even if it could, Sherlock's marksmanship would be unlikely to hit him.

Therefore, Zhao Weike immediately eliminated the sniper who posed the greatest threat to him, and then quickly turned around to attack the two people at the 10 o'clock position.

With Zhao Weike's marksmanship, he fired only three shots, and the 5.6mm bullets almost simultaneously and mercilessly pierced the foreheads of the three men who were trying to ambush him from the side.

Compared to Zhao Weike's almost artistic maneuvers, Sherlock's actions seemed very down-to-earth.

Since Sherlock pulled the trigger, he hadn't let go of the P90 submachine gun in his hand. With a full 50 rounds of ammunition, the four people in front of him were riddled with bullets by Sherlock.

The battle was over in less than a few breaths, leaving the entrance to the Continental Hotel in a mess, riddled with shell casings and bullet holes.

After casually changing a magazine, Sherlock looked around to make sure there was no danger. Then he shook his body, and as he did so, some metal fragments quickly fell out of his clothes.

Seeing Sherlock's actions, Zhao Weike was speechless and somewhat helpless.

Just as Winston said, under the armor, Sherlock is absolutely the nemesis of any assassin, and truly deserves the title of 'excellent assassin'.

After all, it's Sherlock who kills others, and others can't do anything to him, so isn't that what makes him an excellent assassin?

After sighing, Zhao Weike then spoke to Sherlock.

"Let's go! It's time to settle the score."

After saying that, Zhao Weike walked towards Sherlock's Raptor. Sherlock shook the bullet fragments out of his clothes, shrugged indifferently, and followed Zhao Weike toward his Raptor.

After the two got into the car and the door closed, Zhao Weike, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had just pressed the start button when a burst of flames erupted from the chassis of Sherlock's Raptor.

With a deafening explosion, Sherlock's raptor was blasted into the sky by the force of the blast, but due to its own weight, it quickly crashed back down to the ground, still engulfed in flames.

Fortunately, thanks to Tony's crazy modifications, Sherlock's Raptor, although it still looks like an ordinary pickup truck, is actually equipped with a real tank configuration.

Although the explosion did not injure either of them, and even Sherlock's Raptor was undamaged, the two inside were still terrified by the sudden turn of events.

Zhao Weike, in particular, gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter, and his pale face slowly regained some color as he turned to look in Sherlock's direction.

"Tell me, are the modifications you made to Helen's Cadillac Escalade the same as the ones you made to your current car?"

Having been forced to experience the bumpy ride, Sherlock's face still looked somewhat unwell. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Zhao Weike before speaking in a trembling voice.

"It wasn't me! This is Tony's modification!"

After hearing Sherlock's words, Zhao Weike remained silent for a long while before his face hardened with murderous intent as he spoke to Sherlock.

"Regardless, I know Vig is in big trouble! This has gone beyond the limits of the rules!"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock's fear instantly turned into anger. He ignored Zhao Weike's words, took out his phone, searched through his contacts, and made a call.

"The Arbitrators? Hmm? You know? Okay, thanks for your help. See you later!"

After saying this in a rambling, disjointed way, Sherlock hung up the phone and turned to look at Zhao Weike, saying something to him.

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"

"good news!"

As Zhao Weike restarted the vehicle, he spoke to Sherlock.

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock smiled knowingly and said to Zhao Weike.

"The High Table is aware of the war between us and Vig and has already reacted by refusing to allow you, me, or any members of the Vig family to stay at the Continental Hotel from now on until the war ends."

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Zhao Weike did not continue to ask questions, but instead fell silent.

There was no need to ask about the so-called bad news anymore. As a former assassin who worked for the Mainland Hotel, Zhao Weike knew the style of the Mainland Hotel, or rather, the High Table, all too well.

Given Sherlock's and his own status, the High Table would never simply allow, or even secretly instigate, the war.

There is only one explanation.

After Sherlock and himself declared war on the Tarasov family, someone orchestrated this behind the scenes, which led to the High Table's involvement.

Simply put, he and Sherlock inexplicably became other people's pawns!

Chapter 80 Coming to the Door

Although the two of them inexplicably became pawns in someone else's schemes, it might not necessarily be a bad thing for them.

At least now that the Continental Hotel has rejected the Tarasov family, the two of them no longer need to worry about the hotel's annoying rules.

If that's the case, then this 'war' will truly become a war, and in a war, both sides will stop at nothing to kill the other. Under such circumstances, the bomb just now suddenly becomes reasonable.

However, this may not be a bad thing for Sherlock. With more weapons available to his opponents, it also means that Sherlock doesn't have to follow any 'rules' anymore.

In this light, it's possible that the High Table was trying to probe Sherlock's true intentions.

However, for the time being, none of this has anything to do with Sherlock or Zhao Weike.

In any case, the Tarasov family was once Zhao Weike's former employer, and Vig was Zhao Weike's former boss, so it was not difficult for Zhao Weike to find Vig's manor in New York.

This time, however, when Zhao Weike parked the car at the entrance of the manor, Sherlock dared not leave his beloved car parked outside like that again.

After decisively storing his car in a space capsule, Sherlock donned his armor once more, and together with Zhao Weike, armed with weapons, they stormed into the manor through the front gate.

Vig's estate is undoubtedly much smaller than Obadiah's, and not as luxurious, but it is still much larger than an average estate.

Moreover, because of Zhao Weike's initial phone call, Vig's manor was already 'overcrowded'.

Sherlock was once again at the forefront, with Zhao Weike using the armored Sherlock as cover while firing. Sherlock also fulfilled his responsibility as the 'vanguard' very well.

The P90 in his hand flashed with crimson lightning from beginning to end, and coupled with the red light flashing in Sherlock's eyes, the P90's roar had never stopped since he entered the manor.

Sherlock and Zhao Weike entered the manor house when the entire barrel turned red and even sparks flew. Sherlock then casually used alchemy to disassemble his P90 and took out his 5.7 caliber Glock.

Compared to Zhao Weike's flashy Mozambican shooting technique and his agility honed through countless battles, Sherlock was just a greenhorn, getting shot in the head and then in the body.

Zhao Weike could take down three or four enemies in a second, while Sherlock would need three or four seconds to take down one.

Sherlock's combat talent, fighting skills, and even shooting skills are all inferior to Zhao Weike's, making it easy to see that Sherlock is making a clumsy imitation of Zhao Weike.

Yet, it was precisely this greenhorn who, with the armor he wore, killed people at a speed far exceeding that of Zhao Weike.

The two fought their way from the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the third floor, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find Vigor.

Gradually, both Zhao Weike and Sherlock sensed that something was wrong. Finally, the two of them managed to corner a minor leader of the Tarasov family in Vig's office.

Through this underling, the two learned that Vig had not returned after leaving home yesterday!

Zhao Weike's Mustang is now parked peacefully in the underground garage, and has even been specially serviced.

As for where Vig went, unfortunately, the small-time leader in front of him didn't know.

He didn't even know where Joseph was; he was just following Vig's instructions to bring people to guard the manor.

The leader wasn't lying about this, or rather, there aren't many people who can lie to both Sherlock and Zhao Weike at the same time. Zhao Weike could tell at a glance whether the leader was telling the truth or not.

After learning about the situation, both Sherlock and Zhao Weike were speechless for a moment.

The war has begun, and damn it, the enemy leader has run away!

What the hell is the difference between this and the French? The first thing they did when the battle started was for the high command to flee, then the middle command to surrender, and finally the high command to announce the establishment of a government-in-exile to show that they hadn't been destroyed, right?

Sherlock didn't understand, Sherlock was deeply shocked.

Fortunately, Zhao Weike was very skilled at handling such matters. Seeing that Vig was indeed not there, Zhao Weike lost interest in continuing and instead began to press Vig on how to lure him out.

This question was clearly a bit too much for the petty boss who hadn't even graduated high school, but when Zhao Weike pressed the pistol against the boss's head, under the threat of death, the boss finally revealed some useful information.

There is an Orthodox church in the suburbs of New York. A large portion of Viggo's assets are concentrated in that Orthodox church, where they are then classified and laundered.

That was also the most likely place for Vig to hide, since such a place was considered the most closely guarded secret within the Tarasov family.

Upon hearing this news, Zhao Weike shot and killed the small-time leader almost without hesitation, and then told Sherlock to leave.

Sherlock had no objection to this, but as he left, he casually slipped an alchemical bomb into each of the rooms he passed.

After arriving at the underground parking garage, Zhao Weike checked his Mustang and found no problems. Only then did Sherlock use a space capsule to store Zhao Weike's precious horse.

Instead of continuing to drive Sherlock's Raptor, the two randomly picked a car on the road, inspected it, and then drove directly to the Orthodox church at the address given by the small leader.

It must be said that Viggo's methods for establishing himself in New York are quite remarkable.

It's important to understand that while the United States may appear peaceful, the reality is that every street, big or small, is home to its own gangs. Almost every gang has its own territory, and it's perfectly normal for gangs to fight over territory every day.

This is especially true in big cities like New York, which are known as "money pits".

Under such circumstances, Vig was able to secretly set up a laundering point for his assets in a church far away from his gang's territory. This alone is enough to show that the Tarasov family is not simple.