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

Jon stood in front of the closed iron gate, looking up at the surveillance camera flashing red light.

"Skye, open the door," he shouted into the camera.

But after three seconds, the door remained completely still.

"What the hell?" he said, scratching his head in frustration.

But Jon forgot that even if Skye had eight legs, she couldn't keep up with his speed.

Moreover, it also requires completing a series of operations such as going upstairs, turning on the computer, and hacking into the system.

This process didn't take as long as Jon had imagined.

"Alright." Jon realized his mistake at this point. "That was completely unnecessary."

He made a self-deprecating remark, then pointed to the iron gate in front of him and shouted:

"Star Platinum!"

"Euro!"

With a deafening roar, Platinum Star's iron fist slammed into the iron gate.

With a bang, the heavy metal door was instantly blasted open by Platinum Star's cannon fist.

"Hmm." Jon whistled and gracefully stepped over the ruins.

Shortly after he went in, a speeding Rolls-Royce also rushed in through the same iron gate.

Inside the car, Pepper clung tightly to a red metal box, screaming incessantly.

Happy, the driver, was excited as he drove against traffic on the turbulent track.

At this moment, the cheers had been replaced by piercing screams.

He looked up and saw that the stadium was already in complete chaos.

"Looks like it was that guy from Vanke who made the move."

Jon frowned slightly, and increased his speed by another three points.

He was genuinely afraid that the ignorant Russian would destroy Aja Redstone.

Just as Jon was running, a black Rolls-Royce roared past him.

As if they were telepathically connected, Pepper inside the car and Jon outside the car looked at each other at the same time.

Pepper's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Jesus! Joan—"

Before he could finish speaking, the car had already sped past Jon.

"Was that Pepper who just passed by?"

Jon frowned and quickened his pace to get to the center of the chaos.

The place was a mess.

The scene was in complete chaos, and Tony, who was powerless to fight, was being mocked and toyed with by Vanke.

Vanke's wielding of the electric whip is nothing short of masterful.

It's hard to imagine that he's actually a Russian, rather than a member of some Union Jack.

Pepper rushed onto the field, and Jon immediately followed.

There was a loud bang!

Happy rammed into Vanke, who immediately groaned and passed out.

"Are you alright?" Happy asked, panting.

"It's nothing," Tony replied casually, but his gaze fell on Jon.

"Hey kid, what are you doing in Monaco?"

"I'm looking for something very important."

Jon bypassed him and went straight to the race car that had been split in half.

"Why don't you ask the great Tony Stark for help?"

Even now, Tony, who has narrowly escaped death, still has the mind to make jokes.

But Pepper wasn't having it, and she screamed in despair:

"Tony, are you crazy?! And Jon! You two! Get in the car right now! Now!"

"Coming." Jon quickened his pace, rummaging through the wreckage.

"Now! Immediately!" Pepper's voice almost pierced eardrums.

"Oh my God..." Tony muttered as he walked toward the car door, "That's so embarrassing."

"Kid, forget about that pile of junk, I'll—"

As Tony spoke, he opened the car door, and suddenly, an electric whip lashed down!

"Whoa!" Tony jumped back abruptly. "Give me the box!!!"

Jon ignored Tony's life or death behind him, because he had already pulled out Aja's redstone.

He picked up the gemstone and held it up to the sunlight to examine it closely.

You can see the light refracting back and forth inside the crystal, but in the end, the light can never converge into a single point.

"It's not a perfect Aja Redstone." Jon sighed in relief, turning to look at Vanke. "Now, it's time to deal with the trouble."

"Hey, you pig over there." Jon snapped his fingers dismissively.

When Vanke looked over, Jon reached out and flicked the redstone at his forehead.

Look here.

"Okay, okay."

Vanke's temples bulged with veins, and his electric whip instantly changed direction, striking Jon.

"They took the bait after all." Jon's eyes narrowed.

He then raised his hand and scattered the metal fragments he had just collected from the race car wreckage.

"Metallic Ripple Dash!"

Jon used Ripple to connect countless metal fragments together, forming a sturdy shield.

The next second, Vanke's whip lashed out.

With a sizzling sound, the whip was violently bounced back the instant it struck the shield.

Metal fragments clattered to the ground, while Vanke took two steps back in astonishment.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, Jon Snow struck Joseph Joestar's classic pose, pointing his finger directly at him:

"Your next sentence is—"

"That's impossible! How could a pile of scrap metal possibly stop my attack?!"

"This is impossible," Vanke muttered to himself, staring at his whip. "How could a pile of scrap metal stop it..."

His eyes suddenly widened. "What?!"

"You bastard!" Vanke roared, raising his arm, only to find a tremendous force coming from it.

"Um?"

He turned around with difficulty and saw that the gauntlets of the Iron Man suit had already clamped his wrists tightly.

"Thanks, kid. I'll definitely send you an invitation to my birthday party."

Tony's flippant voice came from beneath the visor.

Vanke's pupils constricted; he understood.

That kid just deliberately provoked me to buy Tony time to put on his suit!

"You reacted pretty quickly."

Tony sneered, slamming his right fist into Vanke's face, and then ripping off the reactor from his chest with his left hand.

"Ugh..." Vanke cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

At this point, some police officers who arrived late stepped forward and finally arrested Vanke.

Jon walked up to Tony and said:

"Looks like you've gotten yourself into big trouble."

The suit's faceplate snapped open, and after a few seconds of silence, Tony suddenly laughed:

"Let me give you a piece of advice, kid. Life is like an arc reactor. You have to blow yourself half to death before you can learn how to shine."

"Glowing?" Jon looked him up and down. "Your head is definitely about to glow."

"I suggest Jarvis turn up the air conditioning on his suit, so it'll be cooler when he goes bald."

After saying that, he picked up the red stone, turned around, and left.

Tony's face darkened.

You know, he's always the one who's sarcastic and critical of others, but who would have thought that this time he'd be the one being sarcastic and critical?

Besides, have I really lost a lot of hair?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his hairline, and immediately froze when he touched the sparse hair roots.

"Boss?" Happy came running up, panting.

"Tsk, I still really hate that kid." Tony muttered incoherently.

"what?"

"It's nothing, happy."

On the other side, just as Jon stepped out of the arena, a beautiful woman in a red dress walked towards him.

However, Jon had already recognized who this person was; it was none other than Natasha, who had been lying in wait.

This person is troublesome, I thought to myself.

He subtly adjusted his steps, trying to walk around her.

However, the other party precisely blocked his path.

"Mr. Jon?" She extended her hand, her red lips curving slightly upward. "I am Natalie. Ms. Pepper sent me to see you."

Jon paused almost imperceptibly.

He lowered his gaze to the outstretched hand, which didn't look like the hand of a secret agent at all.

After a brief silence, Jon reached out and shook his hand.

"Hello there."