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

Chapter 188 Cargo Ships Floating High in the Sky

Inside the Long Island villa, Jon was furious, punching Skye's training sandbags repeatedly. Three broken sandbags lay on the ground beside him, a testament to his rage.

It has to be said that Tony's personality can be quite annoying at times, and he always seems to squander other people's good intentions. For example, just now, if there hadn't been reporters present, Jon would have already punched him.

"I mean, I know Tony Stark is annoying, but you don't have to go this far, do you? You've already smashed three punching bags."

On the sofa, Skye, dressed in sports pajamas, sat cross-legged, eating newly bought snacks while typing on the keyboard.

"I'll just buy another one if I break it. But..." Jon punched again, finally stopping, catching his breath, and complained, "If you keep eating like this, you'll lose your abs."

"So what?" Skye shrugged nonchalantly, glancing down at herself; her abs were still clearly defined. "Besides, even if I got as fat as a pig, would you break up with me?"

"Of course not. But I'll make sure you lose weight." Jon's expression softened a bit, and he started hitting the punching bag again. "If you really get as fat as a pig, I'm afraid you'll strangle me."

"Yeah, that's true." Skye grinned, naturally understanding what he meant. He meant that she had to hug him to sleep every night. But he was right, being overweight might indeed make him feel constricted.

"Speaking of which, the weather is getting colder and colder. When will the heating system in this villa be ready?"

"I don't know. I dare not reveal our location right now," Jon replied while hitting the sandbag. "I'm not like Tony. If I blow up the house again, that old geezer Joseph will probably come back to haunt me in my dreams."

"Alright." Skye rubbed her slightly reddened hands; even with her Inhuman physique, she couldn't escape the damp, cold winter air. "Then I'll leave tonight in your care," she said.

Don't get me wrong, it's just for warming your feet. As we all know, women often experience cold hands and feet in winter. This is because in winter, the body needs to protect its internal organs and ensure their blood supply. As more blood flows to the internal organs, the blood supply to the limbs decreases, so they naturally become very cold.

Boys generally have a stronger body temperature than girls. In winter, boys are warm while girls are cool. This is due to metabolism, which is quite complex.

However, having lived together for so long, they were already used to this kind of thing, because even if Jon didn't agree, some wicked guy would still put his feet into his pajamas at night.

All I can say is that the two of them went from being shy about physical contact at the beginning to becoming as close as buddies now that things have calmed down.

"Okay, got it." A hint of helplessness flashed across Jon's face as he felt his anger subside a bit. He stretched his shoulders and continued to complain, "You have no idea how annoying Tony is!"

"That guy shoved the Ferrari keys into my hand, and in the time it took me to realize he was gone! When I found him again, he'd actually given the Mandarin his home address!"

"Mandarin?" Skye closed her laptop, turned around in surprise, and asked while leaning on the sofa, "Killian wasn't... uh, you know." As she spoke, she vividly gestured with her fist to illustrate Jon's angry blow that day, even mimicking the expression on Killian's face after he was knocked away and "died".

"What's with that half-dead look on you?" Jon's eye twitched, and he explained the pros and cons to her again, speechless.

A large organization, like Hydra, cannot be shut down and disbanded simply because Captain America killed Red Skull—that's a dangerous idea.

Putting ourselves in their shoes, the same logic applies to the Ten Rings Gang. No large organization disappears without a reason, unless its leader makes a series of disastrous decisions.

It now seems that Killian probably already had a general plan in mind. As long as his men aren't stupid, they can proceed step by step according to his plan.

The fake Mandarin is making a show of force in the public eye, while the real Mandarin is hiding behind the scenes. Even if something goes wrong, they can simply cut off the American branch of the Ten Rings Gang, which won't affect their influence in the Middle East at all.

"Oh, I see." Skye, seemingly understanding, pulled her hands out of Jon's clothes, rubbed them to warm them up again, and started typing on the keyboard.

Unlike before, this time she had indeed caught the hijacking signal and was working overtime to catch the Mandarin in the act as soon as possible.

Last time, it was confirmed that the Mandarin was in Florida, and this time it's in Miami—it has to be said, he really chose an excellent filming location.

Five minutes later, Jon, who was secretly eating Skye snacks, suddenly heard excited cheers beside him. Before he could react, his chin was turned over.

Skye's excited face loomed larger and larger before he was kissed hard. After what seemed like an eternity, Skye finally released him, pointing to the computer: "I found it!"

"Really? But why did you kiss me? Without my permission? Never mind, business is more important." Jon took a breath, his unfocused gaze refocused, he wiped his mouth haphazardly, and hurriedly looked at the computer.

Incidentally, Skye hacked into the nearby security cameras; it was something that would be easy for her.

It was a villa, surrounded by weeds, looking like it had been abandoned for a long time, but there was a car parked in the backyard, clearly indicating that someone had been there.

"A special forces team will take down this outpost tomorrow. But Tony's provocation of the Mandarin isn't over yet; now the whole world knows he's messed with a madman."

"News, videos, newspapers... they're all reporting on Tony's feat, but apart from Pepper and me, it seems like nobody's worried about him."

"Maybe it's because he's Iron Man? Let's not talk about him." Skye leaned gently on Jon's shoulder and whispered, "Didn't you eat a lot of aggressive food today? Maybe..."

Jon frowned, his gaze sweeping down Skye's face, lingering on her abs for three seconds before he abruptly shook his head and stood up. "Never mind, I'm too tired today. Let's do it another day."

After saying that, he rushed into the bedroom, closed the door quickly, and locked it with a speed that was beyond the reach of ordinary people. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he turned around and saw Skye watching his every move with amusement.

"How...can you get in?!" Jon's eyes widened.

Early in the morning, Jon, dressed in a bathrobe, stood on the balcony, solemnly emphasizing the seriousness of the matter to Pepper, who had just woken up, and repeatedly ordering her to take Tony away from their home in Malibu!

"Don't worry, I'll tell him, Jon," Pepper replied.

"I hope so." Jon hung up the phone helplessly, lit a cigarette silently, and smoked it with a worried expression.

He knew that Pepper's love-struck mind wouldn't be able to persuade the stubborn Tony Stark, because Iron Man would never admit defeat.

He had only taken two puffs when two long, slender fingers with black nail polish snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and the culprit even took a puff himself.

"Hey, Skye." Jon looked annoyed; this cigarette...this was his cigarette! But then, remembering something, he sighed and said tactfully, "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, and smoking a little is fine. But...this is the cigarette I just lit."

"What does it matter?" Skye exhaled a puff of smoke and shrugged nonchalantly. "You're my boyfriend, we live together, we share a bed, a sofa, a sink, and a table."

"I know, but... okay, okay." After listening, Jon felt that what the other person said made some sense, but something still felt off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "You're right, it's my problem."

"By the way, did Natasha mention the Red House to you? Did she destroy it?"

Skye stubbed out her cigarette, shook her head and thought for a moment, her voice a little hoarse: "It seems we're stuck at a crucial step. She didn't say exactly what, but she mentioned it casually a few days ago."

"Understood." Jon suddenly remembered something, grinned, and dialed a number. Three seconds later, the call connected, and he said, "Captain, do you need backup?"

"Of course you need it, Jon."

"My God, you have no idea what I saw." Steve's incredulous voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding like he had seen a little monster protecting the Earth and beating up Ultraman.

"A flying fortress?" Jon frowned slightly, sensing something was off in his tone, and probed, "Or did you see Ultraman? It can't be anything more outrageous, can it?"

"In fact," Steve looked out the window at the cruise ships floating above the clouds with an incredulous gaze, and nodded deeply, "they're pretty much the same."

"I thought that after I thawed, there wouldn't be anything stranger in the world, but today I saw something that you absolutely can't imagine. Anyway, I've sent you the photos."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a photograph came through. Intrigued, Jon switched the phone to speakerphone, quickly opened the photo, and his mouth dropped open. He murmured, "This is gravity..."

"Jon, do you know how that thing floats in the sky?" Steve's hearing was excellent, and he immediately caught the faint sound. He hurriedly asked, "The scientists at S.H.I.E.L.D. said they have a few reasonable hypotheses."

Jon smirked. As someone who knew a little about everything, he understood the subtext all too well. He scoffed, "A few reasonable conjectures? Heh, scientists always use that phrase to brush things off when they're confused. It's perfectly normal."

"But... okay, I do know the reason. It's gravity, a rare anti-gravity element with an extremely high atomic number. It can... uh, never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

"Simply put, this thing doesn't have a solid form, but it will solidify into a physical entity after being struck by lightning, and then it will release a random gravitational field, changing gravity. That's all there is to it."

In fact, Jon Snow's deep understanding of gravity stems from the fact that the SPW Foundation had conducted specialized research on it.

The SPW consortium spent ten years searching twelve large mines before finding even a small amount of gravity element.

Their research process went smoothly, but they almost had an accident during transportation. It was this accident that made all the scientists realize the truth.

Gravity is an element that can be solidified by electric current, while insulating materials can eliminate its gravitational field. In other words, all you need to deal with gravity is a plastic box.

So Jon decisively asked for some, and the SPW built him a gravity training room, the raw material of which was gravity.

However, he no longer needs to, because his body seems to have reached its limit, and no matter how much he trains, he can't improve, let alone catch up with Platinum Star.

Over time, the training room fell into disuse and was turned into a game room.

"By the way, Captain, don't touch it yet. This thing is very dangerous," Jon warned at the end of the call. "Once activated, it could devour people; it's extremely dangerous."

"OK, got it. Thanks, Professor Yovik," Steve said jokingly before hanging up.

Gravity...something's not right," Jon sensed something was amiss.

According to his understanding, the gravity required to make a huge cargo ship float in the air would be at least the size of a basketball, which is no small amount.

You should know that the SPW Foundation searched for so many years before finding a piece that was about the size of two fists, and they even took a part of it themselves.

But now? The captain and his team have discovered so much gravity on a cargo ship floating in the sky?

Is that correct?

According to the academic community, the scientists at S.H.I.E.L.D. were clearly unaware of this element, and only two scientists in the scientific community have proposed related conjectures, one of whom is Dr. Hall, Fitz's teacher.

So, if it weren't for Dr. Hall, what other massive organization in the world would have the resources to understand gravity and collect it? The answer is self-evident.

It's Hydra, absolutely Hydra. You have to understand, Hydra is such a troublesome organization that only inherited a part of the Nazi regime at its peak. Although the other parts are not of one mind with Hydra, they will cooperate.

For example, CyberTech, a company that had been relatively unknown before, suddenly rose to prominence after the Battle of New York, and by the time people realized what was happening, it had become a behemoth.

Moreover, you can tell what it's researching just by its name. That's right, it's about cybernetic prosthetics, and the technology is exceptionally mature, as if it has evolved from crawling to running in an instant, leaping forward by countless years.

It is well known that a certain country had very advanced prosthetic technology during World War II.

In fact, many companies now have Hydra's shadow behind them, which is why Fury dares not act rashly.

If they cannot wipe them out in one fell swoop, these rats will lie dormant and occasionally pop up to disgust you.

"Jon, where are my pants?" Skye's voice came from the bedroom. Clearly, the guy who'd left his clothes lying around couldn't find them again. "Can't you come help me?"

Okay, I'm pondering potential future crises, and you, on the other hand, ask me to help you find clothes. Typical Skye.

"Here it comes." Jon rolled his eyes, muttered to himself, and went into the bedroom to help search.

Given Skye's increasingly assertive personality since becoming a special agent, if she doesn't help now... well, that's not good; she might face retaliation.

All I can say is that she is indeed a woman destined to become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future; her domineering nature seems to be ingrained in her bones. However, it seems that things can't work without her managing things.

Skye deserves some credit for preventing Jon from causing major trouble.

"You know what? We might have to go on missions to space from now on." Jon picked up a pair of briefs with a look of disgust and threw them into the laundry basket, then turned to say, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has discovered gravity."

"Sounds like something I don't understand," Skye shrugged, well aware of her limited knowledge. "But, is this thing used for researching spaceships?"

"You're right."

Jon stood up, threw the pants he had just found over, and gave Skye a thumbs-up for her cleverness with a knowing look.

"This is a shortcut. By modifying the Zephyr or the Quinjet and adding gravity, they can travel in space. However..."

He sighed. Now that he thought about it, did Fury really not know about gravity? He probably did, but he wouldn't say anything about things he shouldn't know, and instead locked them away in that little box.

It was a sophisticated device containing holographic projections and an information database, which no one could open without authorization; it contained all of Fury's secrets.

It will only be handed over to the next Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson, who will then pass it on to Skye in the future, and Skye will then pass it on to the next person.

"Let's not talk about it." Jon shook his head. This wasn't something he should worry about; he could just leave it all to Fury. "Hopefully, Coulson can catch the Mandarin."

"Hopefully he'll bring some snacks," Skye added, earning a strange look from Jon. She shrugged and said, "What's wrong with having snacks during a mission? I have plenty hidden in my arm guards."

Jon rolled his eyes, pulled up his pants, looked at Skye in front of him, and after a long while, finally said, "Skye, you're no longer the little girl playing role-playing games downstairs at Stark Tower. You're 22 years old, and a Level 4 agent."

"What? No!" Skye pulled on her shirt and retorted without thinking, "I only did it once, okay! Wait, you're criticizing me now?"

"Alright, I concede." Jon raised his hands in a French military salute, smiled, and remarked, "Old man Joseph probably never imagined I'd be living this kind of life."

"I hadn't thought about it either." Skye chuckled, patted his cheek, turned around, gestured with her eyes, and said casually, "T..."

"Help me tie it, Jon."

"Okay, it feels like we're walking down the aisle ahead of schedule," Jon sighed resignedly, reaching out to fasten the buttons on her shirt. "Don't you feel that way too?"

Upon hearing this, Skye turned around with a slightly ambiguous expression, looked him up and down with an incredulous look, and joked, "Hey, my big boy, you don't want to propose to me at a time like this, do you? To be honest, we need to pick a more romantic occasion."

"Of course not," Jon blurted out, his expression immediately freezing. Seeing Skye's smile suddenly turn to ice, he quickly added, "I didn't mean I don't want to get married! I meant... it's not the right time yet, I'm a little..."

"Stop." Skye manually muted the tongue-tied person, her tone incredibly serious. "I understand what you mean, no need to say more, I get it."

After saying that, Skye left the room without looking back, leaving Jon standing there bewildered. After a long while, he shrugged and muttered, "What happened?"

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