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

Chapter 177 A Terrorist Attack Near Christmas!

Inside the hospital room, Jon and Skye were immersed in the visual impact of the energetic dance.

Bang! The ward door was suddenly pushed open forcefully, and the person who came in was Coulson. He didn't say anything, but went straight to a remote control in the room and pressed a button.

"I think you two should take a look at this." As soon as he finished speaking, the TV screen lit up.

However, no matter which channel you switch to, the screen displays a strange logo: a pattern made up of rings, with a peculiar script in the center of each ring.

Jon's eyes narrowed, because he happened to recognize the script, but he only recognized it and did not know what it meant.

Seeing this, Skye slowly put down her phone. A hissing sound came from the television, and the atmosphere subtly shifted from relaxed to serious. All three listened intently.

"Many people call me a bad person, an evil person, a devil who deserves to go to hell..."

A gaunt-faced man wearing sunglasses appeared on the screen, and as he spoke, the sound of intense gunfire erupted behind him.

"But I consider myself a teacher, a great teacher, gentlemen, prepare to receive a good lesson... I am the Mandarin, be prepared."

This is...

Jon squinted, and some buried memories deep in his mind were suddenly unearthed.

Actually, he could sense that he had some impression of the person on the screen, but not much; it seemed to be a character from a storyline.

Who could it be? I thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember. But what they said sounded strange. Would a normal person say such things after hijacking a TV channel?

I'm afraid not.

What teacher? I'm going to give you a lesson. I'm a grown-up now. This sounds like lines from a stage play, like it's trying to emphasize something. It's very strange.

The person on TV also gave off a sense of incongruity; simply put, his gaze was off.

If he were truly a villain, a ruthless killer, why would his pupils contract in fear upon hearing a gunshot behind him?

Soon, the hijacked channel returned to normal, and the official channel urgently broadcast a news report responding to the Mandarin, but to little avail.

"So... I want to know what you guys think." Coulson reached for the remote and turned off the TV, then pulled up a chair and sat down. "Now clear your minds, Skye, especially you. Stop dwelling on my embarrassing past and think about this, okay?"

"Actually," he shrugged, though his eyes seemed to dismiss the Mandarin as a minor matter, "the commander sent me to ask you what your thoughts are about this Mandarin."

"It's fake." Jon stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before giving his conclusion.

He thought the Mandarin on screen was a bit fake.

Although the method of filming this hostage situation was very clever, it should be noted that Jon Snow's eyes housed the remains of a saint.

The remains containing the eyes not only granted him scanning abilities but also greatly enhanced his perception, making the already perceptive Jon even more acute.

"Let me share my thoughts with you."

Jon turned his phone face up and turned on the projector, about to analyze it, when he discovered that the projected video was of Coulson leading a dance at the Stark Expo.

The scene fell silent. Coulson's face darkened, and he looked like he was about to kill someone. Fortunately, the video was quickly turned off.

"Cough cough cough." He coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, pulled up the video in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, played it at eight times speed, and then pressed the pause button at a certain moment.

The camera pauses on the man stammering, "The explosion at an air force base 39 hours ago... yes, yes, it was me."

"Look here." Jon pointed to the neck of the so-called Mandarin in the projection. Although the Mandarin's Viking beard covered part of it, a bit of it was still visible.

"Neck?" Coulson squinted, somewhat puzzled. "Sorry, I can't see anything wrong."

"Yeah, right." Skye shrugged, indicating she hadn't noticed either. "It was just a slight stutter."

"Sigh." Jon sighed, rubbing his forehead.

These two men had never lived in a chaotic community since childhood, so they had certainly never seen this phenomenon before, but they were all too familiar with this kind of neck twitching.

"This guy is acting very strangely, can you tell? The abnormal twitching of his neck when he speaks, and the occasional unfocused look in his eyes... all these indicate that he is in a very unstable state."

Coulson looked up, leaned closer to the projector, and watched it again in slow motion. He did indeed notice the details Jon had pointed out.

He understood something and said in a deep voice, "He's a puppet? According to your deduction, this guy's mental state is extremely abnormal, yet he can speak so clearly and articulately..."

"An actor?" Skye patted Jon on the shoulder, feeling a surge of satisfaction at having her mind opened. "How did you observe them?"

"Hmm... I guess I'll get used to it," Jon said casually, putting his hands back in his pockets. He felt a little smug as he met Skye's gaze.

It can only be said that the knowledge Joseph had imparted came in handy again at this time. He was truly a wise old man and helped a great deal.

"In other words, the targets we at S.H.I.E.L.D. have been searching for all these years have been wrong." Coulson realized something, and after transmitting several documents to Jon, he hurriedly ran out.

Jon had a wry smile on his face. He and Skye exchanged a glance, then hugged each other and started looking at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal records about the Mandarin.

First, the Mandarin is the leader of the Ten Rings, the criminal organization that, in conjunction with Obadiah Stan, kidnapped Tony Stark in 2010.

At that time, the Ten Rings were mainly active in Afghanistan, but later, Tony built the Mark III armor and returned to Afghanistan, launching attacks on multiple Ten Rings bases.

It was during this incident that the Ten Rings Gang suffered a major blow, as all the high-end weapons they had smuggled were blown up in one fell swoop by a certain spendthrift son.

Nick Fury also dispatched a special response team to board a cargo ship smuggled by the Ten Rings at the port. During the ensuing firefight, Iron Man arrived.

Thus, the Special Response Force, which was originally at a disadvantage, together with Iron Man, effortlessly wiped out the Ten Rings gang members on the ship, which sowed the seeds for what would happen later.

Tony's future cooperation with the military was largely thanks to this incident and his relationship with Rhodes, but it also led to his feud with the Ten Rings Gang.

Ivan Vanko was the dagger the Ten Rings used to get revenge on Tony Stark; it was the Ten Rings who helped him smuggle himself into the United States.

However, the plan later failed because Jon also went there, so the Ten Rings not only had a grudge against Tony, but also against him.

Moreover, this is a very vengeful criminal group, which makes things a bit difficult.

"Oh! Shit."

Jon clutched his head, finally remembering what time it was: the Ten Rings Gang, Tony Stark, and the Mandarin... Good heavens, this is non-stop work.

Seeing his tired expression, Skye smiled gently. She got up from Jon's arms and instead hugged him, putting her other hand around his head and gently patting his dazzling blond hair.

"Pepper is a Stand user, I think she can handle it," Jon said, his voice muffled as he nestled in Skye's arms.

What do you think?

"I think we need to get discharged as soon as possible." Skye ran her fingertips through his hair, gently stroking it. "Now it's 12..."

It's been a month, remember?

"Christmas? And the Mandarins? Shit!" Jon got up from her soft embrace, then, as if remembering something, jumped off the bed and snapped his fingers. "We have to go."

We have to leave now.

Star Platinum appeared and produced two bags from somewhere, containing the clothes the two had washed. Jon took one set and handed the other to Skye.

"Thanks, Platinum Star." Skye didn't reach for the clothes, but instead took out some clothes she'd bought online from the closet beside her. "But this outfit matches my evil panda eyes better, don't you think?"

"Huh?" Jon paused in his dressing, didn't respond, and then continued dressing as if nothing had happened, but he was secretly wondering about it.

How did she know I called her "Evil Panda Eyes"? Her contact name in my phone is clearly "Evil Front Teeth." Could Skye already guess what I'm thinking? Hiss...

Just as Jon was deep in thought, a black figure came into view, and before he could react, his face was lifted up by someone.

What comes into view are legs wearing black ripped jeans, with holes at the knees revealing healthy and supple long legs, and flat boots on her feet. Her demeanor is like that of a completely different person.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Skye traced his features, her face expressionless, but her eyes were fixed on him.

Jon shook his neck and stood up, but his keen senses detected something subtly amiss.

If I had to pinpoint exactly what was off, it was her eyes, her gaze! Her eyes! Hey!

He shrank back, but his gaze continued to move upwards uncontrollably.

Wait, she's also wearing a cool leather jacket...it looks pretty good on her, this style suits her quite well, it's nice.

Before he could react, Skye chuckled softly, cupped his somewhat stiff face, and kissed him.

He stared wide-eyed, and after a moment, the two separated. Jon was very unhappy, no, extremely unhappy.

Sensing someone's accusing gaze, Skye's smile only widened, and she didn't seem to see anything wrong with it.

This is a very normal thing in this country.

"Alright, my big boy, stop looking at me with that resentful look." Skye ruffled his blond hair and smiled contentedly. "It's nothing, okay?"

"We have important business to attend to, you know?" Jon said coldly, though his movements were somewhat unnatural, and the panic in his eyes betrayed his true emotions.

The situation is completely wrong now, it's very bad. Why has Skye changed after awakening her superpowers and stopped being able to control her emotions? She wasn't like this before.

Skye used to be so gentle, with a soft voice, a chubby belly, and a serious manner... but now... how did she become like this?

It's not bad, though. Although he says he doesn't like it, he has a girlfriend who isn't very reserved with her emotions, which complements him perfectly. That's good.

"Sigh, that's enough." Jon sighed. Now he finally understood why, even the invincible Jotaro Kujo... sigh.

I remember when he first met Jotaro, he was really shocked. Jotaro was 195 cm tall, and although his muscles had declined compared to when he was younger, he was still very muscular.

Upon learning that he was Dior's son, his calm eyes were filled with scrutiny, as if he were considering where to strike, and he just stared at him like that.

However, Jon Snow had just awakened his Stand at that time and wasn't intimidated by the look in the eyes. At that moment, he thought the man in the white trench coat was also there to steal the inheritance, so...

The results are obvious.

Jotaro, at 30 years old, didn't care whether you were a child or not. After learning about Jon's evil plan, he taught him a lesson and gave him a good beating with his fists.

That experience was a nightmare, and Jon Snow's future respect for Jotaro stemmed largely from the deep trauma of his childhood.

"Hmph, foolish Jotaro." Jon stood before the mirror, put on the white hat, gently adjusted the brim, and a smirk played on his lips. "Let's go! Skye!"

The two hurried downstairs to take care of an important matter: moving.

Pepper is coming to Jon's house for Christmas, and of course, a certain show-off guy shamelessly followed along.

But these are not the main reasons. The real reason is the lingering unease in his heart—the source of which is that strange video of the Mandarin.

I already had this idea, so I might as well move now.

"Wait a minute, I've noticed something." Skye paused, voicing her question, "There are still two weeks until Christmas, are we really going to move now?"

Actually, she was still a little reluctant to leave that little house. It was small but had everything she needed, and living there gave her a sense of security, which was very nice.

"We have to move, it's a must. You understand why," Jon explained earnestly.

However, when it comes to Christmas, he remembers that the day he was seriously injured in Egypt was November 25th.

After being in a coma for a few days and then resting for a few more, time flew by, and before I knew it, it was December 7th.

Although there was plenty of time until Christmas, his small home in Brooklyn was clearly not big enough for four people.

In addition, since I was away for a while, the safety level in Brooklyn is not high. Who knows if there are Hydra, vampires, or newly emerged Ten Rings gangs taking advantage of the situation to do something?

Having offended so many people, it's necessary to be cautious.

If there are bombs or other dirty tricks planted, not moving would be a bad deal, especially since the Ten Rings Gang has been attacking important officials recently, and he happens to be one of them.

Just in case, Jon had already arranged for a moving company to be on standby. Today's purpose was to take Skye to see the new house.

"Choose one." Jon casually handed over the phone, watching Skye's increasingly shocked expression. He remained expressionless, but secretly felt smug.

"These...these...are all yours?" Skye blinked in disbelief, swiping her fingers across the screen as she looked at the rows of luxurious villas, her brow furrowing.

"Of course." Jon said, hands on his hips.

It's worth noting that Joseph had a title in his later years: the King of New York Real Estate.

Although the will did not leave Jon a single penny, there were simply too many houses, so a small portion was casually allocated to him, which was enough for him to live a carefree life for the next life and the next.

Moreover, the house was just a drop in the ocean of his estate; he even owned a building in downtown New York City, though he had rented it out.

However, for Jon, who doesn't care much about quality of life, the size of the house doesn't really matter. As long as he can live comfortably and feel safe, nothing else matters.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Jon frowned, but answered it anyway. A moment later, his expression turned extremely grim. He remained silent for a long time before hanging up.

"What's wrong?" Skye asked, raising her hand in confusion to gently stroke Jon's gloomy face.

Jon took a deep breath, his expression complex: "The house suddenly exploded when the moving company employees entered. One employee was seriously injured, and the other three sustained minor injuries; they are all currently in the hospital."

"Shit!!!" He clenched his fists, a long-dormant anger burning within him.