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

"Guys!"

Jon stared intently at the scroll in his hand and said:

"I don't know what this number represents, but it's definitely a clue!"

"So we must hold on!"

"Start recording the time now." He took out his phone and said, "Phil, what's the typical speed of a tornado?"

"Approximately..." Coulson quickly did the mental calculations and arrived at the answer, "It's fifty-four kilometers per hour!"

"That's 15-20 meters per second!" Jon immediately calculated, but then frowned. "No... that has nothing to do with 2115 on the scroll."

He closed his eyes and tried to recall everything that had just happened in the last bit of time.

A moment later, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him—his memory was frozen on the moment he opened his phone.

Because! At that moment, the time displayed on his phone was 21:14 PM.

It's 2114, but the spool reads 2115. In other words, these four numbers represent...

"Time!" Jon Snow's eyes snapped open. "Time and tornadoes are the key words to finding the devil's palm!"

What does "tornado" mean?

"Tornado... Tornado..."

While Jon was thinking, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the iron ball at his waist.

He instinctively reached out, and suddenly, the priest's words came to mind:

"The Lord said, 'All things are round; if things can turn back...'"

"Only by experiencing the suffering of saints and walking the path they walked can we find the land chosen by God."

"And Texas has a lot of tornadoes, perhaps the sages of old..."

Surprisingly, Jon managed to connect these fragmented clues at this crucial moment!

After figuring it out, Jon suddenly looked up, his face full of surprise.

"Jon!" Coulson had already reinforced the shelter with Ripple. "We're running out of time!"

"Wait!" Jon stopped him and said to Iggy, "Open the vault, I need to get out."

"What! Are you crazy?!"

Thor grabbed him by the collar and yelled:

"That's a fucking tornado! You're just a mortal; the moment you come into contact with that thing, you'll be blown into the sky!"

"That's right, I'm going to go out and let that damn tornado blow me into the sky!"

Jon broke free, his eyes filled with an indescribable fervor.

It's just like Pucci's expression when he was about to go to heaven back then, exactly the same as Jon Snow's!

"I can sense that this is the only chance to find the devil's palm; if I miss it, there will be no future!"

"There was an old man named Joseph who always said..."

Jon held up a finger, mimicking Joseph's expression almost perfectly, and said:

"If you have the chance, you must seize it!!"

Jon's intuition has saved him many times and is never wrong.

This is a gift bestowed upon Jon by his Joestar bloodline—a gift that allows him to perceive destiny.

Whenever the gears of fate begin to turn, the Joestars' intuition will react.

At this very moment, in this extremely dangerous situation, Jon heard the echo of destiny resounding in his ears!

This is an opportunity!

The devil chose him, summoning him through a scroll and testing him with a tornado.

The numbers on the scroll are an invitation to the remains of a saint, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Although this opportunity and danger coexisted, Jon believed he would be safe, and he also had reasons to go.

Because the legendary perfect Aja red stone is very likely embedded in the Devil's Palm pillar.

He absolutely has to get it!

Thinking about this...

"Guys," Jon said in a low voice, putting his arm around the shoulders of his men, "I'm off."

Remy lowered his head and fell silent, while Thor hugged him tightly.

Iggy gritted his teeth, barely suppressing the urge to bite Jon.

Only Coulson's eyes were slightly red.

As the one who had been with Jon the longest and was the most compatible partner among them, he knew better than anyone the importance of the Redstone to him.

Therefore! Obstructing him now would be truly cruel to Jon, and he wouldn't do that.

"Guys, being able to team up with you guys..."

Jon suddenly poured most of the Ripple energy he had just refined into Coulson's body.

"Fine, I can't say anything cheesy, let's leave it at that."

"Damn it, are you crazy?!" Coulson's fists clenched white. "How can you have half of the Ripple gone—"

"Return it to me when I return alive! If I'm gone, your ripples alone won't be enough to maintain our defense!"

That's why he lent Coulson Ripple; he couldn't just walk away after taking a risk.

The safety of his companions, who risked their lives for a mere promise, was equally important.

Moreover, he didn't really like ripples, because ripples always gave him the feeling that times have changed, but he himself hasn't.

That's fine.

Jon stood up, grabbed the water bottle, and said:

"Iggy! Open the door!"

"Woof! (Don't you dare die, you two-legged creature!)"

Don't worry.

The moment the exit opened, a howling wind rushed in.

"Well!"

Jon went outside and painstakingly splashed water on the outer wall of the shelter, making it easier for Coulson to transmit the ripples!

"That's truly spectacular."

When he faced the towering tornado, even basic breathing became difficult, and his body began to tremble.

There's a saying that goes, "Fear is a biological instinct."

Even Jon Snow couldn't completely avoid this instinct.

"It's not too late to go back now," a voice echoed in his mind.

"snort."

Jon, expressionless, pulled out a crumpled cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

Platinum Star's figure flashed, and the flame he conjured from his fingers miraculously ignited the cigarette in the gale.

"Hiss—" Nicotine mixed with sand rushed into his lungs, and Jon squinted his eyes, stinging from the sandstorm. "Huff..."

As the cigarette glowed and faded, the last trace of fear in Jon's eyes dissipated into the storm with the smoke rings he exhaled.

I might die, no, I'm sure I'll die!

But we've already come this far!

"Then let's go."

He straightened his collar and took his first step firmly into the face of the tornado.

The howling wind suddenly blew the hat off Jon's head.

"Euro!"

Seeing this, Star Platinum appeared behind him, grabbed the hat, and pressed it onto Jon's forehead.

At the same time, its body became a phantom, possessing Jon Snow, protecting him and giving him power.

With the savage power of Star Platinum, Jon Snow broke through the wind wall and walked forward against the gale!

Sudden.

As he approached the tornado, a strange vacuum suction force pulled his feet off the ground!

"Damn it!" Jon cursed under his breath.

The cigarette that had just left his mouth was instantly shredded into dust by the tornado.

"Hmm?" Jon paused for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

As he watched the cigarette wisps spinning rhythmically in the tornado until they vanished without a trace, a flash of realization crossed his eyes!

"A spin? Is this also a spin?"

The current situation is that as soon as he gets sucked into the tornado, he will be torn apart by the rotating force inside.

But what if his rotation frequency is the same as that of a tornado?

Wouldn't that be like a fish entering the ocean?

We did it right away.

He suddenly threw the iron ball from his waist into the air, and seeing this, Star Platinum appeared and grabbed the iron ball!

The spinning iron ball traced a green arc and slammed heavily onto Jon's shoulder blade just as he was about to be sucked into the tornado.

"Smack!"

The muffled thuds of the muscles were drowned out by the howling wind.

The spinning power granted by the iron ball instantly transmitted to Jon's entire body.

In an instant, Jon Snow transformed into a humanoid fish and began to spiral upwards along the tornado's swirling trajectory!

Oh my god!

Then, the sound of tearing fabric rang out one after another, and the tattered pieces of clothing mixed with blood disappeared into the tornado.

But Jon grinned, for he was swimming through the tornado at an almost perfect angle.

When the updraft and the vortex reached equilibrium, he was suspended in the very center of the eye of the storm, a thousand meters above the ground!

This is a bizarre phenomenon. Across the river of time, Jon Snow has somehow merged with the figure of the Saint of the past!

"A mere tornado—" High in the sky, Jon Snow spread his arms and laughed wildly, "How could it possibly harm me, Jon Snow!"

"Wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Suddenly, the scroll in his arms flew out and began to unfurl on its own.

The large hole in the scroll completely enclosed the tornado.

"I guessed right..." Jon reached out and touched the scroll. "A tornado is also a kind of vortex..."

"This is the right path to the devil's grasp!"

"I, Jon Yowick, have always been on the right path!!!"

(Brothers, will we win?)