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

And so, after sharing the intelligence.

Jon and his party finally arrived in New Mexico.

The scenery here is very charming, with a variety of landforms including deserts, hills, and red rock cliffs.

This is a well-known and enchanting place, with countless mysterious legends.

Ghost Rider, Gypsy woman, the only place visited by aliens, and so on.

But Jon knew that apart from the first two legends, everything else about this place was nonsense.

No, it seems that the legend of aliens is about to come true because of Thor.

This is very embarrassing.

However, Jon still liked the place because the bars there had no age restrictions.

In the bar.

Jon grabbed Coulson's hand as he gestured to the bartender: "Phil, we're here to work."

"Jon..." Coulson suddenly gripped his fingers tightly, "She dumped me."

"What?" Jon, already drunk, even doubted he'd heard correctly. "Say it again?"

"I got dumped!!" Coulson yelled into his ear.

Upon hearing this, Jon sobered up considerably.

No wonder this guy acted out of character. An hour ago, he said he would only drink one cup, but then he wouldn't let go of him.

Wow, so it turns out he got dumped because of work.

But which one is it?

Thinking of this, Jon asked:

Which one?

Jon regretted saying it as soon as it left his mouth, because it sounded really strange.

"What?"

Coulson's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in place; the alcohol had slowed his reaction by half a beat.

"What did you say?"

"Sorry," Jon quickly tried to salvage the situation, "was it that... cellist?"

"It's her!" Coulson, drunk, suddenly jumped onto the table, his eyes red-rimmed.

All I heard was him shouting loudly:

"I love her! Why did you do this to me?!"

All eyes in the bar turned to them, and everyone cast sympathetic glances their way.

In the crowd, a Gypsy woman was looking thoughtfully at Jon's face.

the other side.

"Damn it!" Jon quickly pulled him down and shouted to the bartender.

"Give him another beer cocktail."

"A wise choice." The bartender raised an eyebrow. "People who are heartbroken need alcohol to heal their wounds."

As he spoke, he pushed over a large glass of frothy wine.

"Really?" Jon looked at the pile of empty glasses in front of Coulson, a half-smile on his face. "Are you sure this will work?"

"Maybe the dosage wasn't enough." The bartender shrugged. "Never mind, this one's on me."

"Thanks."

Jon tilted his head back and downed his drink; he felt very strange.

He felt unusually clear-headed, but his body began to disobey him.

It's strange, but also normal.

Just as Jon was lost in thought...

Suddenly, a strange feeling connected him to something else.

This feeling was both familiar and strange, somewhat like the Joestar family's bloodline connection.

But he always felt it was something that resembled something yet wasn't, something that seemed real yet wasn't, something strange...

"Where?!" Jon's eyes suddenly cleared, and he slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Then, he rushed to the door, but there was no one on the street in front of him.

"Is it an illusion?"

Jon instinctively raised his hand and stroked the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.

The feeling I just experienced was very much like a blood connection, but there was always a strange feeling mixed in with it.

He doesn't understand.

Inside the bar.

Jon's sudden action stunned everyone.

Some people blinked in confusion, clearly not having realized what was happening yet.

But many others, especially the burly men whose faces were flushed from drinking, revealed unfriendly expressions.

They sized up the strange fellow with hostile eyes, some of them itching to try their luck.

The most furious of them all was Toby.

The miner, known for his volatile temper, suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Fuck!" he roared, blinded by rage, "You little brat, are you tired of living?!"

Upon hearing this, Jon slowly turned his head, his scarlet pupils coldly fixed on him.

He fell silent.

"Gulp—" Toby's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

The moment their eyes met, Toby wisely backed down.

"Uh, um... my legs are numb... hehe."

Toby stiffly moved his knees, and when he slumped back into his seat, his forehead was covered in sweat.

At this moment, a friend with ill intentions immediately came over and teased:

"This isn't like you, Toby, you actually put up with it, huh?"

Upon hearing this, Toby wiped his face with trembling hands: "Today... we advocate peaceful coexistence."

Even so, his fingertips trembled slightly.

That look just now left a huge psychological scar on Toby's mind.

He can't stop thinking about that look in his eyes.

That look wasn't the look you give a human being.

Scarlet, cold and ruthless, looking at him is like looking at a small loaf of bread!

Jon Snow stood there with a frown on his face.

The strange sensation he had just felt has now completely disappeared.

"grass!"

He muttered a curse under his breath, turned and glared at the drunkard causing trouble, his fists clenching unconsciously.

If it weren't for this guy interrupting...

"Ah!!!" Toby suddenly let out a girlish scream, shrinking into his companion's arms and trembling.

"Is it necessary?" He scratched his head.

This exaggerated reaction instantly extinguished Jon's anger.

Finally, he pointed at the other person, then withdrew his finger in frustration, shook his head helplessly, and turned to walk towards the bar.

"Coulson, we should go."

"Okay...okay..." Coulson nodded groggily, then suddenly his expression changed drastically, "Ugh—!"

"wdf".

Jon quickly dodged aside, barely avoiding the spray of vomit.

He looked at his limp colleague with a headache, then met the bartender's outstretched hand, and could only resign himself to taking out his wallet.

"Thanks." The bartender smiled and accepted the tip.

"I guess I'm just unlucky."

After saying that, Jon carried Coulson out of the bar like a sack of potatoes, roughly shoved him into the back seat, and started the car.

These days, he has no time to worry about anything else.

At this moment, Jon's mind was entirely focused on that mysterious connection.

That feeling of blood resonance was both familiar and strange.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be a second Joestar in this world, although that possibility is possible.

But Jon always felt that the connection was more like bait on a fishing hook, a way to lure him into taking the bait.

"Could it be!"

He slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they scraped across the road.

"Could it be a Stand attack?!"

Jon blurted out, and Star Platinum immediately assumed a defensive stance.

Sure enough, the Stand user hiding in the shadows was enraged by these words.

Suddenly, a thick fog surged toward the Chevrolet, blocking Jon's view.

"It really was a stand-in..."

Jon's pupils contracted sharply as his relaxed nerves tensed instantly due to the time travel.

JoTaro once said that shouting like that could potentially provoke a Stand user lurking in the shadows!

He had only shouted it tentatively, but unexpectedly it actually attracted the enemy!

Oh my god!

Stand users really do exist in this world!

He himself is not special!

Moreover, judging from its abilities, this should be the remote-controlled type mentioned by Jotaro, which is a very troublesome type.

"Visual obfuscation combined with sensory interference..." Jon clenched his fist, but suddenly grinned. "No wonder Jon was fooled by mere mist..."

Inside the car, Jon's smile grew increasingly sinister and eerie.

He uttered a sentence:

"interesting."

(Please see the author's note)