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

Jon excitedly touched the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.

"As expected..." he muttered to himself, and the Star Platinum appeared automatically behind him.

The purple body, exuding an unprecedentedly powerful sense of oppression, stood silently behind Jon.

The priest once said that the Joestars draw strength from courage and pride.

Now that he has come to this world, the Joestar bloodline within him has also given him the ability to overcome fate!

Jon clenched his fists, feeling the subtle changes in his body, and the negative emotions he had suppressed for so long were swept away.

Forget Thanos, Star Platinum's power is enough to control the entire world.

With his steadily increasing mental strength, the time that Star Platinum can pause will definitely become longer and longer.

With this ability alone, he could kill everyone on their first meeting without revealing any information.

"This feels so good! I really want to sing a song!"

Jon laughed maniacally, his fingers twitching unconsciously, as if he wanted to scratch something.

In that instant, his facial expression overlapped with that of his father, whom he had never met, Dio.

Although he had achieved his goal of defeating the priest a few days ago, he had never felt so exhilarated.

"Hahahaha, I'm so excited!"

A doorbell rang, waking Jon from his reverie.

"Hey, it felt like you were a completely different person just now."

Jon scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then got up and walked towards the door.

The doorbell kept ringing, and Jon, who had walked to the door, flung it open.

What came into view was a delicate face; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a mixed-race beauty.

Jon frowned unconsciously.

The mixed-race beauty in front of me perfectly blends Eastern and Western aesthetics, but her taste in clothing and dressing is a bit worrying.

Fortunately, Jon had already recognized who this person was; she was the future Vibration Girl, Daisy Jensen.

There's no other reason than that this face is just too recognizable; as a loyal fan of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, it would be hard for him not to recognize it.

However, this person is a jinx; his presence here will definitely bring no benefit.

Thinking of this, Jon asked impatiently:

What do you need?

"Wow, that's scary." Skye was startled.

Seeing Jon's increasingly impatient expression, Skye forced a smile and said somewhat awkwardly:

Hi, I'm Skye.

"Skye?" Jon lowered his head slightly, his tone growing increasingly cold. "What do you want?"

"Excuse me, can we go inside to talk?"

Skye smiled, while subtly trying to slip under Jon's arm.

Seeing this, Jon moved slightly, his broad shoulders completely blocking the doorway.

Skye wasn't going to back down either; she reached out and nudged Jon's arm.

But when she tried her best, she found that the man in front of her did not move at all.

Helpless, she could only look up and say:

"Could you let me in, Mr. Yovik?"

Seeing no response, she looked up and met Jon's indifferent gaze, and the smile on her face gradually froze.

"I just felt... talking at the door wasn't very professional..."

Upon hearing this, Jon raised an eyebrow: "Give me a reason to let you in."

OK.

After saying that, Skye cautiously looked around to make sure there was no danger before lowering her voice and saying:

"S.H.I.E.L.D., are you familiar with this organization?"

Her fingers swiped rapidly across the tablet, bringing up an encrypted file labeled Jon Yovik.

"Your information has been entered into one of their lists. May I go in and discuss the details?"

Skye gave a sweet smile.

"Information? Enter a list?"

After a brief moment of thought, Jon stepped aside and said:

"Please come in, miss."

"Thank you." Skye said with a sigh of relief and slipped into the house.

She froze as soon as her sneakers touched the floor.

The entire house was so tidy that it didn't look like the residence of a single man.

Even on the balcony, Skye can see several pots of lush green cacti.

"Wow," Skye couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "I didn't expect you to be like this..."

"You like things clean?"

Jon closed the door, walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and said:

"Have a seat, what would you like to drink?"

He walked up to the refrigerator and asked Skye:

"I have coffee, tea, and bottled water here."

"Coffee is fine." Skye sat down in the chair naturally.

Jon opened the refrigerator, which contained a dozen bottles of mineral water, several bottles of beverages, and some instant milk tea, all neatly arranged inside.

There was no sign of the coffee from [Brand Name] in the refrigerator, so Jon had no choice but to say:

"Excuse me, I've finished my coffee."

Jon reached into his hand and pulled out a packet of Xiangpiaopiao milk tea, saying:

"This is all we have. How about we drink this?"

"Wait a minute." Skye's eyes widened. "What is this?"

"Uh," Jon said after a moment's thought, "a mysterious instant milk tea from the Far East."

"Milk tea?" Skye didn't care, as long as it was drinkable. "I'm fine with anything."

Jon took out a cup with a bear printed on it, poured some Xiangpiaopiao (a type of Chinese instant noodle) into it, and placed it in front of Skye.

Skye held the glass, blew on it, took a small sip, and her eyes immediately lit up:

"This flavor...is really unique."

Jon smiled slightly, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Skye.

"So, after wasting so much time, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Skye took out a tablet with a surveillance video of an overpass on it.

Does this look familiar?

Jon glanced at it casually, then leaned back in his chair and said:

"So, just for this little thing?"

"Is this just a small matter to you?"

Skye suddenly leaned forward, a fragrant scent wafting towards her, and she said:

"Hey, you have superpowers, and then you're being targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D., isn't that scary enough?"

"Actually... I'd rather hear about the list." Jon leaned back without making a sound.

"Yorvik...that's a mouthful. Can I call you Jon?" Skye said.

"Call me whatever you want." Jon's chair back was creaking under the weight.

"good!"

Skye abruptly stood up, bracing herself on the table with both hands, a movement that caused the collar of her leather jacket to open slightly.

She leaned closer to Jon, her chestnut hair falling to Jon's collarbone:

"Listen, Jon, those agents are specifically targeting people like you. You're in danger right now."

At this moment, Jon's gaze had unconsciously drifted towards a certain dangerous area.

"Jon, are you listening?"

Upon hearing the sound, Jon, who considered himself a gentleman, reluctantly looked away. He cleared his throat and said:

"Miss Skye, your... way of persuading is quite unique."

He understood that Skye wanted to increase her persuasiveness through a condescending and serious tone.

But it seems that he saw something without realizing it.