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

Chapter 82 Captain of the American Wolf Warriors

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The overwhelming fatigue quickly caused Jon to fall into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he felt himself floating above the clouds, surrounded by golden clouds.

It was just as radiant as the clouds that rose around Jotaro and the others' souls.

Although it was a dream, Jon felt that his consciousness was unusually clear, which was very strange.

"Where is this place?" Jon looked around. "Am I in Heaven? Am I about to see the Jade Emperor?"

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"What kind of place is this? Am I going to die from overwork? Damn Fury!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of upward steps suddenly appeared in front of him, as if guiding him.

"What the hell?"

Jon blinked and looked up the steps—at the top stood a kind figure in a white robe and a crown of thorns.

"Child..." The mysterious saint looked kindly at him, as if he were looking at his own child.

"Go to hell! You bastard, use those two holes in your hands to hit your XX, fuck you!"

'

Without hesitation, Jon Snow, fully conscious, raised his middle finger and mocked the figure.

The mysterious saint showed obvious astonishment, and the next second Jon woke up from his dream.

"Ugh..." Jon rubbed his groggy head and sat up.

"This dream is really strange," he muttered, suddenly noticing the unusually bright sky outside the window.

"Wait..." He suddenly grabbed his phone; the screen showed 13:07.

"You've been sleeping since 3 p.m. yesterday?" He scratched his head. "I missed my date... Oh well."

Although I overslept, the extended sleep also brought many benefits.

First of all, the fatigue from using time stop continuously without rest during the Western tour has been completely swept away.

The injuries and muscle tears that had been inflicted on my body have also healed completely.

Clap, clap.

He stretched his limbs and opened the bedroom door, only to hear the rapid clicking of keyboards coming from Skye's room.

Hearing Jon's footsteps, Skye said without looking up, "You missed our candlelight dinner, but I'll forgive you since you just got back."

"Lunch is on the table, remember to eat."

"understood."

Jon quickly finished washing up, took a couple of bites of the pizza Skye had left behind, and got ready to go out.

There are many things to do today. The first thing is to submit the comic.

As for the second thing... well, let's just get the first thing done first. Anyway, he can't think of anything else to do.

After packing his things, he slung his briefcase over his shoulder and quickly left the apartment.

On the streets of Times Square, he ate an ice cream he had bought on a whim while frowning and looking up at the sky.

"The sky was clear and blue just half an hour ago, and now there's smog? Are you kidding me?"

The gloomy sky completely ruined his good mood for the day; it wasn't a good omen.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps, accompanied by the pungent smell of disinfectant, approached Jon.

"Disinfectant?" Jon, with his keen sense of smell, frowned slightly, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd.

The next second, a burly man running at top speed bumped into him in the crowded throng.

"Um?"

Jon's dynamic vision caught it all in an instant.

In his eyes, everyone around him moved incredibly slowly, including the guy who was charging around recklessly.

To make matters worse, his favorite three-scoop ice cream was slowly falling, and it was only a breath away from hitting the ground!

Star Platinum flashed by, catching the ice cream cone in a flash and placing it in Jon's hand, but this still did not quell Jon's anger.

"You bastard!" he shouted angrily, grabbing the man's shoulder. "Hey!"

The other person suddenly turned around, and as their eyes met, they both saw something in each other's eyes.

Steve Rogers' shoulders tensed, his muscles flexing reflexively.

As a super soldier, his reaction and observation skills far surpass those of ordinary people.

The man grabbing him... had a cold expression, fierce eyes, and exuded a dangerous aura.

Without a doubt, this is an evil party, and the most evil kind at that!

Sure enough, villains of every era are all the same: pungent hostility and undisguised ferocity.

Steve thought to himself.

As a super soldier, he had long realized that he was no longer in his original era, but he was unwilling to accept it.

Although he wanted to escape, when faced with a threat, Captain America's only instinctive reaction was to fight back!

Without hesitation, he threw a powerful punch at Jon, but he held back!

Jon didn't care who the other person was; this guy actually dared to make the first move? Let's see who falls first!

Using Platinum Star is me bullying you!

"snort!"

The next second, a sharp gust of wind from the punch grazed his cheek. Jon was startled and barely managed to dodge by turning his head.

But the punch was too fast, and the ice cream in his hand was sent flying again!

This isn't the level of a normal human being! This guy! He needs a beating first!

"You fucking—" Jon's eyes widened, a cold glint flashing in them, "I haven't even gotten angry yet, and you've already made your move?"

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In the distance, several Chevrolets were speeding toward them.

Fury, in the lead car, immediately recognized Jon and Steve, a look of surprise flashing in his single eye.

A perfect plan instantly took shape in his mind; he decided to let Jon use his unique charisma to keep the lost super soldier calm.

"Jon! Calm him down..." Fury shouted out the car window.

Before he could finish speaking, an enraged Jon had already flashed behind Steve, his fist already raised high.

Upon seeing this, Fury's smile froze on his face—as the king of spies, he was all too familiar with such ominous signs.

Damn it, I can't see his expression because his back is to me... Why is he so angry?

Ice cream? That fallen ice cream? Just because of an ice cream?

Something terrible is about to happen!

"Stop! Jon, stop fucking me!"

'

Too late...

Fury watched helplessly as Jon swung his fist and smashed it squarely into Steve's face.

The dull thud of a fist hitting a face could be heard clearly even twenty meters away.

It's clear that Jon didn't hold back at all after discovering that this guy was no ordinary person!

Before Fury's bewildered eyes, Captain America's muscular body swayed and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Mazefuck!" Fury slapped his forehead, his single eye peeking out from between his fingers, speechless. "You've messed everything up."

"Sir, is the operation plan still in place?" the agent in the driver's seat asked cautiously.

"Contingency plan? What a load of rubbish!" Fury whirled around. "Step on the gas! Right now! Immediately!"

'

In the middle of the street, Steve wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, his pupils trembling slightly.

Are ordinary people this strong in this era? Looks like I'm really out of touch!

"Uh." He shook his head, got up, re-established his fighting stance, and emphasized, "I can fight like this all day."

"A whole day? I'll make you lie on your stomach all day."

Jon's bloodshot eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.

He certainly recognized the big oaf in the star-striped uniform, but that didn't stop him from beating the guy into a colorful mosaic.

Just as he clenched his fist, a screeching sound of brakes tore through the air and reached them.

"Jon!" Fury practically jumped out of the car. "Mazefak! Stop right now!"

"Frey? You're back from Hawaii?"

Jon's knuckles cracked, clearly indicating he wasn't going to listen to this black bastard, but his anger had subsided considerably.

Although he was very unhappy, there was no need to be in this situation now.

It's worth noting that some of the JoJo characters have a little-known quirk.

Due to a less-than-pleasant childhood experience.

Jon Snow's quirk is that he hates being interrupted while he's eating.

In his eyes, this was no different from pushing someone's shoulder in a provocation, especially since this guy actually did push his shoulder.

"You bastard!"