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

Chapter 105 Another wonderful combination has been achieved.

Upon seeing Fury awake, Coulson quickly adjusted his demeanor and suppressed his smile.

"Sir, item 084 has been successfully recovered."

"Hmm." Fury nodded casually, patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, stop pretending, there's no one else here."

"Sir." Coulson remained standing straight, his expression serious, unmoved by Fury's words.

"All right."

Fury sighed helplessly, turning his gaze to the stick on the table as if it were a toy.

"This is the weapon? It looks like a stick, tsk."

"In fact, it's just a stick," Jon said dismissively, arms crossed. "I've checked it; it has no special functions other than making people angry and increasing their strength."

"Hmm." Fury nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two burly men lying on the ground. "So, can anyone explain what happened here?"

"Are these two old men drunk? Hmm? They're sleeping so soundly?"

"Simply put, they've both gone mad," Jon said, pointing seriously at the stick. "To bring them to their senses, Star Platinum punched each of them."

"Platinum Star's fist, is that it?" Fury raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you did hold back."

He had already sent people to investigate Jon Snow's Stand's strength, and he knew better than anyone how terrifying Star Platinum was.

A 30mm thick steel plate can be easily penetrated, and no matter how strong the two people on the ground are, they can't be harder than steel.

"Of course I held back," Jon shrugged. "I'm not one to go all out, you all know that."

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Fury and Coulson exchanged a glance, both of them understanding each other without saying a word.

They knew Jon's character well, even though he didn't seem like a nice guy.

But can someone who is so gentle with his enemies really be a bad person?

As experienced top agents, they have seen too many disguises; no matter how superb the acting skills, they cannot escape their eyes.

But in Fury's view, Jon was full of weaknesses, especially in combat. If he were an ordinary person, Fury felt he could easily take on five of them.

Unfortunately, he wasn't; the malevolent spirit beside Jon Snow would protect him around the clock.

Anyone who tries to harm Jon Snow will inevitably face the punches of Star Platinum.

"Alright, let's leave it at that." Fury closed the box containing the stick. "I'll send someone to the slingshot base tomorrow."

"Sir," Coulson reminded him, "according to the records, there are two more sections left. Do we need them?"

"Hmm, whatever." Fury's reaction was very indifferent.

In his opinion, this stick wouldn't cause any trouble. If Jon hadn't insisted on sending it into space, he would have even melted it down for research.

It's fair to say that they each have their own perspectives.

"It's getting late." Jon pulled out his phone and waved it in front of them. "I need to make a call, or someone will get angry."

Seeing the smile on Jon's lips, Fury and Coulson exchanged a helpless look.

As agents, they are generally committed to maintaining world peace, but what about Jon? He clearly has other priorities.

"The analysis report is correct," Coulson said in a low voice, winking at Fury. "Jon's mental state has indeed improved considerably."

"Duh," Fury rolled his eyes. "He already has a girlfriend. By the way, Coulson, didn't you just break up?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Coulson's face, and he gave an awkward laugh.

"Sigh," Fury patted him on the shoulder and began to offer empty promises, "Hang in there for another six months. If you can hold on, I'll give you a whole year's vacation."

"Really?" Coulson's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Does the lord mean what he says?"

"Keep your word."

Fury nodded; he figured he could always find other reasons to keep Coulson working.

"By the way, tell Sam to prepare the Quinjet. We need to take these old men back. Thanks for your hard work, Agent Coulson."

Ultimately, Fury, a man even more suspicious than Cao Cao, had very few subordinates he could completely trust—you could count them on one hand.

He believed that since Coulson was the person he trusted most, he should make the most of him and use him to the fullest.

"Yes, sir!"

Coulson was full of energy as he made arrangements for his return trip.

Even though everyone knows perfectly well that it's an empty promise, sometimes this unspoken understanding makes the work more interesting.

And so, Jon, who was on the phone, and the two Sleeping Beauties on the ground, were ruthlessly packed up and sent back by Fury after the matter was settled.

A Quincy fighter silently hovered above the road in front of Jon's house.

Suddenly, a briefcase was thrown out, followed by a figure in a yellow jacket and black T-shirt jumping down.

Snapped.

Jon landed steadily, caught the briefcase in his hand without missing a beat.

See you next time, everyone.

He turned and waved at the fighter jets, a lazy smile on his lips, and walked towards his home without looking back.

Inside the cabin, Steve and Blade stared at the lit window and fell silent in unison.

Blade thought of Whistler, the old man who always loved to tell corny jokes, and his last family member.

Steve then recalled the Brooklyn apartment that no longer existed and the lonely, thin version of himself he remembered.

"Sigh." ×2 Two sighs unexpectedly overlapped.

Then, the two looked up and stared at each other in surprise. Through the lenses of his sunglasses, Steve saw Blade's slightly raised eyebrows.

"How about we go grab a drink?" Captain America broke the silence first.

Blade didn't speak, but slowly took off his sunglasses, his face expressionless.

He simply stared at Steve with those fierce eyes, and after a moment, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Eric Brooks." He held out his hand.

Steve raised an eyebrow, grasped the calloused hand, and introduced himself: "I am Steve Rogers."

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In the corner, Coulson wore a kind, motherly smile until the two figures disappeared through the hatch before he snapped back to reality.

"Phil, by the way, did you get your autographed card yet?"

Mei leaned against the bulkhead, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Upon hearing this, Coulson's expression froze instantly, his eyes glazed over, and he finally uttered a sentence after a long while.

"Mazefuck!!!"

Meanwhile, Jon pushed open the door to his house and was surprised to find that the house was much tidier than usual.

Wow, this is full of surprises.

"Jon?" Skye, curled up on the sofa, looked up abruptly, a crumb of potato chips falling from the corner of her mouth. "You're back!"

"Did you eat properly while I was away?" Jon closed the door, his gaze sweeping across the living room. "Where's Iggy?"

Where did it go?

"Of course I ate it!" Skye patted the sofa with a bright smile, gesturing for him to sit down. "That guy slipped out as soon as he heard you were coming back. Never mind him, come on over!"

"Come on, tell me what you've been up to this time."

"Nothing much to say." Jon put his briefcase full of dollars aside. "I just strolled around campus with an old popsicle and went hiking a bit."

"That sounds incredibly boring." Skye drawled, then suddenly noticed the twilight outside the window, her expression turning sly. "It's evening. Jon, would you like something to drink?"

"for example?"

"Like this." Skye jumped up and rushed to the refrigerator, carrying back five or six bottles of beer. "Ta-da~ Here you go."

"beer?"

Jon took the bottle, and before he could react, he saw Skye clinging to him again.

Seemingly realizing something, he raised his head, widened his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Isn't this...moving too fast?"