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

Chapter 192 The Fate Implied by the Emperor Card

"Are you telling the truth, Jon?!"

Coulson turned sharply to ask, only to see a chilling smirk on Jon's face.

He instantly understood Jon's intention and a similar smile appeared on his face.

"Of course it's fake," Jon said, pointing at the man touching his nose with a mocking smile, "but a fool fell for it, heh heh, how amusing."

"Come with me, Holmes. You should know I mean no harm, otherwise you would be dead already. Come on, don't stay in the kitchen."

Holmes gritted his teeth and stared intently at Jon's back with a look that seemed to want to devour him alive.

The outline of the emperor's double flashed in his hand, but after thinking about it, he ultimately did not pull the trigger.

"Dio's son! Damn it!" He angrily put away his stand, sighed deeply, and strode after him.

In the alley, Jon crossed his arms and waited quietly for Holmes. He knew that the cowboy wouldn't run away this time, absolutely not. Why? It was purely a gut feeling.

Sure enough, a moment later, Holmes appeared at the end of the alley, having changed his clothes. He walked over aggressively, pointed at Jon, and was about to speak.

"I'm sorry," Jon said calmly.

These words might sound unremarkable to others, but they were enough to shock Holmes, because it was a long-awaited apology; it was twenty years late.

"Apologize? What are you going to offer as an apology?"

Holhos clenched his fists, and the anger in his heart instantly ignited the little bit of courage that had just risen.

He grabbed Jon by the collar and yelled, "Why should you apologize?!"

"Dio's brat! Your father's long dead, do you think he can scare me anymore! Let me tell you, no way! Only the weak are trapped in the past, I've long since moved on!"

Coulson was about to step forward to stop him, but Jon raised his hand to block him, giving him a look that this was none of his business; it was his responsibility, not Coulson's.

"Do you still have nightmares?" Jon glanced at the three watches on Holmes's wrist, a hint of apology appearing on his usually cold face. "Holmes?"

Holmes's breathing suddenly quickened. His newly formed courage was shattered by that familiar tone—that deep, melodious voice, that cold face… Damn it!

Yes, all these years, he has been tormented by that man Dio; in his dreams, it is a terrible nightmare.

Whenever he dreams of the past, he always breaks out in a cold sweat.

The man in his dream, exuding an eerie aura, commanded him in that strangely calming yet extremely dangerous tone: "Go and wipe out the Joestar family!!"

Although that guy is dead, in his memories and nightmares, this terrifying creature still dominates him with fear.

He consulted psychologists all over the world, but to no avail!

"I told you so!" Holmes roared in fury, his mental power surging wildly, pink flames erupting from his body. "Only weaklings get stuck in the past!!!"

"Really?" Jon slapped Holmes's hand away with lightning speed, gripping his right wrist firmly with his other hand. His expression was serious as he said in a deep voice, "Then why are you wearing three watches? Are you trying to confirm something?"

"Holmes, I sincerely apologize to you for my scumbag father. I know he caused you immense harm. But... I'm in this city on important business. Now, can you tell me if the saint's remains are with you?"

"As expected of Dior's son! You've only said a few words, and you've already revealed your true intentions!"

Holmes's lips curled into a mocking smile. He looked up, about to utter a few sarcastic remarks, but froze when he met those incredibly serious eyes.

The pair of scarlet eyes before me, though identical to Dior's, held not a trace of scheming, but only sincere apology and deep human warmth.

Although their eyes are practically identical, what they contain is completely different. For some reason, Hormone was able to...

Those eyes reflect the images of countless people...

"I see?" The seasoned cowboy grinned, casually adjusting his hat, and frankly admitted, "I've never heard of the saint's remains you mentioned, that's the truth."

"Yes, I believe you." Jon nodded, reached into his wallet, took out a bank card, and solemnly handed it to Holmes. "This is my apology; please accept it. I also want to thank you; really, thank you."

"Hmph, what I did back then was what I should have done. After all, I'm the best man in the world when it comes to women. Hahahaha," Holmes said with a relieved smile, taking the bank card without hesitation and turning to leave gracefully.

"If I'm not mistaken..." Coulson crossed his arms, smiled, and turned to the side, asking, "Is all the money you've earned from drawing comics so far in that card?"

"Who cares? Besides, it's something I owe him." Jon smiled too.

This action was not actually to repay Dio's debt, but to thank Horus for saving Dio's mother in Dio's castle years ago.

If it weren't for this man who was the best to all the women in the world, who rushed all the dying women in the castle to the hospital before escaping, he probably wouldn't have been born.

Giorno and the others would not be born; they would all die in Dio's castle.

It's important to know that Holmes was already severely injured back then, covered in wounds and with an old head injury, yet he still managed to rescue the surviving women time and time again while Jotaro and the others were fighting Dio.

In other words, Jon owed this guy a life from birth, and all his brothers owed this guy a life.

A paltry sum of money is not enough to repay such a great favor.

After all, it was a life-saving favor, which is why he was so lenient with this unruly cowboy; otherwise, he would have beaten him up with Star Platinum long ago.

"I knew it." Coulson looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes full of satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder. "That's just like you."

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Jon asked, turning his head with a hint of suspicion as he stared at Coulson's face. "What a coincidence?"

Coulson felt Jon's death stare and smiled. In truth, this stare was nothing like Fury's murderous and resentful one.

"I'm here to find Tony Stark. And you? Here for tourism? Really? In a place like this?"

He glanced around at the appalling surroundings and infrastructure, then looked back with the same suspicious gaze, signaling to Jon that it was time to explain his purpose.

"I've come to find the remains of a saint..." Jon took a deep breath and explained his origins and purpose to Coulson in detail.

He went over it again and emphasized the danger of the situation.

"A criminal? What criminal?"

Coulson's face also turned serious, and he fell into deep thought. But clearly, he wasn't the type to let his mind wander, so he couldn't imagine who it was referring to.

"Loki? Arthur Harlow? Destroyer? Red House?" He shrugged; these were the only names that came to mind.

"Don't joke around. First of all, there must be clues in this city, and..."

Jon paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Holhorse in the distance, and said thoughtfully, "There might be many more Stand users."

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"By the way, you said you're here to see Tony, right? You don't know his current location, so why don't you help me find some clues? First, I've heard two rumors."

"The first one, a worker nicknamed 'Rat,' went missing a week ago while repairing the underground drainage system. That's nothing to worry about, but..."

Jon's expression turned serious, and his tone unconsciously became earnest as he began to recount the second story he had heard from the bartender.

This story is very strange: it's understandable that a homeless person would go on a spending spree after receiving a large sum of money, since it's normal for poor people to suddenly become rich and engage in retaliatory spending.

The unusual thing is that after buying a building, this guy went to a casino and squandered money like crazy, as if he hated money. Then, after a day of extravagant spending, he disappeared.

It's like making a pact with the devil: you get one day to experience the life of the rich, but at the end of the day, your soul belongs to the devil. That's the feeling the story gives you.

"It sounds like the devil's trick." Coulson pondered for a moment, arriving at the same conclusion as Jon. "But the strange thing is..."

"There's no trace of Ghost Rider in this city," Jon continued, picking up where Coulson left off.

This was the strangest part. The two gave each other a high five and began searching using S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database.

Sure enough, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database also recorded this suspicious incident, and the agent in charge of the investigation was an acquaintance—Hydra's Sitwell.

The two continued their investigation and discovered in Sitwell's investigation log that the last place the homeless man, Chad Hewitt, went was a large casino called Burroughs.

"Now we have all the necessary information. We need to see how this guy disappeared into thin air—was he teleported, or was he abducted by aliens? Then we'll know for sure," Jon concluded.

"But how are we supposed to see it? Check the casino's security footage?" Coulson asked, catching up with him.

"It's Moody Blues." Jon turned around, his face radiating unusual confidence, his tone calm yet resolute. "That's right, I'm going to use melancholic blues to get to the bottom of this!"

After all, taking the long way is the real shortcut!

the other side.

"Hey, hothead, wanna have some fun? Just you and me? Haha, let's go!!"

Tony, his hands cuffed behind his back, forced a mocking expression as he shouted, but the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Seeing that the Extremis warrior was truly enraged and charged towards him, Tony didn't hesitate for a moment. He turned and ran, his speed comparable to that of a 100-meter sprinter.

His Iron Man suit is now malfunctioning; it won't charge, and Jarvis is out of contact. In other words, he has to rely on himself for now!

On the city street, the surrounding crowd let out a series of numb screams before scattering like birds, leaving Tony alone hiding behind the car, watching everything in front of him with suspicion and uncertainty.

But the thought of his armor being unable to supply power triggered his anxiety again—a lingering effect of the Battle of New York, which he still didn't understand why he had suddenly developed.

Banner had told him that this was post-traumatic stress disorder, a complex psychological illness that could only be cured slowly with life and time, and that human intervention was basically impossible.

"Damn it." Tony slumped to the ground, grabbing snowflakes and pressing them to his face, trying to calm the surging anxiety.

But this is clearly useless.

"Hey! You bastard!" A sharp shout pierced Tony's ears. He froze, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes, before hurriedly standing up.

What comes into view is a head of flowing blond hair and a muscular physique. The person is wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater and a brown jacket, which slightly reduces the imposing presence of their physique, but only to a part of it.

Standing beside him was an old acquaintance, a man with a slightly balding head, a polite smile on his face, and well-built muscles honed through years of training beneath a sharp suit.

"Wow! Shit!" Tony's eyes widened as if he had seen a savior, and he let out a strange cry.

"Leave the one in front to me." Jon's body ignited with a purple aura, and he casually raised his hand and pointed behind him. "You take care of the one behind."

"Leave it to me."

Coulson nodded, pretending not to notice the Extremis warrior's movements behind him, then suddenly turned around and sent the Ripple bubble he had gathered in his hand crashing into the warrior at an extremely fast speed!

"Ripple Dash!!!"

"So capable? Teeth ACT2!!!"

Jon's gaze swept over the large tree beside him, and a golden rectangle instantly formed in his eyes. A fingernail fell off and circled around him.

His fingers began to spin rapidly.

With a whoosh, the fingernail shot out with perfect proportions, superhuman speed, and destructive power.

"Fingernails?" The Extremis scoffed, thinking that as long as he raised his body temperature according to the intelligence, this guy wouldn't be able to do anything to him!

But the next second, a car suddenly crashed into him! Upon closer inspection, there was a bullet hole that was spinning continuously on the car body.

That's right, Jon knew that the Jedi had a way to counter his Claws, but the solution was simple: instead of attacking him directly with the Claws, he would use them on other objects, and that trick would be easily broken.

In just a few seconds, the Extremis warrior, who was originally quite troublesome in Tony's eyes, was dealt with by Jon and Coulson in no time.

After all, these guys have very poor combat intelligence. When they fight, all they do is raise their body temperature and then charge like bulls, hurting people with high temperatures. Their effect is very limited and they are not very useful.

"You two were following me?" Seeing that the matter was resolved, Tony stood up from behind the car, his expression awkward, and took the initiative to confront him. "That's illegal."

"Ha, following a dead man?" Jon Snow's lips curled into a sneer as he retorted mercilessly. "Didn't I see clearly just now? Isn't this our lone hero, Mr. Tony Stark?"

"Damn it." Tony rolled his eyes, but the anxiety on his face miraculously vanished, and he completely relaxed. "Hey, we've been apart for ages, kid, can't you pull that sullen face off a bit?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the two of them. Although he spoke harshly, his expression clearly showed relaxation and joy, and there was a feeling that he wanted to hug them.

"Sorry, no hugs needed." Jon raised his hand to stop Tony from getting closer, his teasing expression undisguised. "I'm saving my hugs for my future wife."

"Kid, do you know what you should be doing right now?" Tony slapped the snow off his shoulder, gritting his teeth as he said, "That is, shut your damn mouth!"

After saying that, Tony gave Jon a retaliatory hug. He looked up and was met with a look of disgust on Jon's face. Instantly enraged, Tony blurted out, "What's with that look?!"

"Hey, Mr. Stark, is this your friend?"

Suddenly, a slightly childish voice came from the side. The three of them turned to their right in unison and saw a cute little boy running towards them.

Jon's eyes widened slightly, and he nodded as if suddenly realizing something. He said to Tony beside him with certainty, "This must be your new partner, right?"

"I hate to admit it..." Tony seemed quite embarrassed. He had very few people in his life who he had genuinely praised, but this time, "He's great, really great."

Jon nodded and subtly gave Coulson a wink, signaling that the expert at dealing with children should handle the little boy tactfully and not hurt his pride.

After all, Coulson has a special kind of personal charm. Once he gets serious, others will subconsciously believe what he says. In other words, he is an agent with extremely high emotional intelligence and also a master at coaxing children.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Coulson gave a thumbs up. Clearly, someone overlooked one crucial point: people influence each other.

Coulson used to be reliable and steady, but now... even Fury can't say for sure.

It can only be said that Coulson is never ambiguous when it comes to important matters, but it seems that during his adventures with Jon, he was deeply influenced by a certain blond man.

"Hey! Kid, it's dangerous for you to follow us any longer." Coulson pointed, his gesture appearing quite arrogant to outsiders. "A car will come to pick you up and take you home in a bit. Now, enjoy your Christmas."

Jon and Tony rolled their eyes in unison and sighed deeply. Wasn't this guy implying that the child was a burden?

"Go ahead and say it more tactfully, Tony," Joan said curtly to Tony, arms crossed. "Unless you want to see me..."

"I was so scared I cried..."

"Alright, then let your Uncle Tony demonstrate." Tony walked over swaggeringly, shoved aside a slightly bewildered Coulson, and squatted down.

Under the astonished gazes of the two, Tony made the child's almost-crying expression instantly brighten with just a joke, and the two chatted happily.

On the other side, Holmes rubbed the bank card in his hand, a voice in his heart urging him on, but whenever he listened carefully, he felt there was nothing there, only an empty and uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

"Damn it!" He kicked a homeless man to the ground, took a few deep breaths, and rushed towards Joan, muttering to himself, "I took his money! Yes! I took the money, so it's only right that I help him! When I appear out of nowhere, Dio's little brat will definitely look at me with eyes of worship! Hahahaha!!!"

"But what about my mission? Oh well! There's always a way!"

And so, Holmes convinced himself in a way that was almost self-hypnotic. He felt strongly that as long as he followed that kid, he could break free from the nightmare that had plagued him for years!

That is, Dior!!!