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

"The task of saving the world is entrusted to you, Skye!"

Skye stared at the earrings for a long time, then suddenly reached out and snatched them: "Deal!"

"This is a piece of cake for me. I can find at least a dozen relevant records in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database alone."

As she spoke, her fingertips deftly tapped the keyboard, typing out lines of code that Jon couldn't understand.

"Professional." Jon gave a thumbs up.

After saying this, Jon placed the red stone beside her and reminded her:

"It's called Aja Redstone."

"Remember, don't let it get exposed to the sun. This thing can reflect sunlight hundreds of millions of times and eventually turn it into a laser."

"I understand." Skye replied without looking up, her tone completely flat.

Since her worldview has already been shattered to pieces today, it doesn't matter if it gets shattered a little more.

Seeing her calm and composed demeanor, Jon couldn't help but laugh:

"Honestly, you'd be perfect as a secret agent."

"Agent?" Skye scoffed, her fingers still flying across the keyboard. "No way, I'd never work for S.H.I.E.L.D."

"The future is uncertain." Jon shrugged meaningfully and opened the car door.

"Shall I go buy you something to eat, like a burrito?"

"Double the cheese," Skye finally looked up from the screen and added, "And don't sneak a bite."

"No problem." Jon smiled and closed the door.

A moment later, the car door was opened again, and Jon crawled in carrying a paper bag.

"Your five-star takeout is here." He handed over the wrap with an exaggerated tone, "Remember to leave a good review."

"Wow, saving the world comes with a free lunch?"

Skye feigned surprise as she took the notebook, took a big bite, and turned it toward Jon.

Here, that's what you wanted.

Jon leaned closer to the screen, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Red Skull once used it to make weapons? But abandoned the idea because it was too expensive?"

"That's right."

Skye switched pages and brought up a map.

"According to the information, S.H.I.E.L.D. has two secret bases, Sandbox and Slingshot, which are used to store high-risk items of unknown origin."

"If they have Aja's Redstone, they're probably there."

Jon nodded thoughtfully.

If he were really at one of those two bases, he wouldn't be too worried.

The sandbox base is located deep in a large desert, and is accessed by Quinjet fighter jets.

The slingshot base, on the other hand, is located in outer space and transports goods by launching rockets.

The Pillar Men probably won't go looking for trouble in these two places.

Of course, this is all predicated on the fact that the perfect Aja redstone is actually in these two bases.

If he doesn't find him, he'll have to keep looking.

Thinking of this, Jon tapped the screen and said:

"Ordinary redstone is useless; we're looking for perfect Aja redstone."

Hearing this, Skye raised an eyebrow and teased, "How do you judge whether it's perfect or not? By looking?"

"Uh...more or less?" Jon chuckled dryly.

Because he couldn't tell the difference between a regular Aja redstone and a perfect Aja redstone from the pictures.

"Distinguish by the naked eye? Jon, you'd better be prepared for a round-the-world trip."

Skye brought up the history, and a dozen red dots instantly lit up on the world map.

"China, Monaco, Spain... This thing circulated among the nobles of Eurasia for hundreds of years, and in the end, its whereabouts all disappeared."

Jon's expression froze. He took a deep breath and said:

"What are the most recent redstone records?"

Skye opened the world map, and a red dot appeared on the map of Europe.

This is a country surrounded by France on three sides. It has a very small territory, yet it has the most billionaires in the world.

It is----

"Monaco?" Jon read aloud. "That's troublesome."

"I heard that you can't get a visa in this country without some assets."

Skye suddenly revealed a sly smile and said, "Coincidentally, I happen to have a way to handle this."

"You?" Jon looked her up and down suspiciously.

"Of course," Skye smiled confidently, "but in exchange, you have to do something for me."

Jon immediately reached out his hand. "No problem."

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Two days later, in Monaco, the annual Monaco Grand Prix was held.

This is a carnival that is extremely popular among the nation's wealthy.

Not only will there be exciting car races today, but wealthy people from other countries will also come to Monaco to participate in this grand event!

At this moment, at the entrance of the Grand Prix hotel.

A low-key yet luxurious Maybach pulled up in front of the hotel, escorted by two police officers.

The waiter opened the car door, and Jon Snow, dressed in a suit, calmly stepped out of the car and stood still.

On the other side, Skye, dressed in a formal gown, naturally walked to Jon's side and took his arm.

"Welcome, Mr. Speedwagon."

The waiter bowed to greet him, but out of the corner of his eye, he was sizing up this very unfamiliar VIP.

Three days ago, their hotel suddenly received a reservation from the SPW Foundation.

At first, no one believed this unheard-of organization, but the Swiss bank guarantee and the letter of recommendation from the Antique Car Association they provided were impeccable.

Now, the aura emanating from the man before him completely dispelled his last remaining doubts.

"Hmm." Jon nodded calmly; he had seen this kind of grand occasion before.

The two walked inside hand in hand.

"Good acting skills."

On the way, Skye lowered her voice and secretly poked Jon's stiff biceps with her fingertips.

"It's because the muscles are too tense."

"Shut up..." Jon spat out his reply through gritted teeth, maintaining a perfect smile as he walked through the lobby.

When the two turned into a dead end in the corridor, Jon immediately reached out and loosened his tie, panting heavily.

"This suit is so tight, I feel like it's about to burst."

To avoid tearing his suit, he had been maintaining small movements for over a day, and his muscles were almost cramping up.

"I told you to have a suit custom-made, but you insisted on renting a ready-made one," Skye said with a smile, standing to the side.

"Custom-made?" Jon's eyes widened. "Where would I get the money?"

"Renting this outfit already cost me a lot of money!" He touched the fabric with a pained expression. "If it tears, we'll have to swim all the way back to New York."

After saying that, Jon sighed sadly.

"Shall we go eat our fill first?" Skye raised an eyebrow and suggested.

"I heard that they have white truffles from Alba and Iranian caviar here."

"Shall we go eat our fill first?"

Upon hearing this, Jon reached out and flicked Skye's forehead.

"Have some self-respect, okay? We're here to investigate Aja Redstone, not to be useless."

"Okay, I understand." Skye nodded, rubbing her flushed forehead. "So, what's our first step?"

"What's the first step?" Jon grinned. "Didn't you just say?"

"Of course we got our money's worth."

As he spoke, Jon strode forward. To be honest, he was sick of eating airplane food.

If he doesn't take good care of his stomach soon, it's going to rebel!

"Hey! Who was just spouting platitudes?"

Skye stomped her foot in anger and hurriedly chased after him in her high heels.

When she caught up with him at the banquet hall, Jon was already sitting down and ordering food.