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

In the restaurant, Jon sat quietly opposite Jane, enjoying his meal.

Whenever a gentle breeze blows through the window, his blond hair sways softly, which often makes Jane lose her focus.

It seemed that they had noticed the unusually intense gaze from the person opposite them.

"Jane?" Jon suddenly lowered his hat brim. "Didn't you like the food?"

"Ah!" Jane snapped back to reality, hurriedly picking up her fork. "I'll eat now... I really didn't have much of an appetite just now."

"Alright." Jon sighed, shook his head, and continued eating.

But before long, Jane's gaze drifted unconsciously to Jon, lost in thought.

"Not again?" Jon was utterly speechless.

He just couldn't understand why anyone would be so infatuated with a girl; he just wanted it to end quickly.

With this in mind, Jon skillfully used his knife and fork, and his eating speed noticeably increased.

After finishing his three meals, Jon put down his utensils, feeling full, and said:

"Jane, this meal is on me, as an apology."

"No way!" Jane immediately refused reflexively. "I'm the one who bumped into you, so I should be the one treating."

What a hassle. Although Jon finds it troublesome, as a third of a gentleman, he still has this much patience.

Upon hearing this, Jon secretly rolled his eyes and repeated:

"I said, it's my treat."

"But..." Jane stubbornly shook her head, "These aren't expensive, let me pay, boss, check please!"

"Heh." Jon's lips twitched a few times.

His last bit of patience had run out, and the smile on his face vanished completely.

"You're treating?"

Jon leaned forward slightly and spoke frankly to Jane:

"If you're paying, how can I then falsify public expenses?"

"False...false reporting? Public accounts? Huh?" Jane's eyes widened immediately. "Won't your boss investigate?"

"Oh."

That black-faced guy is a master at falsifying public accounts, and when did Fury become his boss?

Thinking of this, Jon almost burst out laughing. He said:

"Our corporate culture is very direct. We don't need to beat around the bush. If it works, it works; if it doesn't, then forget it."

"Then..." Jane's eyes immediately filled with envy as she asked:

"If you ate three servings like that, how much would you report?"

"Three hundred servings." Jon Snow said without changing his expression. "Six hundred servings if I'm in a better mood."

"So many!" Jian Wei's mouth dropped open. "Then could I...?"

It's all just empty talk.

"Order whatever you like," Jon said with a smile, pointing to the menu. "As long as you treat me well later."

"Be nicer? I've always been nice to you."

Jane blinked in confusion, then shook her head with a smile, "Never mind, let's eat first."

After a while.

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, Fury stared at the consumption records of 300 lunches reported by Jon on the screen.

"Mazefuck!" Fury's eyes widened. "Is he a pig? Eating so much!"

After a moment's thought, he silently changed the number Jon had reported to 3000.

This makes more sense; it's definitely not because he wanted to make money.

After all, what's wrong with superpowered people eating more?

Besides, the food in the West isn't good, and what if Jon gets thin from hunger? So even as the director, he has to take that into consideration.

Jon Snow, still in the restaurant, is unaware that his reputation as a glutton is about to spread throughout S.H.I.E.L.D. because of a certain black braised egg.

He was carrying two sandwiches as he walked toward the Selvig Laboratory.

"Terrible air quality," he complained.

Suddenly, he heard the rapid sound of high heels behind him.

He turned around.

"Hey! Jon!" Jane jogged after him, feigning surprise, "What a coincidence, you're going this way too?"

"Tsk." Jon frowned impatiently. "Jane? What's wrong with you... Never mind, let's go together."

"Okay, okay!" Jane couldn't hide her smile.

She was the most beautiful and most infatuated woman in the city.

She was secretly delighted.

You know, she had just broken up with her ex-boyfriend not long ago, and then she met such a handsome man.

I'm so lucky!

Little did she know, Jon had already seen right through her little scheme.

Jon rolled his eyes at this woman.

Troublesome woman, I hope you can still smile later.

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of the Selvig Laboratory.

Just by looking through the glass door, you can see several agents in suits constantly moving experimental equipment.

"What are they doing?" Jane's eyes widened, then she rushed forward angrily. "That's my equipment!"

"etc."

Jon calmly reached out to stop her.

"Let go!" Jane struggled to pry his arm away. "They're stealing my things!"

"simple."

Jon turned and looked down at her, slowly extending his hand, and said:

"Let's get to know each other again, Jon Yowick, from S.H.I.E.L.D., position: consultant."

"Phil Coulson, from S.H.I.E.L.D., position: Agent."

Coulson stepped in beside Jon at the opportune moment and echoed his sentiment.

"Clint Barton." Barton turned around with his arms crossed, striking a cool pose, "Also from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh my god."

Jane blinked in disbelief, her gaze finally settling on Jon's face.

"You're lying to me? This chance encounter was also planned? Was it all premeditated?"

"Do you think that's possible?" Jon rolled his eyes.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, we will return these devices to their original condition after we finish using them, I promise."

"No way!" Jane refused firmly. "Absolutely not!"

"Jane!" Professor Selvig came running up, panting. "Excuse me."

He smiled awkwardly, pulled Jane aside, and whispered:

"Don't argue with them, this isn't an ordinary organization..."

"Forget it?" Jane, her intelligence now in control, turned to the three and shouted, "Those research materials are my life!"

"All right."

Jon reluctantly shoved the sandwich into Coulson's hand and said:

"It's up to you, Phil."

After saying that, he walked straight out.

"clear."

Coulson skillfully took the sandwich.

He was more than capable of handling this kind of situation.

"Madam, we are investigating a terrorist incident and need to temporarily requisition this information."

Coulson stopped the enraged Jane and said politely.

I hope you understand.

"Temporary? It's a permanent temporary arrangement specially provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

Jane raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"I know you guys, no need to pretend."

You've misunderstood.

Coulson smiled and shook his head, saying:

"We still need to give Jon face. I can guarantee that all of these will be returned to you in their original form after this is over."

Looking at Coulson's confident expression.

Jane was still skeptical. She asked doubtfully, "You're really not lying to me?"

"Of course." Coulson took a check out of his suit pocket. "This is compensation."

Jane took the check, and a thought suddenly struck her. She lowered her voice and said:

"Um... I have another suggestion, it's a good idea."

"Please speak?" Coulson maintained his professional smile.

"How about..." Jane's eyes lit up, "You guys inflate the accounts? I don't want the equipment anymore, just give me 80% of the difference!"

After all, she had wanted to change her equipment for a long time, and this was a godsend.

Those devices she made herself are unnecessary, and she didn't produce any useful data anyway.

But wouldn't it be great to take this opportunity to get a new set of equipment?

"What?"

Coulson's expression froze. He turned to look at Barton in bewilderment, then turned back.

"Who taught you this idea?"