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

"Fuck you, Jon! I fuck you!"

Fury was practically PTSD from that statement; he was truly speechless.

Ever since that incident, Jon's deceptively charming appearance has led Fury to misjudge his character.

To make matters worse, this guy's charisma led Fury to offer him conditions far exceeding his expectations.

He was heartbroken.

However, the most deadly line was Jon's: "Do you want to save the world?"

For Fury, who was already a bit immature, that line was incredibly damaging.

He's still shaken by the experience.

Although I realized what had happened afterward, I still fell for it in the end, damn it!

On the projection, Fury, wearing beach shorts, pointed at Jon and yelled:

"Listen, Jon, if you dare to make any more empty promises to me, I'll kill you! I swear!"

"Got it, kid? Nobody can fool Nick Fury, nobody!"

"Not even your mother?" Jon replied casually. "Then you're truly pathetic."

"Fuck!" Fury found that Jon could always make his blood pressure spike with just one sentence.

Every word he said was like a dagger to Fury's lungs.

Barton and Coulson, who were standing nearby, were dumbfounded.

Especially Patton, he had never seen anyone make Fury so angry in front of him.

After a long silence, Coulson turned to Barton and said admiringly:

"As expected of JoJo, he easily accomplished what we couldn't."

"Indeed." Barton nodded in agreement. "They say Jon and I are close, but I think the commander himself is the same way."

"Look how friendly they are chatting."

After a while, once the two had finished their friendly conversation, Fury finally got to the point.

"Stands and Stand users?" Fury flipped through the documents. "Jon, we've already taken that Enya into custody."

"I'll make sure she spends the rest of her life in jail, don't worry."

"And Jon..." Fury's eyes sharpened, "Are there many Stand users like you?"

"Um........."

Jon lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head under Fury's tense gaze:

"I don't know."

"Uh..." Fury's face darkened. "Then let me ask you another question. Are other Stand users as strong as you?"

Jon shrugged and said:

"There is no distinction between strong and weak Stands; the key lies in the user."

"Got it." Fury sighed, rubbing his forehead. "So you're saying that if used properly, every Stand can be a nightmare to deal with, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jon nodded approvingly and said:

"As expected of you, Director Chocolate, you get it so quickly."

"Damn it." Fury rubbed his temples. "Why does my workload increase exponentially every time I finish a call with you?"

"Forget it." He waved his hand irritably. "Just tell me what kind of support you need. I'm hanging up."

"Goodbye." Jon was about to hang up.

"Wait!" Fury suddenly shouted, "And another thing, my name isn't Chief Chocolate, it's Mazzefak!"

After saying that, the projection disappeared in a flash.

Seeing this, Jon raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, Chief Chocolate."

"Now," he turned to the window, "let's go borrow some research findings."

The Chevrolet sped along the highway, followed by several other identical vehicles.

Shortly afterward, the S.H.I.E.L.D. convoy entered the border town.

After the car came to a complete stop, the three of them got out at the same time and casually parked the car on the side of the road.

"Let's split up." Jon glanced at the restaurant on the corner. "You guys go get the stuff, I have other things to do."

"What's wrong?" Coulson asked, puzzled. "Why aren't you with us?"

That's because...

Jon adjusted his hat brim and, amidst their puzzled looks, said:

"I need to go get something to eat."

"Boring." Barton turned and walked away. "Coulson's gone."

"Remember to bring me a sandwich."

Coulson rolled his eyes and followed Barton.

"I'll have one too," Barton added without turning his head.

The two led the special agent team toward the Selvig Laboratory.

"OK."

Just after he agreed, Jon's phone beeped.

He picked it up and saw that it was Skye's email again.

During the few days she was away from New York, she would always text Jon around this time to chat about everyday life and such.

Skye emails more often than Jon's aunt.

"Heh." Jon's lips curled up unconsciously as he replied to the message and walked toward the restaurant.

He thought it was pretty good.

Just as he turned around, Jane, who was also walking absentmindedly, bumped into Jon.

"Ah!" Jane cried out in surprise, falling backward.

The research materials in his hand were not even held firmly before they scattered everywhere.

"What!" Jon's eyes narrowed.

In a flash, a pair of large purple hands reached out from Jon Snow.

Swah——

In an instant, all the scattered documents and briefcases were retrieved by Platinum Star with a speed exceeding that of light.

the other side.

Jane, who was falling backward, closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come, but the next second, her body swayed.

In that instant, she felt no pain at all, and found herself standing up.

"Huh?" She stared blankly at her perfectly intact briefcase. "I clearly..."

"Sorry." A deep voice came from above. Jon put away his phone. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"you!"

Jane looked up, about to get angry, but froze the moment she saw Jon's face.

His face was so beautiful it was almost otherworldly; he was the first man she had ever seen who could be described as sexy.

Seeing the woman standing there in a daze, Jon frowned slightly.

"How are you?"

"No...it's nothing." Jane's voice unconsciously softened.

"I'm fine."

She only felt her cheeks burning.

At the same time, Jane screamed inwardly: How can that damn voice be so magnetic!

It's so damn sweet!

"Hmm?" Jon keenly noticed Jane's unusual behavior.

He reached out and placed the back of his hand on her forehead, asking:

"Your face is very red, do you have a fever?"

"N-nothing!" Jane hurriedly slapped his hand away. "I...I have to go eat, I'm leaving now."

"Perfect timing," Jon said casually. "I'm going to eat too, want to come along?"

Jon felt he should apologize for knocking the person down.

"Well... okay." Jane hesitated for only a second before agreeing, pointing to the street corner, "Shall we go to that place?"

"Sure," Jon nodded. "By the way, I'm Jon Yowick."

"My name is Jane Foster," she answered softly, only to suddenly notice that Jon's expression had frozen.

"What's wrong? Are you alright, Jon?"

It was her! Jon's pupils contracted, and he swallowed back his exclamation.

In the story, Thor has that infatuated girlfriend!

I was wondering why it looked so familiar—oh no!

His original intention was to try his luck in the city and see if he could meet Thor.

Who would have thought he'd run right into Thor's future girlfriend? That's unbelievable!

"Well, this is troublesome..." Jon unconsciously rubbed the runes on his shoulder.

Is this what Odin meant by a smooth journey? It doesn't seem that smooth at all, don't mess with me!

You stinking old man!

"I'm fine." Thinking this, Jon forced a smile. "Let's go inside."

"it is good."