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

Chapter 189 The Red Guard and Captain America's Ominous First Encounter

On the Quinjet, Jon was explaining the morning's events to Steve across from him, completely bewildered. To be honest, he still didn't understand what had happened.

"Uh, uh, well... Jon." Steve hesitated several times, seemingly clueless about matters between lovers. "I don't understand these things, but... it's obvious you've upset her."

"Of course I know, Captain, don't ask me how I know." Jon was also annoyed, but he just didn't know the reason. "Because when I left home this morning, Skye didn't kiss me. She didn't kiss me at all, oh my god!"

"I thought you understood everything, after all, you're Captain America, and your educational videos are played in schools."

He mimicked Captain America from the video, perfectly imitating his expressions until Steve covered his face.

"Hey, I'm Captain America. If you mess something up and want to fix it, you have to follow the rules, remember? But what are those rules?"

"Oh my god." Steve rubbed his temples in pain. He had only one thought in his mind:

Finish this mission quickly, get back to Brooklyn, and stay far away from Jon. Don't let him bother you with these strange questions.

God knows what's wrong with this guy this morning? He was so calm and collected before, but as soon as the topic of this morning came up, he started talking non-stop! Ugh!!!

Steve took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the nameless rage within him, but his voice only grew louder until he shouted, "Jon, I sincerely recommend you throw this question at Tony Stark! Because he's the expert in this area, and I'm not! Because I haven't been in a relationship for over 70 years!!!! Do you understand?"

"Sorry, Captain." Jon gestured for the grumpy old man to calm down, while giving Natasha a reassuring look. "By the way, what's your plan?"

"The plan is..." Steve's expression was strange, but he still stepped aside, took a suit jacket from a drawer, and handed it to Jon. "This is the plan, didn't you know?"

"Know what?"

Upon hearing this, Jon looked at the suit in front of him, blinked in confusion, glanced at Steve and then at Natasha, his face darkening as he muttered, "Damn it! No way?"

In front of a mysterious Russian prison, inside a Chevrolet, Jon Snow frowned, straightened his tie, and kept sighing. He felt like he was on a sinking ship.

I was feeling bored after resting at home for a few days, so I decided to go out on a long-awaited mission to be more vigilant, but... can anyone tell me why this mission is so unreliable?

Moreover, this simple and crude plan gave him a very familiar feeling, which was very strange, extremely strange, as if Phil Coulson was the one who initiated this mission.

Because only Coulson could come up with such a plan, someone was absolutely certain.

Okay, getting back to the main point, first of all, the Quinjet cannot be used in this mission; that's a last resort. They're not sure if this country has the means to destroy stealth fighters, but they have to be prepared.

So, what does it mean that Jon Snow is the only one among these people who passed the bar exam and speaks fluent Russian, making him the most suitable person to play the lawyer?

Then, after meeting Alexei Shostakov, he blasts open the cell wall and escapes from a prison that doesn't exist? What kind of request is that?!

During this time, Natasha and Steve funded the hiring of the best local pilots and helicopters. Yelena disabled the prison's air defenses, and in the end, they escaped by helicopter.

"Ugh, what a hasty plan." Jon looked in the rearview mirror, sighed deeply, and complained, "This suit...it reminds me of when I was a kid."

"Sigh, whatever, let's begin." Jon sighed, facing Natasha and Yelena in the car, and reluctantly gave the order.

By the way, Steve didn't participate in this mission because his face was too conspicuous. Captain America, after the Battle of New York, who doesn't recognize him?

Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that, frankly, they were able to enter the country this time thanks to Natasha's old connections, through some unknown means—well, I can't go into details.

Therefore, Captain America will only be deployed during the final assault on the Red Room; this trump card cannot be used now.

Inside the prison, Jon Snow, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood coldly, enduring the soldiers searching him for contraband.

Fuck! Damn it! If this bastard touches them any longer, I'm going to take them down with Star Platinum!!! Forget it, I'll use my teeth then, I just need to launch those damn black nails off my hands!!

A while later, Alexei was arm wrestling with his fellow inmate in the interrogation room when he was suddenly brought there by the guards.

As soon as he entered, Alexei sensed something was amiss. It was an intuition; his gut feeling told him something was wrong, like someone holding a knife to his lower back... a dangerous aura...

"Who are you?" He stared intently at the man in front of him, who was dressed in a sharp suit but exuded a dangerous aura, and asked in a deep voice.

"I suggest you put down the table you're holding, Alexei Shostakov." Jon turned around, placed his glasses on the table, and introduced himself, "I am Giorno Giovanna."

"Giorono Giovanna? GIOGIO?" Alexei put down the table he was holding up with one hand, thought for a moment, and then sat down, gesturing with his hand to indicate the name. "What are you doing here? I don't have money to hire a lawyer."

"What am I doing here?" Jon put the Red Guard figurine he had been holding on the table, his expression serious, while secretly observing the super soldier.

First, his large belly and deep-set eyes indicate a long history of alcoholism, and the dirt in his ears suggests that he doesn't like to bathe.

Then he was very strong. His jacket had no bloodstains but the lining was bloody, and he had bruises on his face, indicating that this guy had just been in a fight, and it was a one-sided beating, so he was emotionally unstable.

When standing, he leans forward with his arms slightly outstretched, a typical defensive posture, but when talking, he makes exaggerated gestures and is good at using body language.

His defensive posture shows that he distrusts everything. His body language is an attempt to strengthen the persuasiveness of his words, indicating that no one usually trusts him, and he can only rely on his physical presence to gain the trust of others.

Simply put, he was an idealist crushed by the times, who craved applause as much as he craved cheers, simply because he had nothing else.

Therefore, a simple guess is that his first words upon seeing the figure were probably, "Are you a fan of mine?"

Wait a minute? Jon frowned at this thought.

"So..." Alexei's eyes lit up as he picked up the figurine on the table, somewhat excitedly, "You're my fan? Wow, I actually have fans!"

Shit! They really said that! Damn it, sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing!

Upon hearing this, Jon slapped his hand hard on his face. Sometimes, trying to decipher the thoughts of this kind of guy through his micro-expressions is a kind of torture.

At this moment, if being speechless could be considered an award, Jon Snow would be worthy of the Nobel Prize. This is just too much.

"Ahem." Jon coughed twice and stood up. Behind the camera, he quietly tapped the Red Guard figurine and quickly operated his fingers on his watch.

The next second, all the footage in the monitoring room went blank, but it was only temporary. Those guys would be able to restore it in less than a minute. This was an opportunity, their last chance.

"I'm here to take you out, uh," Jon recalled the code Yelena had given him.

It seemed Yelena had instructed him: once you tell Alexei that you are a member of the Thunder Force, he will understand everything.

But this name is too embarrassing! Thunder Special Forces, it sounds like a football team! Should I really tell him? But if I don't, judging from this guy's clenched fists, he probably won't cooperate...

Just as Alexei was about to make his move, Jon uttered that shameful name: "I am a member of the Thunderbolts."

"What??? My God!" Alexei's expression instantly became incredibly interesting as he exclaimed in disbelief, "I really didn't realize you were a woman!"

"No, no wonder you're so beautiful! Ignoring those muscular physiques and your cold face, you're a stunning beauty! Oh my god? Are you kidding me?"

"What do you mean? What nonsense are you spouting?" Jon, taking advantage of the monitor being turned off, didn't hold back and cursed directly, "I'm fucking..."

It's a guy, OK? Fuck you!

"Then why did you say you were from the Thunder Special Forces?" Alexei roared, his voice filled with rage. "Don't you know that's my daughter...that's the name of a girls' soccer team?! Wait!"

"You're the one Yelena sent to rescue me? Oh yeah!!!!!"

"Although I hate to admit I came here to save you, but..." Jon's embarrassment was almost palpable. "You're right, so could you give me a seat?"

After saying that, he showed a button on his watch, indicating that Alexei should move to the left, otherwise the explosion might affect him, and Natasha would kill him.

"I need you to move about three meters to the right, and then cover your fragile, alcoholic ear, Mr. Alexei, understand?"

"Okay, I understand." Alexei's eyes cleared considerably. He nimbly took a few steps back, raised his hands to cover his ears tightly, and then gestured to Jon.

Jon nodded and pressed the detonator on his watch. The next second, a loud bang shook the prison, and a huge gap was blasted open in the sturdy cell wall.

The two shook their heads, and upon hearing footsteps coming from the corridor, they immediately rushed outside without stopping.

"How do we get out of here!" Alexei burst forth with a speed that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It's clear that although his physique changed while in prison, and his strength... well, it seems to have changed too, he's still significantly stronger than the average person.

"Take a plane! Born-Baker is the best pilot we hired around here!" Jon pointed to the plane wobbling in the distance, then to the anti-aircraft guns not far away, and shouted, "Your daughter said she can take care of the anti-aircraft defenses!"

"How do we solve this? This is impossible!" Alexei had just retorted in despair when a rocket slammed into the anti-aircraft gun with a whooshing sound.

Jon's eyes widened. Good heavens, so this is how they deal with anti-aircraft guns? He had thought it would involve infiltration, assassination, or destruction of facilities, but he hadn't expected it to be so brutal and direct.

"Okay, that's settled. Should we get on that plane next...? Wow." Alexei pointed to the wobbling helicopter in the distance, but before he could finish speaking, it crashed onto the top of the prison.

"What?! Alexei, can you shut up?!" Jon was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded. How could the plane just crash on its own?

This is supposed to be the best pilot? He looks like he's drunk, and he crashed his plane?! And it was a helicopter?

"OK, plan changed!" He reacted quickly, turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction of the helicopter crash site. "Our original plan was to escape by plane."

"But the great Born-Baker, with his life, drew the attention of the vast majority of the guards. May his cold soul rest in peace in heaven. Now, we must rely on ourselves!"

Jon and Alexei ran for their lives, bullets whizzing past their heads, until finally they stood panting against the thick prison walls.

"Don't tell me we have to climb up, but then we'll be riddled with bullets," Alexei said, panting heavily and adding a sarcastic remark.

"Of course not." Jon took a deep breath, felt the thickness of the wall, silently took two steps back, and growled, "Star Platinum!"

"Ora!" A powerful, purple figure appeared behind him, clenching his right fist and slamming it down. The punch was like a chopstick piercing tofu, sinking deep into the solid wall built in the frigid Siberian land.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!!!!"

The giant purple fist, like a raging bulldozer, smashed the thick prison walls with a deafening roar.

Moments later, dust filled the air, and all the prison guards gathered around. However, as the smoke gradually dissipated, the prison was already empty, leaving only a huge hole.

On the Quinjet.

"You bastards, I'm fucking free! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

Alexei's wild laughter echoed in the cabin. Steve silently piloted the plane. Natasha and Yelena successfully boarded the plane at the last moment, and the mission was completed.

Clearly, they successfully rescued a moron, a moron named Red Guard, a self-destructive guy who is not only extremely fat but also mentally unstable. Enough already!

"Wow, wow." Alexei closed the hatch, fastened his seatbelt, and looked at Natasha and Yelena across from him with a proud gaze. "I'm so proud of you two."

"If you say another word," Yelena clenched her fists, barely suppressing the urge to punch her sister, and complained, "my fist will make intimate contact with your face! And Natasha, why do you always strike that pose when you land?"

"And when you fight, you hit your own arms and back with your hair. Why is that? You're such a pretentious person."

Natasha's face instantly turned awkward. She glared at Jon, who was looking at her with amusement, before quickly concealing her expression and saying in a low voice, "I'm not one to put on airs! If you say that again, I'll throw you off the plane, understand, Yelena?"

"Unfortunately, you can't do that right now." Yelena proudly showed off her credentials, which were those of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 2 agent.

Clearly, she had been recruited by Fury.

Jon raised an eyebrow, tightened his seatbelt, and looked at the three arguing, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

He really wanted to know who came up with this plan.

A hasty plan, a swift and efficient work style, one step leading to another, incredibly exciting. Despite lacking detailed guidelines, the goal was strangely achieved... This feeling is so familiar.

"Wait, everyone." Jon suddenly realized what was going on and asked in a serious tone, "This plan... wasn't Phil's doing, it was actually mine, right?"

"You finally remembered." Natasha's face finally showed the expression she had been waiting for. "Remember when Daisy got you drunk a few days ago?"

"Daisie got drunk? Oh, you mean..."

Several blurry images flashed through Jon's mind, finally settling on the sofa, where a drunk Skye was holding him, pouring him one drink after another.

Thinking of this, a pained expression immediately appeared on his face. He covered his face and took several deep breaths.

All that remains of my memory of that night are glasses of whiskey and a beautiful face that keeps getting bigger.

That was all he could remember. It seemed like someone had called him that night? There must have been, but before he could think about it, a gasp interrupted his thoughts.

"Hehehe! Isn't that Steve Rogers?" Alexei, with his sharp eyes, spotted Steve, who was seriously piloting the plane, and exclaimed, "Do you remember me? But how come you look so young?"

"Ahem, by the way, hello." Alexei adjusted his posture and said somewhat comically, "I'm a Red Guard, haha, I've wanted to say that for a long time."

"Sorry, I really have no recollection of you." Steve switched the plane to autopilot and walked over.

The two super soldiers, of similar height, stared sharply at each other.

"Really? Remember 1983? I pushed you out the window." Alexei clearly remembered defeating this guy, but the man in front of him seemed younger.

The one he defeated, in my memory, had wrinkles on his face and looked much older than the one in front of me.

He remembered that day very clearly; the Captain America looked a lot like the man in front of him, only a bit older. That guy wasn't the original Captain America that Fury had guessed.

Since the Red Guards aren't so bad at distinguishing between black and white, they naturally wouldn't be unable to tell whether the Black captain or the White captain was mistaken.

"1983? I think I'm still sleeping under the Arctic ice, sir." Steve took a step forward and said in a deep voice, not giving an inch.

"Really? Looking closely, it is true..." Alexei's expression suddenly froze, as if he were drunk.

After a moment, he shook his head. "Hey, what was I going to say? Never mind, it's an old problem of mine, sorry."

Jon frowned.

In his line of sight, a thin figure dressed in a yellow monk's robe stood quietly beside the two of them, staring at him with a helpless expression and a very resentful look in his eyes.

Moreover, no one around her could see her except Jon herself.

She appeared to have used some kind of magic to conceal herself, but the concealment of such magic could not escape the perception of the saint's remains.

Jon blinked rapidly, his face filled with disbelief.

But the moment he saw the Ancient One, he understood everything: Alexei had indeed encountered Captain America, but not the one in the present.

Instead, it's the future Captain America who, after using the Pym Particles to return all the Infinity Stones, chooses to stay in the past and live with Peggy Carter.

Does that mean he didn't choose to stop Thanos in the future? But why? Jon was full of questions.

However, at present, there are two Captain Americas in the current timeline.

One is old, and the other is young. No wonder the Ancient One appeared and made Alexei, that idiot, forget about it or have a blackout whenever it is mentioned in the future.

Finally, the Ancient One glared at him with an unusually stern look, said nothing, opened a portal, and disappeared.

"Damn it."

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