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

(I'm begging for permission to read this on Qidian. I'm asking for everything online, including reading recommendations and monthly tickets. Orz)

Watching the S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles leave the lab, Selvig sat on the rooftop with a forlorn expression.

"Ugh."

It's certainly not a pleasant feeling to watch all your research results being taken away by others—but...

After confirming that the S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle had driven far away.

"Wuhu!"

"Yes!!!"

Serweg suddenly jumped up, waving the check in his hand and laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! That's fantastic, Jane! You're a genius!"

He excitedly started tap dancing on the laboratory roof, saying:

How did you come up with this exchange plan?

As for why he was so happy...

That's because S.H.I.E.L.D. gave them so much; this small check was enough for them to buy a whole set of the latest equipment.

Scientists like Selvig have no shortage of knowledge or students; the only thing they lack is money.

He's terrified of being poor!

Jane smiled as she watched the convoy depart, still somewhat incredulous.

"A strange experience... I thought they would just take it away, and there was nothing we could do about it anyway."

To be honest, she only made the suggestion on a whim, tentatively proposing to falsify public accounts.

Unexpectedly, Coulson tore up the original check on the spot and wrote her a new one.

Jane was completely dumbfounded.

On the surface, they lost some equipment and incomplete research data.

But in reality, they received brand new equipment and may be able to retrieve their original data in the future.

They've made a killing!

Similarly, Coulson didn't care, since it wasn't his money anyway.

And he completed the task, so his achievements will definitely be recorded in the annals of merit.

At the same time, as Fury's old subordinate, he knew the process all too well.

Anyway, these item lists will definitely double when they get to Fury, so he might as well just report several times more, so the chief doesn't have to falsify the accounts.

This way, he not only completed the mission but also helped Fury make money, and he also gained credit—a triple win.

He didn't lose anything, so who did lose?

In the car

Patton held the steering wheel with one hand and a half-eaten sandwich in the other.

"Didn't we say we were going to find the hammer god?" he asked vaguely.

"Yes," Jon said, resting his chin on his hand and gazing out the window. "We've found half of it."

"Half?" Patton lit a cigarette. "Which half?"

"His other half." Jon lit a cigarette as well.

"Oh—" Barton suddenly widened his eyes. "My God."

"I thought you were going to pick up girls, but it turns out you were picking up someone else's girl? Impressive."

"Anything can happen at any time," Jon said, exhaling a smoke ring. "But my gut feeling tells me we'll find that guy tonight."

"Understood."

Barton nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Although they hadn't known each other for long, Jon's reliability had already won people's hearts.

He believed it, okay?

Parking lot at the base.

As soon as the three got out of the car, a bright light suddenly shot towards them from afar.

"Ugh!" ×3

Once visibility returned, a man wearing a black trench coat was seen striding towards them.

Underneath that stylish trench coat was the same beach shirt, shorts, and flip-flops shown in the projection.

"Fury?" Jon raised an eyebrow. "Isn't he on vacation?"

"They're probably here to ask about Stand users," Coulson whispered.

"Or that hammer god," Barton added.

"Gentlemen," Fury said, approaching the group.

"Sir, both of you." Coulson and Barton saluted simultaneously.

"Frey".

"Um."

Fury nodded coolly, his gaze fixed on Jon, and said:

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Oh—" Jon exclaimed as if suddenly realizing something, reaching out his hand in a swipe-out gesture.

"Long time no see, Chief Chocolate! We just spoke on the phone."

"It's Chief Fury!" Fury's forehead veins bulged, and he slapped his hand.

"And doesn't someone feel even a little bit guilty? Hmm?"

"Feel guilty about what?" Jon shrugged.

"Imagine," Fury gritted his teeth, "someone who hasn't had a break in over a year, finally starting a vacation—"

He looked at Jon and said:

"Then some jerk calls and says, 'Hey, big oaf, your vacation's over.' What would you think if you were in that situation?"

Jon immediately put on an exaggerated expression of guilt and slapped Fury's shoulders hard with both hands.

他 说:

"Fury, with great power comes great responsibility! How can someone like you rest? I'm doing this for your own good."

"Is that so?"

Fury was stunned, but then he realized what was happening.

"Fuck!" Fury's face was even darker than his trench coat. "Are you just making empty promises again?!"

Actually, he wasn't angry because of what those words said, but because he had genuinely felt guilty for a second just now.

Even if it was just for a second, he felt like he was being toyed with by Jon.

Fury grew angrier the more he thought about it, and his breathing became heavy.

Seeing that Chief Chocolate was about to explode, Jon quickly tried to calm him down, saying:

"Calm down, calm down, the sun is about to set... the sun is about to set, Fury."

"Huff—huff—" Fury's breathing sounded like an old-fashioned steam engine.

"you!"

If he weren't outmatched, he would definitely have shown this kid the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. combat techniques.

Nick Fury was a fighting master when he was young, okay?

"Damn it..." Fury's hands trembled as he pulled out his blood pressure medication, swallowing two pills to calm his wildly pounding temples.

Afterwards, he put his blindfold back on and asked somewhat wearily:

"What you said on the phone...can you guarantee it's all true?"

"Absolutely true." Jon nodded. "Believe me, Fury."

"Oh?"

Fury suddenly narrowed his single eye and slowly removed the eye patch, revealing the scar underneath.

"You know what? The price I paid for trusting others last time... I paid with an eye."

"Wait a minute." Jon leaned closer to examine the scratches. "These scratches... they look like they were from a cat?"

"You didn't actually believe a cat, did you?"

Jon said with absolute certainty.

He thought it was quite possible, after all, Fury was a cat lover, and there was a big orange cat on his cup.

"Cough cough cough!" Fury coughed violently, hurriedly putting his blindfold back on.

"That's a shrapnel wound from the battlefield!" He turned and glared at the two onlookers. "Right?"

"Huh?" Coulson and Barton exchanged a glance, then immediately said against their will:

"We can vouch for the officer."

Barton's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Coulson with a look that said, "You've changed."

But then he realized what he meant and nodded, saying:

"Yes, that was the one, you know the one I'm talking about, Coulson?"

"Of course I know," Coulson immediately chimed in. "It was that time, yes, we all know it was that time."

"That time, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about it."

"Are the three of you putting on a comedy routine?"

Jon sighed and rubbed his forehead, skipping over the absurd topic.

"Listen, I'm 100% sure we'll find that guy tonight. My gut feeling is right."

He turned to Fury and said very seriously:

"Have the research department keep a close eye on the magnetic field fluctuations of the hammer, and pay close attention at all times."

"Once there is an anomaly in the magnetic field, it means the hammer's owner is about to arrive."

Jon patted Fury on the shoulder. "Go and make the arrangements, Fury."

"Got it." Fury nodded reflexively, his hand already reaching for the communicator.

Suddenly he froze, his face turning as black as charcoal, though it was already quite dark to begin with.

But that didn't stop him from getting angry!

"Mazefuck! Jon! I'm the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"You'll regret this, Fury!"