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

(Hehe, as usual, my godfathers, here's some monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. It's really going to be released tomorrow, so please come and support me! Or2)

"Jon! Hold him off!" Thor spun the hammer handle rapidly, charging up his power. "I need time to charge!"

Moments later, thunderclouds began to gather on Thor's hammer, and violent energy flickered continuously on the hammerhead.

It seems Thor intends to use the power of weather to enhance his strength, thus delivering a fatal blow to the Destroyer.

"Did you all hear that?"

Jon stared at the incoming laser beam, quickly using the cactus beside him as a reference point, and hurled the green iron ball.

"Try this! The power of golden vortex."

With a flick of his arm, a golden rectangle was formed, and the iron ball flew away in a perfect arc.

The moment it came into contact with the laser, the perfect golden vortex power was transmitted outward.

To everyone's astonishment, the laser beam that had been shooting straight towards them twisted at an unusual angle and shot into the sky.

"Haha, this is the Golden Spin!"

Jon's lips curled into a smug smile; the sense of accomplishment from mastering the Golden Spin in just a few days was unimaginable to others.

But he forgot that the iron ball was made of ordinary metal.

The iron ball was instantly melted by the high temperature of the laser.

"not good!"

Fortunately, just as Jon was about to dodge, the Destroyer's laser stopped.

A powerful response!

"That was close."

Jon stopped smiling and became fully alert; he was about to get serious!

However, Jon's actions just now successfully drew the Destroyer's full attention.

This low-intelligence divine machine was clearly unaware that a balding agent had already crept up beside it.

Unexpectedly, Jon inadvertently created an opportunity for Coulson, oh my god!

By the time the Destroyer discovered Coulson approaching, it was already too late; far too late.

Coulson's right hand, crackling with golden electricity, was already pressed against its metal leg.

hum!

The Destroyer chose to throw a punch directly, opting to use brute force to finish off Coulson.

Seeing this blow, which was enough to kill an ordinary person, everyone else was sweating for Coulson.

But Coulson was, after all, a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and had seen a lot of things.

Although he had never seen such a big scene before, he relied on his excellent ability to react on the spot!

With a backbend and a sliding tackle, he managed to dodge the potentially fatal fist that grazed his scalp!

That was a really cool slide tackle!

"Woof!"

Seeing this, Iggy immediately cried out, and the Fool, the Stand, suddenly lifted Coulson and carried him away from danger.

But Coulson's attack, which wasn't very damaging but was extremely insulting, had enraged the Destroyer!

The Destroyer raised its head, and its visor opened rapidly. This time, it didn't even need to charge up; it was ready to fire the laser directly.

It wants to kill this bug!

Despite the impending laser launch, Coulson maintained his composed expression.

Just as the laser was about to erupt, a burst of electricity suddenly surged through the Destroyer's arms.

Under the influence of the ripples, it uncontrollably punched itself in the face!

The use of ripples is absolutely stunning!

Jon's eyes lit up. As a fellow Ripple user, he immediately understood Coulson's bold move.

It turns out that the moment Coulson touched the Destroyer, he had already infused its metal body with Ripple energy.

At the same time, the time difference was precisely calculated, so that the Destroyer was hit by its own mechanical arm the instant it fired the laser.

"You have quite the talent."

Jon's lips curled into a slight smile as he quickly ran to Remy's side and called out to Iggy:

"Iggy! Use the Fool's Lock to restrain its legs, Thor's attack is coming!"

"Woof! (Don't order me around!)"

Iggy reluctantly cried out, but still manipulated the sand grains to form a quicksand trap, firmly trapping the Destroyer.

A thunderous roar echoed overhead, and the energy gathering in the clouds made the hairs on the back of Jon's neck stand on end.

"Is it that powerful?"

Now it's just a matter of Thor finishing things off. Actually, he could have used Star Platinum to destroy the Destroyer.

However, there are still some hidden dangers in doing this, since this thing is forged from Uru metal and it doesn't even belong to him.

What if Odin, that old man, is petty and comes looking for trouble?

So let the landlord's foolish son handle this matter himself.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Thor's laughter pierced through the clouds, accompanied by a thunderbolt that swooped down.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder! For the glory of the Northern Gods!"

Amidst the deafening crash, the Destroyer was reduced to a pile of metallic wreckage shimmering with the afterglow of magic.

It looks like this thing is completely ruined.

"Cough cough cough..."

The crowd dispersed the dust, and Jon walked toward Coulson, reaching out to pat him on the back.

"Phil, have you gotten into any trouble these past few days?"

"Fuck you!" Coulson slapped his hand away. "Do you know what I've been through, you bastard?"

"I haven't slept for three days! I've been trying to find you while also dealing with your damn aunt!"

He pointed to his reddened eyes, his honest face full of anger.

"You know what? She actually called me Principal Philip! And I had to make up some nonsense about your outstanding performance on your study abroad!"

"Do you understand how difficult it is for me?!"

Jon shrank his neck to avoid the spittle.

Seeing this, Remy and the others immediately suppressed their laughter and gathered around, eager to see Jon make a fool of himself.

"I'll make sure Fury fires you!"

Coulson, panting, pointed at Jon and threatened:

"I want you to watch helplessly as a job with a multi-million dollar annual salary goes down the drain!"

"You're fired! Go back to New York and draw your crappy comics, Jon Yowick!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Jon's eyebrows gradually rose, his surprise turning into undisguised joy, and he said:

"Really? That's great! That's wonderful! It's a deal, you can't go back on your word!"

"Hmm?" Coulson frowned; Jon's reaction was completely unexpected.

According to the script, Jon should be crying and begging him for his lost multi-million dollar salary at this moment.

This isn't right.

He instinctively turned to look at Remy and Thor, only to find them staring at him like he was an idiot.

Because, a few days ago, during a casual chat, Jon had mentioned that his aunt was the CEO of Stark Industries.

Even Thor, an Asgardian, understands that Jon Snow is not short of money on Earth, so Coulson's threat is simply laughable.

Yes, Jon has a very wealthy aunt!

Coulson then remembered.

Damn it, he completely forgot about that!

"Well..."

Coulson paused awkwardly for a second, then his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Dream on! You'll still be that damned consultant at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Then let's keep the original agreement unchanged." Jon shrugged indifferently. "S.H.I.E.L.D. will do something for me, and I'll do something for you."

"Speaking of which, you still owe me something, after all, I helped you find the devil's palm."

"Where exactly is that place?" Coulson narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure you can still find it?"

"Uh..." Jon was speechless. He really couldn't find that damned place anymore. "Damn it, let's just call it even."

"Speaking of which," he quickly changed the subject, "Thor, what are your plans next?"

"Plans?" Thor looked up at the sky. "Does going home and teaching some bastard a lesson count?"

"Would you like to come back with me?" He turned to Jon, his eyes shining. "I promised to make you a general, remember?"

"Huh?" Jon was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, "You mean that drunken rambling after drinking three beers?"

"You actually believed it?"

"We Asgardians never break our oaths," Thor assured you, patting his chest, "especially not to our friends."

"Thor! Forget about the Great General!" The Warriors Four rushed over. "We must return immediately; there's no time."

"Alright." Thor hugged Jane regretfully. "Darling, do you remember the Rainbow Bridge I told you about? Would you like to see it with your own eyes?"

Clearly, during the three days Jon Snow was missing, Thor turned his grief into a romantic offensive and successfully found love.

"What?" Jon raised an eyebrow, teasingly asking, "When did you guys...?"

"The day before yesterday," Thor winked smugly, then looked up and shouted, "Heimdall! Did you hear me?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the clouds in the sky began to swirl, and colorful streamers appeared and disappeared in the vortex.

"Jane, I swear," Thor kissed the back of her hand gently, "I will come back."

Completely ignoring the stares of their surroundings, the two began to passionately kiss.

"Wow!" Remy scooped up Iggy and covered its eyes. "Underage puppies shouldn't watch this! Ouch!"

After their lips parted, Thor, panting, looked at Jon.

"Thor! What are you looking at!" Jon took two steps back, raising his index finger and waving it from side to side. "I won't kiss you!"

"Fuck you, Jon, it's really fucking fucking!"

Thor, giving the middle finger, and the Asgardians stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge and disappeared.

"So..." Jon turned to the remaining group of people and the dog, spreading his hands, "Can we go home now?"

Coulson, standing to the side, mercilessly added insult to injury, saying:

"Have you finished your comic? Or have you figured out how to explain it to your aunt?"

"Good heavens... there's this too." Jon could only roll his eyes. "Fine, I'll draw it now."

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Let's call it..." Jon gave a mysterious smile, "...JoJo's Bizarre Adventure."