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

Inside the car, Coulson's ears burned. He should have known better than to tell Jon the password.

So what if he likes Captain America? He's not the only one who likes him, why is he laughing like that?

Just as he was complaining.

Suppressed tremors continued to emanate from the back seat.

Jon's shoulders trembled, clearly struggling to suppress his laughter.

He knew it wasn't good to laugh like that, but whose friend's password is that? Who wouldn't laugh?

Can you imagine that a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., a global organization, would have such a terminal password?

Steve, Steve, Steve, I love Steve, plus his birthday, this is just...

Haha.

Jon would bet that even if Fury knew Coulson as well as he did, he would never be able to guess the code no matter how hard he tried.

"Let me see what's going on."

As he spoke, Jon retrieved the file on the agent who had taken Skye from the database.

It may be different from what I imagined.

A red warning suddenly popped up on my phone screen, displaying the message "Insufficient permissions".

"Hmm?" Jon frowned.

Keep in mind that Coulson's authority within S.H.I.E.L.D. was second only to Fury, Natasha, and Hill, so how could that not be enough?

That's not right. There's only one possibility: this file is stored in Fury's database.

"This is a problem." He tossed the terminal back to Coulson. "You don't have the necessary permissions to access it either."

"What?" Coulson's voice rose eight octaves. "Not even my permissions? Those are permissions that allow access to 80% of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s data."

"But the remaining 20% ​​requires Level 10 access." Jon tapped the screen. "It seems Skye's situation is not simple."

"If even I can't find out..." Coulson tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Then you'd better advise her to give up. It's too dangerous."

"Phil, do you think she'll listen?" Jon shook his head helplessly. "That's whereabouts of her parents."

Silence spread through the car.

Jon stared out the window. This world had long since deviated from the original plot; it was too unpredictable.

Mutants, Stand users, all sorts of superpowered individuals, and who knows, maybe even Inhumans next...

This is absolutely amazing.

"Wait a minute." Coulson suddenly slowed down. "Jon, look, isn't someone waving from the side of the road?"

"Is that so?" Jon frowned slightly.

Star Platinum appeared instantly, its Stand's sharp gaze piercing through the dust kicked up on the road and looking directly at the target.

Upon seeing this, Jon Snow, who shared the same line of sight with Star Platinum, immediately said:

"There's an old man over there with blood on him; something's not right."

"It looks like splattered blood." Jon pressed the car door handle. "We'd better be careful later; it's not necessarily safe, nor is it necessarily dangerous."

"clear."

As Coulson turned the steering wheel, he casually reached for the gun at his waist.

Then, as he got closer, he slowly applied the brakes.

The Chevrolet's tires made a slight rubbing sound on the gravel road.

The car window was lowered by a third, and a faint smell of blood immediately seeped in through the window crack.

Their eyes immediately locked.

"Do you need any help, sir?"

Coulson placed his hand on the gun while his gaze locked onto the old man's bloodstained shirt.

"Finally, I've met someone."

The old man gripped the edge of the car window, his fingers sticking inside, and cried out:

"God bless us! A terrible creature has come to our circus! It's a beast!"

"A wild beast? Interesting." Jon raised an eyebrow. "Does your circus need more wild beasts?"

"Like lions or tigers?"

"Lions and tigers are like kittens compared to it!" The old man's pupils contracted sharply. "That thing is stronger than a mule, and its roar is fiercer than a shrew's! Please..."

"Yeah?"

Jon's fingers were already on the car door handle.

In this situation, he should have been on guard, but inexplicably he said:

"I'm getting interested, old man. Take us to see it."

After saying that, he opened the door and came downstairs, with Coulson following closely behind.

The two walked toward the farm.

"Wait," the old man suddenly called out to Jon.

Suddenly, his wrinkled face appeared exceptionally deep, and he said:

"My child, the fate of the Joestar family is always filled with epic tragedy. But that is the destiny of heroes."

"So..." he patted Jon on the shoulder meaningfully, "remember to strive for perfection."

"Thanks, Gary." Jon nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

Coulson, standing nearby, frowned and asked, "You two know each other?"

"We just met." Jon rubbed his slightly feverish shoulder, "but he looks kind of familiar."

As the two walked toward the farm, neither noticed the sly smile on the old man's face.

"Hmph." Stan Lee reached up and put on his sunglasses. He watched Jon Snow's retreating figure and muttered to himself:

"Jon's Bizarre Adventure? That's a good premise."

"It would be even more fun if you could talk to animals too."

The two put the little incident they had just experienced out of their minds and walked to the front of the farm.

The farm gates were shaking violently.

The two burly men were pressed against the door panel in fear, not daring to make a move.

"OI!" Jon exclaimed upon seeing this. "Gentlemen, is there something inside?"

"It's a beast!" a farm worker shouted, turning around. "Bigger than a mule...and its braying..."

"I know, she's even fiercer than a shrew, isn't she?"

Jon stepped forward and held out an FBI badge.

This is the identification card given to him by S.H.I.E.L.D., which can avoid a lot of trouble to some extent.

"Here are my identification documents, please take a look."

"Are you sure you want me to let go?" the farm worker asked nervously. "There's a real beast inside!"

"Don't worry," Jon said confidently, turning around to ask:

"Phil, are you ready?"

"OK!"

By this time, Coulson had already raised his pistol and was steadily aiming it at the door.

These two seem quite reliable.

The two farm workers exchanged a glance, simultaneously released the door handle, and turned to run away.

"Roar—" A deep roar echoed through the warehouse.

As soon as Jon turned his head, a lion leaped over his head, the gust of wind it generated lifting the hem of his clothes.

"What?!"

"Jon!" Coulson's finger was already on the trigger. "I'm going to shoot!"

"Don't shoot!" Jon raised his hand to stop him. "It's just running for its life; it has no intention of attacking."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the lion landed and ran away without looking back or showing any hesitation.

"broken."

Coulson swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Clearly, he had already figured out what could make the king of the grasslands flee in such terror.

What kind of animal is in that warehouse?

"Let's get ready," Jon said, his expression turning serious. "It might be a bear."

However, the two of them also knew that this was impossible.

As they spoke, the two exchanged a glance and slowly stepped into the warehouse, one after the other.

The warehouse was dimly lit; apart from the light coming through the main door, the only other sound was their tense breathing.

Sudden.

Click.

A strange noise suddenly came from behind a box in the corner of the warehouse.

"What is that!" Coulson immediately raised his gun and aimed.

Jon Snow was also on edge, with Star Platinum ready to strike at any moment.

No matter what it is, he can resolve the battle immediately; this is his caution towards the unknown.

Similarly, this caution was the most valuable instinct he inherited from Dior.

They helped him through one crisis after another.

"Woof!"

Just as the two were tense, a black and white dog's head peeked out from behind the box.

It barked once, but to Jon's ears, he heard the dog yell!

"The Fool!"

"Why is it a dog?" Coulson lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly.

Then!

Swish! A sharp claw formed from sand suddenly slapped Coulson's pistol away.

finally.

Fine sand danced in the air, quickly coalescing into a grotesque dummy that hovered behind the Boston Terrier.

"This is..." Jon's eyes widened. "The Fool's card's hint at a substitute... Could you be...?"

"You are Iggy!"

Iggy was clearly taken aback, and a human-like anger appeared on his dog face as he barked at Jon.

"Woof! Woof woof woof! (Who are you! Don't just call me by my name!)"

Woof woof woof woof!