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

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In Stark Industries' dressing room, Jon Snow was humming a tune as he changed his clothes.

Although he didn't want to change, he changed his mind the moment he saw the clothes.

Pepper prepared a blue-green knit sweater for him, with yellow stripes on it.

There was also a custom-made hat in the same color scheme, with his name embroidered in gold letters on it.

Considering her destination was New Mexico, she thoughtfully brought along a few pairs of riding breeches.

These clothes were exactly what Jon liked; he loved them.

After changing his clothes, Jon stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself, and suddenly paused.

Because his outfit is almost identical to Diego's, the only difference being that he is a bit more muscular.

"Surprisingly suitable." He nodded in satisfaction.

Indeed, men's fashion sense sometimes can't compare to women's.

The outfit Pepper chose seemed tailor-made for him.

Jon turned around, raised his hand, and half-turned back to strike his signature pose.

Ultimately, humans are just like pigeons...

On the other side, Star Platinum picked up her phone and snapped a picture of Jon Snow.

Just as Jon was striking a pose, his phone suddenly rang.

Upon seeing this, Platinum Star immediately handed over her phone.

He looked over and saw that the caller ID on his phone was Coulson.

Jon answered the phone and said:

"What's wrong, Coulson?"

"Are you ready?"

"Ready?" Jon looked down at his gear, nodded, and said, "All done."

"Are we leaving today?"

"Yes, the car has been rented, let's head straight there."

"But I still have to go to Tony's house; he seems to have something for me."

"Tony's house?" Coulson glanced back at the villa behind him. "Then let's meet there in an hour."

"Received." Jon hung up the phone and casually sent the photos he had just taken to Skye.

After doing all that, he left Stark Tower.

As for his instruments, they can only be stored here for now, since he can't very well take them to New Mexico.

Twenty minutes later, Jon stood at the entrance of Tony's villa, looked up at the camera, and said:

"Jarvis, open the door for me."

"Yes, Mr. Yovik."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, the door opened.

As soon as Jon walked in, Tony came up from the basement and gave him a malicious smile.

"Hey kid, you're just in time!" He walked over and patted Jon on the shoulder casually. "By the way, nice new clothes."

"Thanks." Jon nodded. "I came to see you. Didn't you say you had something for me?"

"Of course, come with me, kid."

Tony led him to the basement, eventually stopping in front of a car covered by a tarpaulin, and then suddenly ripped it open—

"Ta-da!!!! This is the surprise!!"

Under the cover was the familiar Maybach, the very same one Pepper had driven to the police station to pick him up, the one that was now a total wreck.

"Maybach?" Jon reached out and touched the car body, his tone slightly flustered. "You fixed it?"

"Of course, it's yours now. I'm so fed up with you taking a taxi to my house every day. It's so embarrassing."

"Oh, and I also made a few minor upgrades, so stay tuned."

Tony smiled smugly and handed him a driver's license.

"I remember you don't have a driver's license, right? Here, take it."

Jon took the keys and driver's license, unsure of what to say, but eventually he patted Tony on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Tony. I won't bother with the formalities."

Tony understood Jon; he knew Jon was a rather reserved person, and that was good enough.

So he raised an eyebrow and said:

"Shall we start the spring cleaning now?"

"What cleaning?"

So, with Tony's permission, Jon began to carry out targeted sabotage in his house.

To be precise, it means smashing walls, knocking on floors, drilling holes, and the like.

With a loud bang, Jon slammed his hammer into the wall, shattering it to pieces.

This action gave him a unique kind of pleasure, making him more and more excited as he smashed. Before long, he was drenched in sweat, leaning on the hammer, and turned to look at Tony:

"It's really stress-relieving, why don't you give it a try?"

Tony glanced at his bulging muscles, then at the coffee cup in his hand, and gave a dry laugh: "...Never mind."

"Tsk, what a pity." Jon shook his head regretfully. "This thing is much more effective than a psychologist."

Just as the two were talking, the glass door was pushed open by someone, and Coulson walked in.

"Jon." He gestured with his chin towards the door. "It's time to go."

"Now?" Jon asked.

"Yes, the secondment documents have been approved. Let's set off immediately."

Tony then realized what was happening and frowned as he looked at the two of them:

"Wait, I need an explanation, Coulson. Is Jon Snow also an undercover agent for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"And Jon," he said, turning to Jon, "So you're an agent?"

"No, of course not!" Jon immediately denied, afraid that the Maybach he had just acquired would be taken back.

"This is complicated, Tony. It would take quite a while to explain it..."

"Then let's get straight to the point!"

"All right"

Jon nodded, pulled Coulson over, crossed his arms, and said, "You explain."

"Huh?" Coulson was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure.

After all, his eloquence far surpasses Jon Snow's.

"Here's what happened..."

Five minutes later.

"...That's how it is." Coulson finished speaking, then picked up the water glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Tony suddenly realized what was going on, patted Jon on the shoulder, and smirked: "Wow, you actually dared to lie to your aunt? Not bad, kid, you've got guts."

"Keep it a secret for me," Jon said in a low voice.

"No problem," Tony readily agreed, clearly enjoying the feeling of having Jon's weakness at his mercy.

At that moment, Coulson glanced at his watch and suddenly frowned: "Tony, did you sneak out again?"

Upon hearing this, Tony waved his hand dismissively and said:

"That's all from a past life, let's not bring up the past, okay?"

"Be careful yourself." Coulson shook his head helplessly, his gaze falling on Jon's new clothes. He patted him with a smile, "This outfit is nice, very handsome."

"Thanks." Jon couldn't contain his excitement. "So when are we leaving? I can't wait to try out the new car."

He had already guessed what Tony had installed in the car.

"A new car?" A hint of envy flashed in Coulson's eyes.

"My first car was an old Ford that my dad left me, and I fixed it myself."

"So I understand how you feel."

He glanced at the time and said, "Let's go, let's set off now."

"Great!" Jon punched Coulson on the shoulder, then suddenly remembered something and turned to Tony: "By the way, how do we get this car out?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Jarvis, show him out."

"Yes, sir."

The ceiling slowly cracked open, revealing a passageway in front of the two.

"High-tech, huh?" Jon raised an eyebrow.

He then suddenly leaned closer to Coulson and gave him a mysterious smile.

"There's another favor I need your help with..."

Coulson felt a chill run down his spine: "...What is it?"

Ten minutes later, outside the villa.

Coulson stood in the doorway, his expression conflicted: "Do we really have to do this?"

"Of course!" Jon grabbed him and pulled him close. "Let's stick to plan!"

"Damn it... if the chief finds out, he'll definitely kill me."

Coulson took a deep breath and finally nodded with a look of grim determination:

"Okay, I'm ready!"

The two quickly got into position, with Jon standing sideways in front and Coulson stepping behind.

"Three, two, one—Alright! Let's go!!"

tread!

The riding boots and leather shoes stepped forward simultaneously, making a crisp sound on the ground.

"One gram!"