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

Chapter 187 Iron Man's Duel Declaration!

Nano-noodles, the latest scientific research achievement from last year, were inspired by Mystique.

This device was initially developed by the military in conjunction with S.H.I.E.L.D., but later, intelligence organizations from various countries around the world also developed similar devices to counter it, but...

"Have you confirmed any signs of brainwashing?" Jon asked Agent Wu beside him, holding a tablet and looking at it. "And this face, her real name is Kara Lynn Paramas."

"Sir, how did you know?" Detective Wu stood to the side, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the question that had been on his mind.

Jon took a deep breath, turned the tablet around, and showed Agent Wu a document bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo.

The document was sent by Fury; it contained all the information about the disguised agent during the interrogation.

Her codename is Agent 33, and she belongs to Fury's faction, but... she has been missing since her last mission.

The situation is now clear: she was captured and brainwashed by Hydra during a mission, and then recruited into their ranks—a common tactic used by these guys.

Then everything makes sense. She first infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. to steal information about this mission, then set her sights on him, preparing to gather more intelligence, which led her to the Disaster Control Bureau.

Soon, Fury sent people to take over Agent 33, preparing to de-brainwash her, and also to prevent Talbot from asking any questions he shouldn't.

The good news is that although Tabbot made a lot of noise and talked a lot about what he wanted to do, he didn't actually do it because that would be against the rules: he wasn't stupid.

"Sigh." Jon shook his head and had Skye use her powers to teleport him home.

These past few days he's been preparing to be a hands-off manager. Although his body has recovered, he's not in the mood. He's just too tired and really needs to rest.

So the well-known cartoonist, Captain Wolf, began his vacation.

A few days later, Skye sat somewhat awkwardly on a bench in front of a barbecue stall in Chinatown, watching Jon order some strange things in fluent dialect.

"Give me a spring, and some other aggressive ingredients, please." Jon gave the waiter a knowing look and winked his right eye. "And two cases of beer, please."

"Sir, your Chinese is so good. Is it because of your girlfriend?" the waitress asked softly, holding the menu.

"Haha, look at her confused expression." Jon glanced at Skye's bewildered face with a teasing look and shrugged. "She doesn't understand."

The waitress nodded as if she understood, silently checked off the items on the hidden menu that Jon had ordered, wrote them down, and then left.

Here, people generally don't like to eat these things, especially those aggressive ingredients; nobody dares to eat them.

This shop was a hidden gem that Jon Snow found when he went out to find food at night. The owner's surname was Wang, and he was from China.

At that time, Boss Wang was about to close up shop and prepare to eat, so he used the remaining charcoal to grill some spicy food to replenish his energy.

As a result, Jon Snow discovered this and promptly bribed the owner with two bottles of wine, so the two of them enjoyed these offensive ingredients together.

The boss was stunned, because Jon was the first foreigner he had ever seen eat such ingredients with such relish. Although he didn't look like a good person, he turned out to be surprisingly nice after drinking.

"So, what is a 'spring grill'?" Skye frowned slightly, watching Jon's practiced movements, and asked casually.

Your expressions are so strange.

"Uh... how do I put it? A spring is... uh..." Jon looked around, the word stuck in his throat. After a moment's thought, he leaned close to Skye's ear and whispered something.

Upon hearing this, Skye's eyes widened in disbelief. She looked Jon up and down, completely astonished that he would like such a thing. She then complained, "Honey, please don't kiss me after you finish eating, okay?"

"Huh? No, haven't you heard of the saying 'you are what you eat'?" Jon gave Skye a look that said, "You don't know anything about food," and began to introduce the ingredients in front of her to Skye one by one. "These good things are basically impossible to find here. Only Chef Wang has them."

"Right, Your Majesty?" Jon shouted towards the round-faced old man busy at the barbecue grill in the distance, "When are my kidneys ready?"

"What's the rush! Wait!" Master Wang frowned and immediately called back, indicating that this thing was not easy to test, and that he should wait a while and not be in a hurry, because haste makes waste.

Jon raised an eyebrow and explained, "Look, Master Wang is over 60 years old, yet he's still so fat and has such a strong voice. It's obvious he eats this kind of stuff, and it tastes really good."

"Besides, don't be fooled by how dirty this stall is. Let me tell you, the cleaner the stall, the worse the food. The dirtier the stall, the better the food will taste."

"This is based on my experience of going out to find food in the middle of the night."

"Okay, I believe you." Skye pouted, rested her chin on her hands, looked down expectantly, and smiled slightly with a teasing look. "Let's see how you do today."

"Damn it! I've been too tired these past few days." A hint of annoyance flashed in Jon's eyes. He took a deep breath, brought his face close to Skye's, and emphasized, "And there's also the pressure and the cold weather, you understand?"

"Get this straight, I was just flung a kilometer by a giant crocodile's tail in Egypt two weeks ago, and then I got into a fight with a lunatic whose shoes were stuffed with glass shards. You really don't understand me at all! Forget it."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Seeing this, Skye quickly reached out and hugged the guy who was on the verge of exploding, and whispered comforting words in his ear.

Jon took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and reluctantly pulled away from the warmth in her arms. He picked up a skewer and took a vicious bite, while handing another skewer to Skye.

"eat."

"Is it really delicious?" Skye smiled indulgently, intending to just take a tentative bite, but that one bite opened up a whole new world for her. "Wow, what is this? Wow!"

"How strange, so very strange, but..." She frowned, chewing incessantly. After swallowing one skewer, she reached out and snatched a freshly grilled skewer from Jon's hand. "I need to eat the whole thing before I can give the most honest evaluation."

As Skye ate, happiness practically radiated from her face, while Jon looked at the lamb kidneys that had been taken from his hand and blinked strangely.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the end of the street behind Jon. His pupils contracted, and he hurriedly stood up from his chair and looked toward the source of the sound.

Because it was an explosion, an extremely obvious explosion. It couldn't have been something else that exploded; it could only be the sound of explosives detonating!

It was a theater, with thick smoke billowing from the entrance and flames all around. Countless terrified people scattered and fled, trying to escape that dangerous place!

"Shit! Skye! Stop eating!" Jon pulled on his coat, glanced at everyone around him, flashed his badge, clapped his hands, and shouted, "There's been an explosion ahead! Everyone get up immediately and leave this place for safety, okay?"

"Skye, call an ambulance, and while you're at it, call the station. I'm going to check things out, quick!"

After saying that, his expression turned serious. He got up and ran towards the burning theater in the distance. The streets were in complete chaos, with horns blaring and screams filling the air.

But as soon as Jon ran to the theater, he saw a familiar figure lying in the distance. It was Happy, Tony's former bodyguard and now Pepper's bodyguard!

Happy lay on the ground covered in blood, his eyes filled with pain as he looked at the figure on the wall beside him. He struggled to raise his hand, trying to reach for something.

The next second, the hem of a white trench coat appeared in his field of vision. He reached out and picked up what he had just been trying to grab, and then a warm energy spread throughout his body.

"Jon? Is that you?"

"Happy, hang in there! I'll treat you when we get to the private hospital!" Jon used Ripple to temporarily stabilize Happy's injuries, then raised his hand to take a green bead from the beaded bracelet on his left wrist and pressed it gently.

With a soft click, the bead instantly expanded into an iron ball, which he held in his palm.

He took a deep breath, assumed a throwing posture, and as the iron ball was thrown upwards, a scarlet eye cracked open on its surface, coldly scanning everything in the theater.

This is his new application of the saint's remains—transferring scanning capabilities to this specially made iron ball. With the help of its rotational force, the scanning range is sufficient to cover the entire theater. This is a technique he has only recently figured out.

A moment later, Jon caught the iron ball as it flew back.

His brow furrowed in anger, for Happy was now the only survivor in the theater; the rest... like the charred figures on the surrounding walls, had turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Inside a private hospital owned by the Stark Group.

"I don't like fortune cookies because they're fake. They look like they're made in China, and they sound like they are, but they also sound like they're American, so they're hollow, full of lies, and leave a disgusting taste in your mouth."

"And my disciples have just destroyed another cheap knock-off Chinatown theater in America. Mr. President, I know this must be frustrating, but the season of attacks is coming to an end. Don't worry, we have more to offer you."

The television screen began to flicker incessantly. Eventually, the signal hijacking ended, and the channel returned to normal. However, the expressions of the people in front of the television were remarkably uniform: extremely gloomy.

In the dimly lit hospital room, Tony's face looked particularly grim in the light from the television. He took several deep breaths before speaking, "At this time every day, Happy should be at home watching Downton Abbey, not lying in a hospital bed with tubes in his mouth and IV drips constantly in his body."

"Don't worry." Jon raised his hand to lower the brim of his white hat, glanced at the equally furious Sheriff George, and said in a deep voice, "I'll catch him."

"Well... I've been here so many times." He shrugged helplessly and said self-deprecatingly, "I just had some barbecue, that's enough."

"Ugh."

Sheriff George didn't say much. He patted Jon on the shoulder, then silently opened the door and left. Actually, he was just there to find out what was going on. For transnational criminals like this, the police simply couldn't handle them.

With a click, the door closed softly. Hearing this sound, the gloom on Jon and Tony's faces lessened slightly. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, the two quickly walked to Happy's bedside.

"So, kid, are you going to perform one of those prop magic tricks again?" Tony wasn't a Stand user, and his irregular lifestyle over the years had resulted in his mental strength not being up to par, so he naturally couldn't see the Stand.

"Alright, one day I'll develop glasses that will allow me to see that thing. Now, can you begin your 'magical resurrection' technique? Like the way you treated me before?"

"Those are two different things, but... Crazy Diamond!" Jon shouted, materializing Crazy Diamond with a true copy.

The stand-in Crazy Diamond reached out and gently touched Happy.

The next second, in Jon's eyes, Happy's body immediately shone with golden light, instantly healing all his injuries.

At the same time, Crazy Diamond touched Tony, instantly restoring him to his energetic state.

Tony was no longer the man with dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, and a look that suggested he was completely drained; instead, he was radiant with energy.

"Wow!" Tony exclaimed, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty. Just now, he had felt an indescribable strange sensation, as if he had suddenly become 20 years younger.

At that moment, Happy, who was lying on the hospital bed, made a slight movement, a sign that he was about to wake up.

Seeing this, Tony immediately took matters into his own hands and pulled out all the tubes inserted into Happy's body to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable once he regained consciousness.

Although they are boss and subordinate, Tony and Happy have known each other for twenty years. Even when Happy is angry and yells at Tony for unreasonable demands, neither of them takes it seriously.

Happy would also be the first to shield Tony in times of danger, regardless of whether Tony was wearing the Iron Man suit or not, he would bravely crash into him in his Rolls-Royce when Whiplash was wielding his lightning whip.

Their relationship had long transcended that of superior and subordinate; they were buddies, brothers. For Happy, Tony was his best friend, and vice versa.

So removing the catheter shouldn't be a problem, right? Jon frowned, turned away with a look of disgust, and the next second, Happy cried out in pain and opened his eyes abruptly.

"Ugh! That's disgusting." Tony wiped his hands on Happy's hospital gown with a look of disgust, but couldn't hide his delight. "Happy? Are you alright?"

Although the man's face still held lingering anger, he used his hands, which had just had the tubes removed, to hold Happy's big face and asked with great concern.

"It's alright... but what does your hand smell like?" Happy propped himself up, a surprised expression on his face.

He clenched his fists in confusion, opened his mouth wide, and blurted out, "Damn it, I'm actually healed? Why?"

"Did you spend a fortune to hire a wizard from Hogwarts to treat me? Is that right, Tony?"

"Uh...more or less." Tony was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the guy's erratic thinking. He could only help him lie down again and instructed, "You'll have to stay in the hospital for the time being."

"Secrecy?" Happy glanced at Jon Snow, who stood a short distance away with his arms crossed, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Jon saved me, right?"

Tony glanced back, nodded earnestly, and, true to his character, was unlikely to say thank you, but the nod was his way of acknowledging it.

"I knew it, he's reliable." Happy looked at Jon's tall and strong back and said with emotion, "He really is reliable, always helping people in need at crucial moments, even though he doesn't look like a good person."

"But Tony, he's really reliable, you know? It's like when a white trench coat suddenly appears in my sight amidst a sea of ​​fire."

"Okay, okay, I know, Happy. You've said it several times already. Your job now is to rest. I'm giving you a month off."

Tony patted Happy's big belly with a grin, but when he turned around, his face instantly darkened. He walked out without saying a word, looking like he wanted to hit someone.

Seeing this, Jon twitched his nose, smelling the medicinal scent in the air, and also seemed to detect a strong anger emanating from Tony. That guy!

Is Tony going to do something stupid? Damn it, no, he's going to do something stupid! No way!

Before Jon could even speak to stop him, Tony turned around and pointed at him in an extremely serious tone, saying, "Don't stop me, okay? I'm Iron Man, kid."

As soon as he finished speaking, a car key was tossed into the air and caught by Jon. When he looked at it, he realized it was the key to Tony's incredibly cool Ferrari.

Tony just bought this car, and you're just giving it to him like this?

"Wait, did he give it to me? No! He's stalling for time!"

Jon felt insulted by money and turned his head sharply. In the instant he was stunned, Tony's figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor. Suddenly, his heart sank.

"Shit! This guy knew I couldn't drive, and he still gave me car keys!"

He quickly ran to the elevator and pressed the button, but the display showed a message that he did not have enough permissions. Clearly, someone had blocked all his permissions in order to prevent him from taking the elevator.

"Jarvis, let me down!" Jon shouted excitedly at a camera. "Tony's going to do something stupid, I'm going to stop him, okay!"

A blue light shone from the camera, and a cold, emotionless voice echoed down the corridor. Jarvis said curtly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yovik, this is Tony's order. He instructed me to delay you as much as possible. So, I apologize."

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"Damn it!" He clenched his fist.

Skye isn't around now; she's gone to handle the on-site investigation. The elevator's closed. Could it be...? Jon glanced at the stairs beside him, a troubled expression on his face, but finally gritted his teeth and rushed down.

When he rushed downstairs, he saw Tony in the middle of the crowd, wearing sunglasses and trying to hide the anger in his eyes, but the rage in his voice was already undisguised: "I want to give the Mandarin a holiday greeting. Now listen to me, my name is Tony Stark, and I'm not afraid of you. Not only that, I also know you're a coward."

"So, I've decided, you're dead. I promise I'll collect your body; it's not about politics, it's not about anything else, it's just pure revenge. Only one of us can live this Christmas!"

Jon's pupils contracted, and he used his superior physical strength to squeeze to the front. Just as he was about to cover Tony's mouth, he heard another voice say, "My house is at 10880 Malibu Port, zip code 90265. If you're a man, my door is always open for you. Got it?"

Tony, still seething with anger, looked up to see Jon staring at him with a look that seemed to say, "Are you crazy?" He then casually retrieved the Ferrari keys he had just thrown away.

"Thanks, kid, for keeping the key for me for so long. Remember to come over, your aunt misses you."

Not only that, but in order to get away, this guy used the word "aunt" to successfully divert the reporters' attention to Jon, silencing the swear word he almost blurted out.

"Are you Pepper Potts' nephew? Jon Yovik?" All the reporters reacted this way, and then swarmed forward, bombarding them with a barrage of questions.

"you!"

Jon's eyes, hidden beneath his hat brim, burned with rage. He raised his head, his scarlet eyes coldly sweeping around before finally locking onto a man who had practically shoved a cell phone camera into his mouth.

"Look, everyone! This is Pepper Potts' nephew, look at that physique..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Jon snatched his phone and, in front of everyone, gently squeezed it. The next second, a burst of excited screams erupted from the crowd.

"I'll pay you back." Jon slapped the wrecked phone back into the man's hand, pushed through the crowd, and walked out with a grim expression.