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

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"Wait...wait! This is a mistake—"

"Now for the question," Jon interrupted her with a grim face. "Whether I'll punch you with my right fist or my left, guess, Enya!"

"Please, Jon..." Enya's beautiful face was streaked with tears, "Just use your right fist."

"Wrong." The Star of Platinum appeared behind him.

"Then... could it be the left fist?" Enya's voice was already trembling.

"Wrong again." Jon's patience had completely run out.

"Could it be... could it be both fists?!" Enya's pupils shrank suddenly.

"You got it right!" Jon pointed at her sharply, "Star Platinum!!!"

"A tonic, a supplement!"

"Euler--------------------------------"

Countless fists rained down on her.

Finally, Euler's Platinum Star landed another punch on her face with a loud thud.

"Euro!"

Enya's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

In the end, Enya was still thinking about Jon's abilities.

"The Stand is Star Platinum."

"Possessing precise movements and immense strength, and capable of dominating the world."

"What an astonishing speed! Not only does it surpass the speed of light, but it's practically the strongest, most invincible Stand ability in history!"

"And Jotaro too! This isn't fair! Ah!"

Meryl Enya – Can't Get Back On!

"Hmph, a star-shaped brand?"

Jon picked up the card, chuckled, and then...

He lightly touched the brim of his hat, turned around gracefully, and casually threw the cards at Enya's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"Do you enjoy prying into other people's fates? Then keep it as a souvenir in Bucket Prison, Enya."

"But... this battle has made Star Platinum even stronger? Uh!"

Suddenly, the Star of Platinum vanished in front of Jon Snow as specks of starlight.

"What?!"

Jon frowned; he finally couldn't hold on any longer and coughed up a large puddle of water.

"Cough cough...water? I see..."

"No wonder I'm having so much trouble breathing, but I can still use Ripple." He gasped for breath, pressing his hand to his chest. "Ripple Dash!"

A flash of electricity struck his hand, and the ripples forced all the fluid from his lungs out.

"vomit."

"By the way, where's Phil?"

Jon was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and turned to run towards the car.

"not good!"

Jon strode forward, walked to the Chevrolet, and yanked open the car door.

Coulson lay in the back seat, his face ashen, his breathing growing weaker and weaker.

It's clear that this is a side effect caused by Enya's stand.

"It seems..." Jon thought briefly, then dragged Coulson out of the car. "We have no choice but to use that trick!"

"That'll hurt, I'm sorry, Coulson!"

As he spoke, he raised his little finger, pinpointed the center of Coulson's lungs, and raised his arm high.

"Ripple! Sprint!"

With a soft "plop," the little finger, crackling with golden electricity, pierced into the intended spot.

"Varied!"

"Ugh!" Coulson suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of liquid.

"This, this..."

He looked down at his little finger, which was deeply embedded in his chest, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Gradually, he began to have difficulty breathing.

Seeing this, Jon did not rush to withdraw his finger, but simply said:

"Bear with it, you need to clear the fluid and air from your lungs."

"Ugh!!" Coulson opened his mouth wide but couldn't inhale a single breath.

A few seconds later, after confirming that his fingers were empty, Jon withdrew them.

Immediately, Coulson's legs went weak, and he knelt down to wish Jon a Happy New Year.

Jon, however, stood aside and began teaching as if nothing had happened.

"Remember this breathing rhythm, Phil. It's my secret weapon."

Anyway, Ripple is obsolete and useless to him, so I might as well teach him.

After waiting for a while without any response, Jon looked down and found Coulson looking completely bewildered.

"What's wrong?" Jon frowned. "I struggled for ages the first time I learned Ripple, but you..."

"Jon..." Coulson raised his hand dramatically, saying strangely, "My lungs don't seem to hurt anymore..."

"It feels...like a warm sun dancing in my chest, wow!"

"You've learned it?" Jon raised an eyebrow, reaching out to pull him up. "That's right. Now try to see if you can create ripples."

"Ripple...Ripple?" Upon hearing this, Coulson became so excited that he stammered, "You mean...you used that electric shock technique..."

"You really taught it to me?"

"It's just an outdated trick." Jon shrugged. "Even if that black bastard wants to learn, I'll teach him anyway."

"That's just how willful I am."

That's true. If Fury really wants to learn, he will teach him.

Because he couldn't wait for that old fox Fury to live a few more years.

Although the S.H.I.E.L.D. he led adhered to the principle of sacrificing the minority to save the majority.

But Jon Snow isn't one of those few, so it's none of his business.

Besides, although Fury is shrewd and calculating, he can honestly say that he and Fury get along quite well.

You can tell from how easily Fury approved him as an advisor that the old man had already been very generous.

It's worth noting that in all the years since S.H.I.E.L.D. was established, only two people, including him, have received the title of consultant.

By the way, the other one is Tony Stark.

So, this position isn't something you can get just by having connections, except for Tony, who got it through connections.

"Jon...I..."

Coulson, standing to the side, was so moved that his voice trembled, and he opened his arms to give him a big hug.

"Eh eh eh."

Jon immediately raised his hand to block it, and teased:

"My embrace is reserved only for pretty girls, Phil."

"However," he blinked, "judging from your expression, you really want to learn Ripple, huh?"

"Of course." Coulson nodded, still feeling lingering fear as he recalled his experience in the dream.

"This thing called a Stand... is terrifying. It actually turned into the person I most want to see..."

"By the way, speaking of which, I'm getting angry." He clenched his fist, veins bulging. "Where's that Stand user? Did he escape?"

"There it is." Jon turned to the side, pointing to the figure lying on the ground in the distance.

"Jon, remember to close your eyes later."

Coulson, usually a nice guy, revealed a sinister smile that he hadn't shown in a long time.

"The following scene may not be very pleasing to the eye."

Jon raised an eyebrow; it seemed this time the good-natured man had truly been provoked.

But it's understandable; anyone would react this way if their deceased loved ones were used against them. Even Captain America would go crazy.

Coulson strode toward Enya, about to deliver a few more kicks, only to find that she had already been beaten to a pulp.

Platinum Star clearly held back with his punch, but not by much; his face was disgusting to look at.

"Tsk." Coulson suddenly stopped, looking disgusted. "Looks like you've had it rough enough."

He had heard Fury's description that Jon's double was an incredibly strong purple giant.

If he were to throw that punch, it would be no different from a truck crashing into him; if he continued, it would truly become sadism.

Let's just let her off the hook.

Seeing that Phil hadn't made a move, Jon glanced at the time and hurriedly urged:

"Phil, contact the other agents and have them come to pick up Enya. We should go now."

"I need to go check on that damn hammer."

"OK."

As he spoke, Coulson suddenly staggered and turned his head in confusion:

"Wait... Jon, did you just give me XJ-1876?"

"Yes, it seems like the injection was given before entering the dream world."

"Damn it!" Coulson's expression changed drastically. "That's a temporary sobering agent...it only lasts for a while...damn it!"

Before he could finish speaking, he fell face down to the ground.

"ha?"