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

night.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the police station corridor, and a man and a woman were talking.

However, none of this had anything to do with Jon Snow. As for why, it was because he was asleep, and sleeping very soundly.

Sudden.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!"

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sheriff George kicked open the iron gate, the metal door slamming against the wall with a bang.

"What the hell?!"

Jon sprang up, Star Platinum appearing behind him, and threw a punch.

"Euro!"

After recognizing who it was, the fist quickly stopped a millimeter away from George's nose.

Jon rolled his eyes and said:

"I didn't know that there was a law in the United States that prohibited people from sleeping in interrogation rooms."

"Of course not, I'm here to announce something."

As George spoke, he placed the five letters of understanding he was holding in front of Jon.

"Although I don't know how you got five guys who couldn't even move to voluntarily sign a letter of understanding, but..."

"Congratulations, kid."

George reluctantly stepped forward, took out his key, and unlocked the handcuffs on Jon's hands.

"Now, you can go with your relatives."

"A relative?" Jon looked surprised. "I thought you were just kidding me."

"I wouldn't joke like that, kid, get up."

Meanwhile, Pepper, who had just finished filling out the forms, was led into the interrogation room by another officer.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw a tall, robust figure slowly stand up from the chair.

Just then, Jon looked up, and their eyes met.

Pepper was startled by Jon's cold gaze; she saw immense ambition in his eyes.

Actually, Jon was still half asleep and his eyes were a little hard to open.

"Jon?" Pepper asked, forcing a smile, her voice filled with disbelief. "Are you really Jon?"

It's no wonder Pepper was so surprised, because she had seen Jon once a long, long time ago.

Back then, he was just a little boy wearing a baseball jacket who was a bit shy when he saw her.

And now, Pepper is looking at the burly man in front of her, who is wearing a black tight-fitting T-shirt and a yellow jacket.

His angular face was half-hidden in shadow, and his red eyes held a deep ambition.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was some kind of villain who had just appeared out of nowhere.

In contrast, what about our Jon Snow?

He was actually observing the relative in front of him.

Jon blinked in confusion. To be honest, he really didn't recognize the relative in front of him.

But looking at the faint freckles on the man's face, Jon found him surprisingly familiar.

Could she really be my relative?

So Jon asked, somewhat suspiciously:

"Who are you?"

"Pepper, your aunt," Pepper replied quickly, looking away.

After saying that, she raised her hand to look at her watch and said somewhat anxiously:

"Jon, can we hurry? I have some things to do tonight."

"As you know, I recently took over as CEO of Stark Industries, so..."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Jon's eyes widened.

Only then did he finally realize what world he had entered; no wonder Pepper looked so familiar to him.

"Pepper Potts and the Starkga hearings...wait, wow, am I really that unlucky?"

Jon, who now fully understood, instantly twisted in surprise, then asked with a hint of disbelief:

"Are you Pepper Potts?"

"Of course."

Pepper nodded naturally.

Of course she's Pepper Potts, who else could she be?

"XXXXX," Jon scratched his head in frustration. "Fine, let's go get the paperwork done."

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Outside the police station, it was pouring rain.

Having retrieved his personal belongings, Jon eagerly pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

This is the method that Mr. Jotaro taught him. He won't smoke unless there's a special reason, such as a thirst attack.

But now that he knows he's in the Marvel Universe, Jon feels he desperately needs a cigarette to calm down.

After all, his strength is not even ranked here.

With a click, the lighter produced a flame, igniting the cigarette in Jon's mouth.

"call---"

Jon took a deep drag, and under the influence of nicotine, he felt that his terrible mood seemed to improve a little.

Actually, when you think about it, this world isn't so bad.

Since we can't resist it, we might as well accept it.

Jon comforted himself.

After all, there are no arrows, no Pillar Men, and no Stand users here.

There was no such madman as Pucci.

It's just a purple sweet potato spirit that wants to wipe out half the population of the universe.

Yes, he wasn't flustered at all, not flustered at all.

Okay, actually he was quite panicked. Although he was very lucky, who can say for sure about these things?

Who can guarantee that he's not in that 50%?

However, these are all secondary. For Jon, the most important thing here is...

"It doesn't have any nasty vampires!" Jon thought reassuringly. "That should be good news, right?"

Just as Jon was mentally interfering with himself, trying to hypnotize himself and force himself to accept this terrible fact.

A hand suddenly reached out from beside him.

"Don't smoke, it's bad for your health."

Pepper suddenly snatched the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and crushed it out.

"Hmm?" Jon looked down at him with displeasure.

Pepper looked up at Jon without flinching.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and finally Jon caught a glimpse of Pepper's slightly trembling fingertips.

Suddenly, he realized that his cheap aunt was just putting on a brave face.

It seems he's been frightened by my face again; Jon understands everything.

"never mind."

In the end, Jon was the first to back down. He decided not to argue with his stepmother, since her intentions were good.

"Whatever you want."

Jon glanced at his wallet and then prepared to leave.

"etc."

After a moment's hesitation, Pepper called out to Jon.

"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride..."

Pepper pressed the car key, and the headlights of a Maybach in front of him instantly lit up.

"Maybach?"

Seeing this, Jon's eyes lit up, and he said:

"If you let me drive, I'll go with you."

Before he could finish speaking, Pepper had already tossed the car keys over.

"make a deal."

Jon caught it with his hand, then smiled slightly.

After they were both in the car and had fastened their seatbelts, Pepper realized something very important.

"Jon, if I remember correctly, you're only 18 this year, right?"

Jon started the car, nodded nonchalantly, and said:

"Is there a problem?"

"That means," Pepper's expression changed drastically, "that you might not even have a driver's license!"

"I don't think this is a good idea, Jon!"

Actually, by the time Pepper thought of this, it was already too late.

"Don't worry, Pepper, I rode in a car driven by an 11-year-old just a few days ago!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jon slammed on the gas pedal.

hum!

The black beast parked in front of the police station roared to life with its engine.

"Oh! Shit!"

Under Pepper's horrified gaze.

This Maybach, modified by Tony Stark, sped through the streets in a downpour.

At the same time, several cars quietly followed them.