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

Chapter 176 New Equipment and Fury's Massive Bleeding

"Fury wants to see me? That's great!" Jon, craning his neck, brightened up and quickly agreed. He then turned to Skye, a slightly smug smile on his face. "Can you let go now?"

"Hmph." Skye withdrew her hand, rolled her eyes at the person in front of her who looked so smug, and waved her hand, "Go on, go on."

Honestly, where did that aloof, concise, and calm Jon Yowick go? How did he become like this? Skye shook her head with a smile and lowered her head again to continue studying.

Her main task now is to figure out a suitable outfit and makeup to make her dark circles less noticeable; everything else can wait.

After leaving the house, Jon, dressed in a hospital gown, put his hands in his pockets, his face cold and aloof—actually, he didn't want anyone to see his black nails.

It was so embarrassing, but it also taught Jon a profound lesson: never mess with that evil panda-eyed girl in the house, otherwise, given Skye's cunning, who knows what she might do to you.

Ah, this must be the troubles of happiness. Jon paused, nodded thoughtfully, and Star Platinum appeared, writing down all his thoughts in a notebook.

"By the way, Jon," Coulson stopped, leaning close to his ear with a mysterious look, "So, is your power really that thing?"

"That's the one..."

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Jon narrowed his eyes, meeting Coulson's curious gaze, neither confirming nor denying, but instead asking, "How did you know?"

"It's a long story." Coulson looked around furtively like a thief, then quietly led him to a corner and began to explain the whole story.

It turned out that Arthur Harlow's shout had been transmitted to the communication channel, but Fury reacted quickly and cut off the channel when the bastard shouted "The ability is...".

In other words, apart from Fury, Coulson, and Skye on their private channels, no one else at the scene could hear what Arthur Harlow actually shouted.

Therefore, the intelligence was not leaked this time, thanks to Fury's 70 years of honed hand speed and remarkable on-the-spot reaction ability.

"That's good." Jon breathed a sigh of relief and nodded knowingly.

Thankfully, unlike Jotaro-san, who made it known to the whole world that the invincible Jotaro Kujo's true ability is to stop time!

Fury and Coulson knew, and they both kept their mouths shut, so there was no possibility of them leaking information. They could both be trusted, but...

To be honest, does Fury really not know the true nature of the Star Platinum—the world's power? That's a question mark.

After all, he had used time stop to save someone at the Stark Expo, and that person was Agent Natasha Romanoff, who was also Fury's confidante.

To say that Natasha wouldn't report her abilities out of gratitude for being saved is simply impossible; she's an agent, and a former member of the Red Room.

Moreover, given how many times Fury has collaborated with S.H.I.E.L.D., he couldn't possibly be unaware of it, unless he's an idiot.

Although this old sea turtle is often unreliable and even a bit of a liar, you can never doubt his intelligence or his ability to react on the spot—this is the consensus among everyone who knows Fury.

"So your ability really is that..." Coulson looked surprised, blinked, then poked his waist with a teasing expression and whispered, "Have you ever done, cough cough cough, that kind of thing?"

"Cough cough cough? That kind of thing?" Jon's face had just shown a hint of doubt when he caught someone's somewhat improper expression, and he immediately looked speechless. "Of course not! How could you use such an ability so casually? How could you use it for something like that?"

"Really? What a pity." Coulson shook his head with regret. "If I had this ability when I was young, I would have been very excited, you know what I mean."

"After all, this ability is really cool. So this is what Enya meant by dominating the world. Really..." He shook his head and swallowed the rest of his words.

"I'd rather I didn't have that ability," Jon sighed.

Perhaps it's because he obtained the Platinum Star when he was facing Pucci? He wasn't excited at all. If he had obtained the time-stopping ability on an ordinary day, he would probably have been very happy.

No, Jon knows he's too confident that having this idea means he won't awaken the Stand ability to stop time.

He knew very well that he didn't have the same ambition to control the world as Dio Brando, so he could never awaken the ability to stop time.

After all, when Jon awakened his Fang, he just wanted to improve himself, to escape the quagmire of Egypt's Inbaba, and to live a life that wasn't just trash.

He didn't want to have to steal on the street every day after he opened his eyes, but his parents had both died by then, and he had no choice but to live a muddled life in order to survive.

If it weren't for Joseph, the old man who pulled him back from the brink of despair, giving him a helping hand during his most difficult time, perhaps none of this would have happened.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, let's go." Jon said casually, his hands in his pockets.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't plan to expose his hands to others today, so Platinum Star might have a tough time.

"Okay, Fury's getting impatient too." Coulson lifted his ID card and placed it in the elevator sensor area.

The two took a private elevator directly to Fury's temporary office inside the hospital.

After the elevator doors opened, Jon glanced up at the sign above his head that read "Dean's Office" and immediately understood—this guy was up to his old tricks again with freebies.

"Alright, I'll go in then." He glanced at Coulson, who was standing still, and asked Platinum Star to open the door for him.

Coulson looked puzzled. The perceptive agent sensed something was amiss, his gaze shifting between Jon's hands in his pockets and Star Platinum opening the door.

However, because the answer was too outrageous, Coulson couldn't figure out what was causing Jon to be acting so strangely today.

Could it be that he was hit by some kind of Stand attack that prevented him from extending his hands? So, this idle Level 8 agent decided to take a closer look.

Inside the office, Jon Snow was playing a staring contest with a blind bum, as if to say whoever looked away first would lose.

"I'm sorry, Jon, about your nails," Fury said sternly, but with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "But could you please take your hand out? Don't you know you look like you deserve a beating?"

"Hmph? Interesting, but I refuse." Jon crossed his legs, hands in his pockets, and with that face, he was incredibly arrogant. "Let's get down to business, Fury, my eyes are tired."

"You're tired after this much?" Fury's eyelids began to tremble, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I don't feel tired at all."

"Is that so?" Jon forcibly suppressed his blinking instinct with his vampire blood, his eyes bloodshot. "Your eyelids don't think so."

Fury's expression darkened. Because someone had cheated, he finally couldn't help but blink, losing the game he hadn't lost in 30 years.

"Fuck," Fury cursed, "I overheard a bit of your conversation with Skye through the monitor in your hospital room. It sounded like it was about that yellow-robed mage from a few days ago. What do you know?"

Upon hearing this, Jon narrowed his eyes.

Vital signs monitor? This thing even has a listening function? This old returnee, why not just say it's a listening device? What a load of rubbish, a monitor?

Jon secretly cursed the shameless dead turtle in front of him, but still told Fury about how his soul had been taken away by the Ancient One.

Otherwise, Fury would have found out through his own methods, and might even have secretly broken into his house to install a high-tech listening device—that would have been basic stuff for Fury.

"To put it simply, it's..." He began to recall the details of his meeting with the Ancient One. The two didn't talk much, but the amount of information was substantial.

Through that brief conversation, the aura of decay emanating from the Ancient One was so obvious that it didn't need to be explicitly stated; it was evident in every word and action.

Gu Yi said that over the years, she had prevented countless terrible events from happening, but bad things always followed one after another, followed by questions like "Do you want some tea?"

Although Jon Snow in his spirit form couldn't drink tea, and the Ancient One didn't have the magic to make a spirit drink tea, she could tell that the Sorcerer Supreme, who had protected Earth for hundreds of years, was tired.

It wasn't physical exhaustion, but mental exhaustion; she was on the verge of collapse. This was precisely the message the Ancient One wanted to subtly convey through Jon Snow—a message that Fury would understand immediately upon hearing it.

For the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, as long as Fury doesn't actively seek them out but waits quietly, then in the future observed by the Ancient One, the real world and the sorcerers' world will eventually intersect.

Fury's curiosity would disrupt the Ancient One's plans, which is unacceptable.

"Alright, that's all for now, nothing else." Jon ended his recollection, his tone flat.

Upon hearing this, Fury remained expressionless, but judging from his crossed hands with slightly white knuckles, his curiosity and desire for control were already fiercely clashing.

After a long silence, he gently shook his head, suppressing his surging desire, and said, "I understand."

The two looked at each other in silence. After a while, Jon got up.

The door to the Dean's office was pushed open by Star Platinum. Just as Jon Snow, hands in his pockets, was about to walk out, Fury, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "Jon Yowick, I know your abilities." As he spoke, he removed his eyepatch and stared at Jon Snow with his blind eye. "And... I will keep watching you."

Jon, standing at the door, smirked and turned around with a disdainful look. He pointed at the old turtle in front of him and shouted, "Shut up! My affairs are none of a seventy-year-old man's business. Mind your own business first!!"

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"Hmph!" Fury smiled, watched Jon's departing figure, nodded slowly, and ticked a document on the table.

It was a report on Jon's psychological problems. After evaluation by the S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors, many of the psychological problems listed on it no longer existed, leaving only some problems that they did not consider serious.

Fury had three purposes for this conversation: the most obvious was to ascertain the Sorcerer Supreme's stance; the second was to warn Jon against using his abilities recklessly; and the third was to observe Jon's psychological state.

This is one of the reasons why Jon Snow, who had long since recovered, has not been discharged from the hospital. It's not just a physical issue; psychological issues are also very important.

He also needs to take care of his body, using specific food and medication combinations to repair hidden injuries, and deal with the endless stream of tricky questions from his psychologist.

This is infuriating, but there's nothing we can do, because some bastard said, "If you don't cooperate with the treatment, then I'll tell your aunt about your hospitalization."

"I can't control you, but plenty of others can, Jon Yowick. You don't want your aunt to worry, do you?"

These are Nick Fury's exact words.

However, Fury also understood the principle of giving a sweet treat after a beating, so he shared some of the money he "earned" from this operation with Jon, along with a gift.

In the hospital room, Jon widened his eyes slightly, staring at the large box in front of him bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. He pointed to himself, saying nothing, but his meaning was written all over his face.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent opposite him smiled faintly, showed Fury's permission, and nodded in confirmation: "This is for you, Advisor Yovik."

"Such a big box?" Jon was genuinely surprised. "Fury didn't just hand over his entire fortune to me, did he?"

After all, this was the first time Fury had ever been so generous, Jon thought. He figured the reason for his generosity was probably because he had made a lot of money in Cairo.

As is widely known, the UN Security Council recently approved Pierce's proposal that three space carriers are under urgent construction, some of which utilize Stark Industries' technology.

Why is progress on these three big guys so slow? That's because Fury is secretly spending money. The money Hydra spends to build one engine is enough to build three or four engines.

In addition to the damage Hulk caused to Cairo, the reparations funds also diverted funds intended for the construction of the mothership, and when these expenses were reimbursed, the money allocated by the Security Council ended up in Nick Fury's pocket.

As we all know, the value of money is constant, so if Fury got so much money, who got hurt? It's hard to guess.

In addition, to prevent the Egyptian gods in Cairo from causing trouble again, taking advantage of the destruction of the Amit sect, Fury set up a secret base on the outskirts of Cairo.

No, to be more precise, he picked up a ready-made one. Under Blade's leadership, S.H.I.E.L.D. successfully wiped out the base of the Egyptian vampire leader, High Duke Maginos, and took it for themselves.

Moreover, those so-called R-type vampires were indeed experimental products created by Maginot. Under the supervision of Blade and Whistler, S.H.I.E.L.D. destroyed all of those alien embryos, leaving none behind.

In other words, Black Egg made a fortune this time and is now using his wealth to dazzle Jon Yowick, since he has so much money this time.

Through Jon Snow, the deputy director of the Bureau of Disaster Control, Nick Fury had never dealt with such a large sum of money before. Before he had even finished spending the previous sum, the next one arrived, so he set aside a portion as a return.

"What's in here?" Jon and Skye exchanged a suspicious glance, then both squatted down in front of the large chest and opened the lid.

What came into view was a string of emerald green beads, the very same kind that Jon had lost in Cairo. He had used an iron ball as a feint, but before he could retrieve it, it was knocked away, and the bracelet was lost just like that. He never expected...

"Fury, you're such a sour radish, don't eat it!" Jon pointed at the camera in the box and laughed at Fury, who was peeking through the lens. "This time it should be an upgraded version, right?"

Fury, of course, did not answer, nor would he.

On the other side, Skye had a pair of cool-looking arm guards in front of her, which not only enhanced the power of her shockwaves but also reduced damage to her own arms.

Incidentally, Carl's research has run into trouble. He's trying to find a cure for Skye's special constitution, but he's missing the most crucial ingredient, which he just can't remember. He's been incredibly frustrated these past few days.

Meanwhile, Jon glanced at the instruction manual and discovered that this was indeed an upgraded version—not only could each bead change size, but it could also be used more times.

Perhaps because he made so much money this time, and because Hank Pym's company had just gone public, Nick Fury may have acquired a significant number of shares in Pym, which enabled him to create this piece of equipment.

Of course, this equipment was just an appetizer; the real highlight was the metallic bracelet in front of Jon. As for how he knew about it...

That's because Fury has a habit: he usually puts the important things in the center, and he doesn't eat slices of bread—these are his quirks.

"A bracelet?" Jon tentatively reached out and touched it. With a soft click, the bracelet opened and closed automatically, revealing the perfect Aja redstone stored inside, before quickly closing again.

This material, this hardness... He pondered for a moment, transmitted the ripples upwards, and immediately confirmed: this thing is indeed made of Adamantium alloy, and it's not a defective product.

"How much did he actually make?" Jon couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

To be honest, he was really shocked. The iron ball bracelet and the bracelet that held the perfect Aja red stone were both made of genuine Adamantium alloy!

It's definitely not the original adamantium used to make Captain America's shield, because that stuff can't be replicated anymore.

But what Jon had was genuine adamantium—the same material that makes up Wolverine's skeleton, incredibly hard.

This alloy can be mass-produced artificially, but the formula is highly confidential and only a few factions possess it, including S.H.I.E.L.D.

Moreover, the price of this stuff is terrifying. On the black market, vibranium costs about $1 per gram, while genuine Adamantium fluctuates between $5 and $10 per gram.

It's said that in the plot of Wolverine 2, that old Japanese devil Yashida even went bankrupt with his multinational corporation in order to get real adamantium, which gives you an idea of ​​how expensive this stuff is.

"Wow, Fury really went all out this time." Jon tentatively put the bracelet on his right wrist, clenched his fist to test it, and looked surprised. "It has other functions too?"

Since wearing the bracelet, the ripples within his body have started to amplify automatically. He no longer needs to transmit the ripples into the redstone and reflect them back before launching them with his fist; now he can amplify them directly.

It felt like this thing was alive; once it touched his skin, it connected directly to his bloodstream, skipping a transmission process and making it much more efficient.

The key is its protective function. As long as Jon doesn't activate it, the perfect Aja redstone inside will be firmly encased in true adamantium, making it impossible for anyone to remove. It's very thoughtful.

Judging from their expressions, they were both very satisfied. Fury was incredibly generous this time, it was like throwing a mountain of money at them, making them both feel the pinch and secretly pleased.

"Jon, why is there a cell phone under your bracelet?" Skye, with her sharp eyes, suddenly narrowed her eyes, noticed the cell phone hidden underneath, and tentatively picked it up. "Looking at it this way, it seems pretty important too."

The next second, the phone that was picked up automatically started playing a video. The background was a dimly lit stage with eerie blue ambient lights flashing around it.

Immediately afterwards, four hot, heavily made-up women appeared in the shot as the light zoomed in, but before Jon could react, a strangely familiar face also squeezed in.

As the music started, Jon's pupils dilated, his brows furrowed, and he looked disgusted, but his eyes remained fixed on the screen.

"My God..." Skye's mouth dropped open. The two of them had the same expression: they both frowned and stared at the person in the blue bodycon dress leading the dance on the screen with complicated looks.

Why do they look like that? It's just a man leading a group of women in a dance; it's very common in this country.

But what if this person... is Coulson?

Is that Phil Coulson, the slightly balding, always gentle-smiling, reliable, and extremely popular Level 8 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Jon's composure crumbled completely. His mouth gaped open, he blinked incredulously, and muttered, "Fuck! I actually missed it?...Should I have him jump again next year?"