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

Jon Snow learned a lesson from a young age.

That is, once an adversarial relationship is formed, eliminating the threat completely is the simplest and most effective way to deal with it.

To avoid being harassed by vampires again, he decided to kill the so-called Deacon once and for all.

Finding Deacon, however, was not easy. That guy was very good at hiding, and even Jarvis only found a few clues.

Therefore, Jon could only find him in the most rudimentary but also most effective way: by unraveling the mystery step by step.

The first step is to find the pro-ghost clan member who leaked the information and see what information can be extracted from him.

So Jon called Pepper and asked her to ask Tony to look it up for him.

"That man's name is Harrison; he's probably the one who leaked the information."

Tony's voice came from the phone in Jon's hand.

"Thanks, Tony. Please also thank Pepper for me."

"Need my help, kid?"

"No need, I want to do this myself."

"Okay, remember to call Pepper when you get back, otherwise she'll worry."

"Um."

Jon hung up the phone and looked at the address on his phone. He was going to settle the score now.

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Brooklyn

Harrison, his neck hunched, carrying a case of beer, hurried across the street.

His eyes scanned his surroundings constantly, as if he were wary of something that might suddenly appear.

In fact, his suspicions were correct.

Now, both Jon Snow and the vampires are looking for him.

Harrison is now too afraid to go to work or go home; he's practically a rat in the street.

"This is absolutely terrible luck."

Harrison opened the car door and got in.

Just as he was about to start the car, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Huh?" Harrison quickly looked towards the passenger seat.

The first thing I saw was a pair of red eyes.

Harrison swallowed hard; he saw a hint of murderous intent and darkness in those red eyes.

Sudden.

"You, you are!" Harrison recognized the man and exclaimed.

"Hmph---Do you remember now?"

Jon Snow, sitting in the passenger seat, revealed a wicked smile and gave it a sharp turn.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Harrison groaned in agony, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"My wallet is in the side pocket."

"Ha, still being stubborn?"

Jon sneered, then clenched his other fist and slammed it hard into his face.

"Ugh—!"

Harrison's vision went black, blood gushed from his nose, and he was slammed against the car door by the punch.

He struggled to get up, but the next second, Jon roughly ripped open his collar.

It revealed the brand that belonged only to Deacon, hidden beneath his collar.

Jon looked at the strange tattoo on the back of his neck and said with a mocking expression:

"Looks like our Harrison is some guy's lackey?"

"Don't eat pickled radishes!"

Seemingly still not satisfied, Jon punched him twice more in the face.

"Well!!"

Harrison's face was covered in blood from his nose, his lips were trembling, and two of his teeth had been knocked out.

"No, no."

Jon grabbed his collar and slammed his face against the glass, shouting:

So, are you going to tell me or not?

Upon hearing this, Harrison burst into tears, feeling wronged.

"Ugh, then go ahead and ask!"

"Uh, didn't I ask?"

Jon paused, then, enraged, punched him in the face again.

"Only I can ask questions now!"

Harrison was seeing stars from the blow, and upon hearing this, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that he would be punched by Jon the next second.

"Where is Deacon?"

Upon hearing the name, Harrison stiffened, and his eyes began to flicker.

"I...I really don't know!"

Jon squinted, then suddenly smiled, a very happy smile.

That utterly sinister smile instantly sent chills down Harrison's spine.

"Do you believe in gravity?" Jon slowly cracked his knuckles.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, because you'll find out soon enough."

After saying that, Jon revealed a cruel smile.

"No! I beg you, please, give me some tonic!!! I really—ouch!!"

One minute later, on the street.

Harrison's face was covered in dust and blood. He lay face down on the ground, sleeping peacefully.

Beside him.

"Ha ha."

Jon stood under the streetlamp, shaking the note in his hand with satisfaction.

The note had an address scribbled on it; it was for a cold storage facility.

Then, he casually pulled a Rolex watch from Harrison's pocket and weighed it in his hand with a smile.

"Someone like you is wearing a Rolex?"

Jon kicked Harrison again and said:

"Let me see what's going on."

But when he turned the watch face over and examined it closely under the light above his head, his expression froze instantly.

On the back of the dial was a line of small characters.

"Relax? Relax? Heh..."

Jon, with a dark expression, read the small print aloud with great regret.

"It turned out to be a fake..."

As he spoke, he threw the watch into the trash can and turned around.

Harrison, his face bruised and swollen, was quietly crawling in the opposite direction, using both his hands and feet.

And so, the unlucky Harrison was kicked again by Jon, who had a dark expression on his face, and passed out.

Jon then took out the car keys he had just seized, started the car, and drove toward the cold storage.

The cold storage facility at the address is not far away, right in Hell's Kitchen, one of New York's most infamous neighborhoods.

Jon could understand it; vampires would definitely love chaotic places.

When he saw the address Harrison had given him, he knew that Harrison was probably not lying.

So even if he can't find Deacon this time, this place is definitely Deacon's territory.

Just as Jon parked his car on the street next to the cold storage with great anticipation.

Jon Snow was stunned when he got out of the car.

The cold storage room was already sealed off, indicating that it had been completely raided.

This is clearly the work of Blade Runner.

"Alright," Jon said with a strange look, "that blade was way too fast!"

"It seems that having Coulson contact him was the right decision."

Just then, Jon's nose twitched; he seemed to smell a strange odor.

The flavor was very faint, yet it carried an element that made him somewhat excited.

Moreover, it seemed to have come from a very far place; normally, a normal smell wouldn't have caused Jon such a strong reaction.

But the taste is none other than human blood.

"They added some kind of flavor enhancer? Looks like they're playing with blood baths, that's probably the idea, right?"

In the previous world, the group of undead that Dio transformed loved to play with this kind of thing.

Jon's expression turned serious as he followed the scent to a building in the distance.

It was a bar that was still open, with luxurious decorations and a bunch of parking attendants standing at the entrance.

The figure of Star Platinum flashed by behind Jon.

In Platinum Star's view, the parking attendants and even the prostitutes outside were all vampires.

"Wow, so blatantly?"

"Looks like I've come to the right place."

With that, Jon walked over there.