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

Chapter 86 The Evil Jon's Revenge Plan

"That bartender," Jon pointed to the bar counter not far away, "you shouldn't listen to what he's about to say. Avoid it."

"Understood." Paris wisely left.

As a secret agent, he knew perfectly well that the less you knew about certain things, the safer you were.

He would have left long ago if neither of them had stopped him from leaving.

Once they were alone in the bar, Jon finally spoke up: "I'm planning to have Captain America take some annoying guy to harass Ross, make that old bastard lose his mind, and things will be much easier."

"etc."

Coulson's eyes instantly cleared, making him look like a fresh graduate.

He had thought Jon was just joking, but it turns out there was some real bombshell.

"You mean Captain America should go find Ross? So he's really alive? Oh my god."

"Of course I'm alive."

Jon's lips curled into a slight smile; it seemed this Level 8 agent's information was indeed a bit outdated.

"An hour ago I saw Fury and a team chasing a blond, muscular man in a car in Times Square."

"The most amazing thing is that even when they were driving, with the gas pedal floored, they still couldn't outrun that guy."

"When I looked closely, I realized that the person looked exactly like the Captain America in the museum. So..."

"Wait a minute." Coulson seriously pulled out his phone and walked to a corner. "I really need to check this out."

Jon stroked his chin, watching him make the phone call thoughtfully.

When Coulson returned shortly after, he couldn't hide his joy, but he quickly put on a stern face.

"Honestly, Jon, your idea is terrible."

"Yeah, it's terrible."

Jon took a sip of his drink, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Actually, he did it on purpose, all because of that ice cream!

Now, Jon Snow, that petty fellow, is going to teach that old popsicle a lesson.

"But as long as it works, that's fine. Just imagine the scene—Wryyyyyy!"

Jon couldn't help but imagine Captain America standing in front of Ross, babbling on and on.

The key point is that when that stubborn old fogey starts lecturing, even Ross, as a general, has to bite the bullet and listen.

At this point, if someone even more disliked by Rose were to join in the flames...

Wow, that was a perfect provocation! If this doesn't fall through, he'll take Fury's last name.

If you piss off that hot-tempered old man, he'll definitely stick to his guns and refuse to back down just to save face.

Bronsky will never get out of prison in his lifetime.

However, this plan has two problems that Jon has no clue how to solve.

1. First, how should they persuade Captain America?

2. Where can we find such a troublesome person? Should we send Peter? Forget it, he still wants to protect that child's bottom.

After all, if Peter gets too long-winded, Ross might actually spank him.

"How about we try a different approach?" Jon suddenly changed his mind. "It would be simpler to find a fool to cause trouble."

"That makes sense. It's more reliable to let an incompetent idiot ruin this whole thing."

Coulson nodded in agreement, then, with a rare hint of shyness, made a suggestion.

"I can do it, Jon. Don't you think I'd be perfect to play a fool?"

"Hmm?" Jon raised an eyebrow in surprise.

A dignified Level 8 agent, an elite member of S.H.I.E.L.D., would actually be willing to ruin his image for his idol?

"Good heavens, you can absolutely pass for a fool when you pretend to be one."

"What kind of spell did that damn Steve Rogers cast on you?" Jon couldn't help but sneer. "You're practically ready to propose to him in your wedding dress."

Just then, the phone vibrated, and Jon's eyes lit up when he glimpsed the sender's name.

[Hey kid, I heard you're back in New York? —Tony Stark]

"I've changed my mind, the plan remains the same!"

Jon jumped up and patted Coulson hard on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, Agent Coulson, your career as a bumbling fool is over before it even began."

Before Coulson could react, Jon had already rushed out of the bar, excited.

The choice couldn't be more perfect—Captain America's stubbornness combined with Tony Stark's arrogance?

Just imagining that scene made him want to burst out laughing; General Ross would probably be so angry he'd explode on the spot.

No one can doubt Tony's ability to offend; coupled with his arrogance, at least five out of ten sentences he utters will be offensive, whether overt or covert.

awesome!

Jon dialed Fury's number directly, and the phone was answered quickly after only three rings.

"Speak," Fury said, his voice clearly impatient.

"Frey! I have a brilliant idea, you'll definitely help, right?"

Jon spoke very quickly.

My idea is this...

"

On the other end of the phone, Fury's brows furrowed at first, then gradually relaxed.

He turned to look at Captain America in the back seat, his eyes becoming playful and complex.

"What's wrong, sir?" Steve shifted his position uneasily.

Ever since he met this one-eyed black man, he felt that the other man was very unfathomable.

His sharp eyes held a calculating glint, yet his words and actions exuded righteousness and authority, a contradictory aura that made him very uncomfortable.

"Captain, I've assigned you a warm-up task."

A mischievous glint flashed in Fury's eyes, but he quickly straightened his face and became very serious.

Upon seeing this expression, Steve immediately straightened his back, because he had seen this expression many times before.

Back in the military, this was how officers would look whenever they were about to give important instructions.

"Captain." Fury leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said seriously.

"Ready to go at any time, sir," Steve replied solemnly.

Although this era is still unfamiliar to me, the mission to temporarily escape reality has come at just the right time.

Steve still enjoys clearing his mind for a while.

Fury, mimicking Jon Snow, said in a deep voice, "Do you want to save the world?"

Steve's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze instantly sharpening as he demanded, "Hydra? Or the Nazis? Are they still active? What's the specific situation?"

Captain America exudes the sharp aura unique to soldiers, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

But Fury didn't even flinch—this level of pressure was nothing to him.

After all, even Jon Snow's wicked smile, imposing figure, and extremely imposing voice couldn't shake him.

As the king of spies, there's nothing in this world that can frighten him anymore.

Of course, except for his wife.

Fury leaned forward without changing his expression and said businesslike, "I need you to go to a bar tomorrow, find a distraught general, and give him a long lecture."

"What?"

Even the battle-hardened Steve was baffled by this absurd order.

A distraught general? In a bar? And he's going to lecture you? Do even generals need psychological counseling these days?

However, a soldier's duty is to obey orders.

Steve finally nodded, after all, this was his old profession.

I just don't know if his methods of psychological counseling from World War II are still effective today.

Hopefully it will work.

But what he didn't know was that what Fury wanted was simply not going to work.

Meanwhile, Jon Snow was on the phone, asking, "Furry, is everything settled with the captain?"

"All done." Fury's tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "And you?"

"I'll tackle the toughest challenge."

Jon looked up at the towering Stark Tower and said calmly.