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

Nighttime, Hammer Base.

"Has anyone discovered anything?"

Jon leaned against the east side pipe, contentedly sipping an ice-cold beer.

It seems they are not worried about anything going wrong at all.

the other side.

Coulson stared at the faint, flickering electricity in his palm, and said with a hint of existential doubt:

"Why are my ripples so weak? Is this thing really that difficult?"

I heard the voice coming from the walkie-talkie.

"It depends on talent," Jon shrugged. "I can't really say for sure."

"Like this?" Coulson shook the walkie-talkie. "The ripples are terrifyingly strong?"

"I'm just lacking in natural talent; it's all thanks to hard work," Jon said, taking a swig of his drink. "The truly talented..."

Suddenly, the image of the old man Joseph flashed before his eyes.

"I guess I was born with ripples."

"Hey, gentlemen," Fury's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie, "This is a public channel!"

"Can't you just talk to me face to face?"

Just as Jon was about to respond, a drop of rain suddenly hit the hand holding the walkie-talkie.

"Huh?" He looked up abruptly.

The sky above him suddenly changed color.

I saw

The night sky, which was cloudless just a moment ago, is now being gradually swallowed up by rolling dark clouds.

Jon stared at the unusual celestial phenomenon; the clouds were gathering at a speed that defied all logic.

"Could it be Visa?" the name blurted out. "No!"

He immediately realized that Visa had died two weeks earlier.

"No!"

He steadied himself and immediately pressed the call button, "Is anyone there? Research Department! Report on magnetic field data!"

"Advisor!" came the researcher's urgent voice. "The hammer has caused an anomaly in the Lorentz force, which will lead to instrument..."

"Speak like a human!" Jon shouted.

"An electromagnetic burst has occurred! Our system is about to break down, Advisor!"

"Understood." Jon switched channels. "Frey?"

"Wow, wow, wow," Fury said sourly. "Judging from the way you were acting just now, anyone who didn't know better would think you were the chief."

"Enough with the nonsense, Fury." Jon stared intently at the churning clouds. "You see that guy? He's here."

"Jon, I'm watching, don't rush."

Fury stood at the highest point of the base, his single eye under the black umbrella exceptionally sharp.

At this moment, Fury was like a lion surveying its territory.

Sudden--

Crack! A bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod next to Fury.

"Damn it!" Fury shuddered, his imposing aura collapsing instantly.

"May our ancestors bless us, may Jesus bless us, may Captain America bless us, oh my God."

He touched his wildly beating chest, still shaken, secretly relieved that the lightning rod was right next to him.

As expected, people who are too pretentious will get struck by lightning.

That's terrifying.

"Sir," Patton said, suppressing a laugh as he poked his head out from the elevator platform, "I suggest you don't stand so high in the rain; it's dangerous."

Fury's face darkened, and he said:

"Then hurry up and take me down!"

At that moment, a report came through the walkie-talkie.

"There's movement on the western flank; it's a single person."

"Oh?" Fury narrowed his one eye. "Send two squads to check it out."

"yes!"

But after a while, no report came from the walkie-talkie.

"Hmph." Fury snorted coldly.

"It seems that even without divine power, this Hammer God is not someone that ordinary people can deal with."

the other side.

At this moment, Jon was closing his eyes, sensing the ripples of energy constantly being transmitted through the rain.

Because of the rain, the ripples spread several times over.

This caused Jon, who was originally unable to do this, to instantly lock onto the life fluctuations of the entire base.

Feeling the ripples within everyone's bodies, Jon murmured to himself:

"Two people have exceptionally strong vital signs... wait, something's not right!"

"Why are there two?" He opened his eyes abruptly. "What's going on?"

One is...

Jon looked at the figure rushing around in the western passage; it was clearly Thor.

This is one of the most powerful life fluctuations.

"Since that sign belongs to Thor, then the other one...."

Jon looked up at the sky and muttered to himself:

"On my head."

With his superhuman eyesight, he could see the guy very clearly.

That guy he knew so well.

Then, a look of disbelief flashed in Jon's eyes. He couldn't understand why.

As the platform slowly descended, Fury's trench coat rustled in the wind.

He looked at Jon with his one eye and asked:

"So that reckless guy is the alien prince you were talking about?"

"They're Asgardians." Rain dripped down Jon's chin. "Their average body density is three times that of Earthlings."

"But I think that guy's physical abilities are probably a bit stronger."

"Asgard? Ha." Fury's one eye twitched. "Fuck you."

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled, "Don't go up there one by one to your deaths! Lure him over to Hammer's side and then surround him!"

"Understood, sir."

"Looks like you believe me now, Fury. Why aren't you being so suspicious today?"

In the rainy night, Jon's scarlet eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.

Like a patient hunter repeatedly confirming the prey before him.

Jon was also carefully sensing Fury's abnormal vital signs.

After a moment, Jon kept clenching and unclenching his fists; he was conflicted and considering his options.

He discovered that Fury's ripple reaction even surpassed that of Barton, who was at the pinnacle of human ability.

But somehow, no flaws could be found.

But Fury just turned his back to him and said somewhat casually:

"I've seen far more outrageous things. Besides, I've always trusted you."

"Is that so?" A faint crackle of electricity appeared beneath Jon's feet, but now he was certain.

This guy is definitely not Fury!

"Coincidentally, I've seen even more absurd things."

He stared at Fury's retreating figure, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to make his move.

"Barton, report target location," Coulson's voice suddenly interrupted. "Should we stall or send reinforcements?"

"Hmph." Barton, mid-air, drew back his bowstring and said, "Are you planning to send even more people in to get beaten up?"

"Don't rush," Coulson said with a confident smile as he walked away. "You'll find out soon enough."

"I'll show him what ripples really are."

"Ripple?" Fury turned to Jon. "Do you think Coulson can do it?"

"Is that even a question?" Jon shook his head.

After all, Ripple's strength has never been its lethality, and Coulson is only a half-baked expert.

Therefore, the outcome is already obvious.

"Okay, I'll go check on Hammer's situation."

"I'll leave this to you."

Fury was about to take a step.

Seeing this, Jon took a big step and reached out to press down on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Jon said expressionlessly, "you're not going anywhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched Fury's walkie-talkie and crushed it instantly.

"Huh?" Fury turned around in surprise. "What do you want to do, Jon!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Hmph." Jon crossed his arms, and a tall, muscular purple figure slowly emerged behind him.

Then, Star Platinum fixed its emotionless gaze on Fury.

If this guy makes any rash move, Platinum Star will immediately take him down.

"I'll only ask once."

A cold glint flashed in Jon's eyes!

Where is Fury?