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

"He's trash."

At this point, Jon's disgust was no longer concealed.

Although he used to enjoy DIO's villainous savior charm when he was just a viewer.

But when you become the son of this scumbag and discover that your mother is just one of his countless little breads, all the goodwill will disappear.

Just like Jon Snow's mother, that poor woman was tormented by DIO and developed a split personality.

One of her personalities is madly infatuated with Dior, while another wishes she could tear him to pieces.

These two extreme situations brought Jon Snow, who was still a young boy at the time, many fond memories, but also a great deal of psychological trauma.

If he hadn't been taken away by that old man Joseph in the end, he would have been in a mental hospital long ago.

Pepper, seeing the unpredictable expression on her adopted nephew's face, wisely swallowed her further questions.

Asking any more questions is pointless.

It was enough for her to know that her nephew was a person whose character was the complete opposite of his appearance.

The arguing outside gradually subsided.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Tony, still furious, walked in with Happy.

"Are hospitals no longer conducting psychological assessments during recruitment?"

"How could someone like that become a doctor? Right, happy?"

Tony was complaining when he suddenly realized that Jon had woken up.

He exaggeratedly used his fingers to pull off his sunglasses and said:

"Hey, our blonde Barbie's awake?"

"Blonde Barbie?"

Jon's forehead veins bulged, and he said with a forced smile:

"Seeing is believing, and you are indeed as detestable as the rumors suggest, Mr. Stark."

"I don't like this kid; he doesn't seem like a good person."

Tony pursed his lips and turned to Happy, saying:

"Happy, are you sure he's really related to Pepper by blood?"

As he spoke, Tony looked Jon up and down with a suspicious gaze, sensing that Jon had ill intentions.

"Hmm...I don't know." Jon lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying:

"But she is related to my mother by blood."

"Hey, so you're related by blood, kid."

"Just call me Jon," Jon said.

"Got it, kid."

As he spoke, Tony pulled out a holographic projector and placed it on the table.

"let me see."

Tony licked his finger and quickly swiped to bring up the DNA comparison infographic.

"Judging by this match rate, they really are related by blood?"

Tony looked up, feigning surprise.

He glanced at the strong but sinister-looking Jon Snow, then at the gentle yet fiery Pepper Potts beside him.

Tony stroked his chin.

The only thing these two have in common is that they both have a head of blond hair.

There is also a mole on his earlobe.

"Happy, what do you think?" Tony looked at Happy again, hoping to get his answer.

Happy pouted, thought for a moment, and then said somewhat sheepishly:

"Boss, although I really want to say we don't look alike at all, Pepper is my new boss, so..."

Happy gave a perfectly timed smile and looked at Pepper, saying:

"You two are so alike."

Upon hearing this, Pepper raised her eyebrows in delight. Although she knew it was just a polite gesture, she had to admit that Happy's emotional intelligence was quite high.

Ever since Jon saved her, this nephew has occupied a large place in Pepper's heart.

"I'll give you a raise, happy day," Pepper said crisply.

"Thank you, Ms. Pepper."

Upon hearing this, Happy raised an eyebrow at Tony smugly, as if to say, "Look how awesome I am!"

"Damn it, now even my bodyguard has betrayed me."

Tony crossed his arms and said, half-jokingly.

After hesitating for a long time, when he turned to Jon again, the playboy's face showed a rare serious expression.

"Listen, kid, about how you saved Pepper..."

"Stop." Jon raised his hand. "Those guys are coming for me."

"OK." Tony loosened his tie with a sigh of relief.

Honestly, the only person in the whole world who could make Tony say such cheesy things to someone else is Pepper.

Suddenly, a knocking sound rang out at the door.

Before they could react, the guy who knocked on the door pushed it open and walked in.

The newcomer was dressed in a custom-made suit and had a gentle smile on his face, but his hairline was quite worrying. This man was Coulson.

"Excuse me," Coulson said with a perfectly timed smile.

"And hello everyone."

"Coulson?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"Why are you guys everywhere? Are you even tracking my schedule?"

"Sorry, Tony." Coulson gave an apologetic smile.

"Actually, I'm here to see Mr. Yovik."

Then he walked up to Jon, extended his hand, and said:

"I am Phil Coulson, an agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency."

"That's such a mouthful." Jon extended his hand to shake Coulson's, and complained, "Didn't you guys even think about improving it?"

"Actually, it's been improved. Our new name is S.H.I.E.L.D., but I'm a bit sentimental."

Coulson shrugged, then said:

"I'm here today to ask a few questions, Mr. Yovik."

Coulson handed over the tablet he had been holding.

Jon reached out and took it, and the tablet started playing automatically.

The video shown above depicts the events leading from Jon Snow's car accident to the battle.

However, the video had no sound and no Star Platinum, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Seeing that Jon had finished watching the video, Coulson took the tablet and began asking questions:

"I hope you can answer truthfully, so I will now begin my questions."

"What are these humanoid creatures, and why can the electricity on your body turn them into ashes?"

"Don't you know?"

Jon asked somewhat strangely, but seeing the genuine expression on Coulson's face, he understood everything.

He couldn't believe that S.H.I.E.L.D., as a global organization, wouldn't be unaware of the existence of vampires.

When he watched Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., he knew that these agents had a very keen sense of smell and could analyze a lot of things from the slightest clue.

Not to mention vampires.

So Jon immediately suggested:

"I think you should call your director now. I believe he will be happy to explain it to you."

Are you sure?

Coulson was a little confused, and he blinked in bewilderment.

He had been in control of the conversation, but this one sentence forced him to go out and make the call.

"Okay, I'll go out and make that call now."

After a while, Coulson pushed the door open again, but his expression was a little strange. He said helplessly:

"The director said this is information only Level 10 can access, and I'm only Level 8, so..."

"Alright." Jon shrugged. "Then it seems only I can answer your questions."

"But in exchange, you have to find me a guy."