American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

Chapter 104 Don't touch it! It's a tonic!

Although he encountered an Asgardian who had lived in seclusion on Earth, the person neither caused trouble nor had lived peacefully for many years. Jon naturally had no habit of disturbing others, and he quickly put this little incident behind him.

Back at the Norwegian base, Jon Snow randomly chose a simple room and went to sleep.

In his dream, he once again arrived in that strangely familiar dream world where golden clouds floated.

"Not again?" Jon, still fully conscious, rolled his eyes.

He'd been having this dream frequently lately, and he'd already figured out how to leave this place—

That is.

"Hey!"

Jon yelled and gave the middle finger to the saint wearing the crown of thorns, then woke up from his dream a second later.

"Hiss—it's still the same." Jon rubbed his temples and sat up. "I'm about to throw up from this dream."

He stared at his right hand, feeling the faint pulse emanating from the saint's remains.

He could clearly sense the resonance of a spiritual connection, something was being conceived within it.

There is no doubt that the saint's remains are giving birth to a new Stand or ability, and the recent frequent dreams are a sign of this!

The bedroom door was suddenly kicked open, and Coulson stumbled and fell in.

"Phil?" Jon snapped to attention, rushing forward to support him. "The base has been hacked? Was it Hydra?"

"No..." Coulson grabbed his arm, "It's Blade... he's being controlled by the cane..."

"What kind of cane?"

Before he could finish speaking, Daofeng, blinded by rage, burst through the door.

"Eric," Jon said, raising his hands without any intention of attacking, "we're friends, right?"

"Of course," Blade said with a ferocious grin, "but I won't hold back when it's time to beat you up."

The next second, the vampire hunter, who had lost his mind, threw a punch and simultaneously brought down his cane.

"Does it have to be this way?" Hearing the two whooshing sounds, Jon's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Looks like I need to help you wake up."

"Star Platinum!"

"Euro!"

Star Platinum's arms extended from behind Jon, precisely catching the trajectory of the blade's attack.

Just as the fist and cane were about to strike, Platinum Star's iron fist struck first with a "Ora!"

Platinum Star's powerful punch landed precisely on Blade's rugged face.

That punch cleared his eyes a little.

Before Eric could fully regain his senses, Platinum Star's second punch came right after him.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan, Blade threw his head back, blood slowly trickling down his nose. Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

"So..." Jon turned to look at Coulson, who was struggling to his feet, "What on earth happened?"

"It's that cane." Coulson wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Item number 084 that we recovered during our mission."

"Item 084?" Jon looked down at the stick at his feet, raising an eyebrow. "This mission actually includes 084? This thing?"

"Yes, that's it."

Coulson walked over, kicked the cane away from Blade's hand with his toe, and then explained the whole story to Jon.

Initially, they followed clues from Norse mythology to investigate, but ended up accidentally dismantling a cult's hideout.

Blade and Coulson thought the enemy was just a rabble of homeless people, armed with nothing more than wooden sticks, and there was no need to call for backup. They simply charged in.

Jon Snow thought to himself: "The Norwegian Beggars' Guild? Everyone's got a stick? Fine."

After clearing out the cultists, the two discovered a deciphered mythological record on a blackboard.

Legend has it that a berserker from Asgard broke his weapon into three pieces and buried them in three different places.

Those who possess weapons gain great power.

"This is one of them," Coulson said, tapping the cane with his toe. "One of the fragments of that berserker's weapon."

"Hmm..." Jon squatted down and examined it carefully.

Thanks to his previous experience of being blessed by Odin in the west, he had studied runes and quickly confirmed the origin of the staff.

"It is indeed an Asgardian weapon." He nodded, then frowned. "But why did Eric lose control?"

"Well..." Coulson recalled, "We wore gloves throughout the mission, and there were no problems at the beginning."

"But after returning to base, Eric said he understood runes and arrangements, so he wanted to study them, but as soon as he picked them up..."

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"Alright, that's enough." Jon raised his hand to interrupt. "I've witnessed what happened next with my own eyes."

He stared at the cane, then suddenly remembered something, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You might not believe it, but today the captain and I ran into an Asgardian."

So Jon also briefly recounted his experiences.

"What?" Coulson's expression was subtle after hearing Jon's story. "As expected, you always manage to create some new trouble for Fury."

"However, since he's a reclusive Asgardian..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Should we inform Thor?"

"Thor?" Jon looked at him like he was an idiot. "How do you plan to contact him? By email?"

"Yeah, right." Coulson pulled a crumpled note from his pocket. "He did seem to leave me an email address before he left..."

"You think Asgard has Wi-Fi? And computers?" Jon rolled his eyes, speechless. "I bet ten dollars that this email account belongs to Jane Foster."

"Uh, okay, that makes sense." Coulson realized what he meant and nodded, but then his expression suddenly changed drastically. "Wait! Captain! Don't touch that—"

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"What are you doing? Why are you making such a commotion?"

Steve, who had just woken up, walked over rubbing his temples and kicked his cane on the ground.

He looked down for two seconds, hesitated for a moment, and then bent down to pick it up.

"What is this?"

"Well!"

Instantly, the captain's body stiffened, he let out a muffled groan, and involuntarily closed his eyes.

Countless painful memories from the past surged back like a tide, and anger grew wildly with the help of the cane.

"Ah—! Damn it!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his face contorted with rage. Captain America was furious, truly furious!

"Another one." Jon laughed in exasperation, then turned to Coulson and asked expressionlessly, "Can I beat him up?"

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Before Coulson could answer, the berserk captain had already charged over.

"StarPlatinum," Jon Snow said casually, not even bothering to turn his head.

"Euro!"

Star Platinum unleashed a punch, and Captain America instantly transformed into a graceful parabola, landing precisely beside the blade and falling peacefully asleep.

"I've had enough." Jon put on his gloves, picked up his cane with his toe, and said, "Have Sam seal this thing away and officially file it as 084."

"When Fury wakes up, tell him—this broken stick is extremely dangerous, it would be best to use the slingshot base to launch it into space."

"Understood." Coulson nodded instinctively, then suddenly realized, "Wait, I have higher authority than you! How did you get orders from me?!"

"Phil," Jon patted him on the shoulder and teased, "Even if you become the director, you'll still have to obey Lord Jon's orders."

"If I become the director, the first thing I'll do is fire you," Coulson gritted his teeth. "Fire you as an advisor!"

Phil Coulson.

Fury's voice came from behind him, sending a chill down Coulson's spine.

"How come I didn't know... you're preparing to take over as bureau chief?"