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

Chapter 91 Jon's Observational Skill

In an office of a pharmaceutical technology company in New York.

"Elihouse is dead?" Garrett stood by the computer, his face grim. "Are you sure he didn't leak anything?"

"Don't worry, the current was released before he could open his mouth, I guarantee he didn't say a word."

"Very good." Garrett said in a deep voice, looking both embarrassed and angry. "This JOJO almost caused me to capsize in the gutter, damn it."

"So, sir, should we get rid of him? Use the old methods?"

"The old way?" Garrett pondered.

The so-called old methods of this Hydra group are poisoning, assassination, creating accidents, targeting close relatives, and brainwashing and control.

They always use all sorts of underhanded tricks, taking turns targeting a particular person; it's extremely vicious.

"No, not this time." Garrett sensed danger and refused. "We must lie low. Fury has already noticed."

"We need to do something to distract him, just like before."

This elite of S.H.I.E.L.D. had already sensed the shift in the wind, and his battle-hardened intuition was incredibly accurate.

Sure enough, every consultant at S.H.I.E.L.D. is no ordinary person. Now, he has keenly sensed that someone is merely trying to get close to JOJ0's family.

Garrett was mentally calculating Jon's intelligence. In his view...

This unparalleled insight is not innate, but rather forged in extreme environments.

Even the slightest abnormality in a plant or tree can lead to a host of problems. What kind of environment could cultivate such a freak?

Garrett didn't know, but he was certain that if they acted again, this so-called JOJ0 would surely find them by following the clues.

Finding them would prematurely expose Hydra's entire next phase of its plan; this cannot continue.

"Sir, are we going to lie low again?"

Countless subordinates' eyes flashed with discontent, but it was suppressed by their fanatical faith.

"Yes, we need to continue lying low."

Garrett nodded in satisfaction, oblivious to his subordinates' emotions.

Rather, he simply didn't care about these guys' emotions. They were just tools anyway, why should they have any emotions?

However, tools still need regular maintenance, I thought of that.

"For our great cause!" Garrett declared passionately, standing still. "Long live Hydra!"

Sure enough, after he said that, everyone below responded with fervor.

"Long live Hydra!"

Garrett turned and left, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

As a modern-day Hydra, he naturally doesn't have the same fanatical faith as the old Hydra.

It was only mutual benefit that bound these mid-level Hydra agents together.

In his view, interests are the bond that holds the organization together, while faith is merely a means to drive the tools.

After all, if tools don't even generate profit, and they also lack faith, then who will work for you?

"Hibernation...bullshit hibernation."

He muttered to himself, his face showing restraint. Garrett had miscalculated; this fishing trip had unexpectedly yielded a shark.

"JOJO... is really something else, he's a worthy opponent."

Meanwhile, in a private hospital funded by S.H.I.E.L.D., Jon Snow leaned against the door of the autopsy room.

In the autopsy room, Simmons, a biological medical expert, is dissecting Ellie's body.

At the end of the corridor, Coulson, though looking somber, patiently tried to comfort a middle-aged woman.

Watching this scene, Jon repeatedly took out his cigarette case and then put it back, his eyes shifting between light and dark.

He hadn't been outmaneuvered like this in a long time—that all-seeing eye! That damned bastard!

Ellihouse... he does bear some responsibility for this.

He wasn't calm enough at the time and didn't trust his own judgment.

Ultimately, it comes down to his own inherent character flaws. He is not mature enough, not steady enough, impulsive, and prone to losing his temper.

Even more fatally, he was too confident in his abilities; who could have imagined that the other side was actually a puppet on a string?

The mastermind wisely cut off the leads after realizing there was a risk of exposure.

"A clairvoyant, is it?" Jon gritted his teeth, thinking angrily, "Nip it in the bud as soon as it appears, what a rat's behavior."

If only the old man's Hermit's Purple were here... One word and it would solve the problem, but you still have to think for yourself.

So Jon closed his eyes and kept replaying the message Ellie was trying to convey in his mind.

First of all, "Thousand-Mile Eyes" is a code name, a code name possessed by the person who controls Ellie.

Secondly, the clairvoyant is a middle-aged man who knows a lot of information and has a vast intelligence network, but the source of his information is unknown.

Thirdly, this guy has the ability to see things from God's perspective. Is it to foresee the future? Or is it just like the old man's ability to read and write?

What else? What else? Jon's thoughts were becoming increasingly chaotic.

No, his mind is a mess right now, he can't think calmly anymore, damn it!

Right now, all he can think about is finding that bastard and having Platinum Star Wolf kill him.

That's right, it's about killing him. Jon won't hold back this time.

This kind of villain who treats people as puppets and manipulates them at will is exactly the kind of wicked person that J0 Taro is talking about!

Jon would never hold back against someone like that.

With a click, the dissection room door slid open to the left, and Simmons came out carrying a tray.

Seeing Jon leaning against the wall with a gloomy expression, she hesitated for two seconds before awkwardly asking, "Advisor Yovik... are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Jon shook his head to suppress his anger and asked patiently, "Have you noticed anything?"

Yes, this one.

Simmons carefully picked up a charred mechanical eyeball with tweezers, saying, "This is a sophisticated device found in his brain... but its specific function..."

She smiled awkwardly, made room for him, and said apologetically, "Let Fitz explain; this is his area of ​​expertise."

Jon nodded in understanding. Everyone has their own expertise. Simmons is a PhD in biology, while Fitz is a mechanical engineer and an electrical engineer.

"Advisor," Fitz said, stepping out with his tablet. "I'll explain the rest."

"I just scanned this eye with a device."

He adjusted the tablet, brought up the scan data, and turned to Jon.

"The primary function of this prosthetic eye is to transmit visual signals, and it also features thermal imaging and retinal projection technology."

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"Add this thing." Fitz used tweezers to pick up the device connecting to the prosthetic eye: "Simply put, this is a signal transmitter."

"A signal transmitter..." Jon leaned closer to examine it, his eyes narrowing. "Is this what killed Ellie?"

"That's right."

Fitz pointed to the data jumping on the tablet, which was marked with a time.

"Records show that it released a powerful electric current this afternoon that was strong enough to burn out a brain."

"We also discovered a piece of information, advisor."

Simmons silently took the tablet and handed it to Jon, then leaned closer and quietly added, "We also discovered something else—this Ellie is from S.H.I.E.L.D.... and seems to have connections with Commander Coulson."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy?" Jon frowned as he looked at the information on the tablet. "He's a graduate of the academy?"

"Wait a minute?" His pupils contracted slightly when he saw Coulson's name in the mentor section. "...Things are getting interesting."

At this moment, Jon felt as if he had grasped something, but he didn't know how to do it.

Like facing a tangled mess, what he needs to do now is to accurately find the end of the thread.

Sure enough, it was time for the familiar task of finding loose threads again. Oh my god.

"Damn those clairvoyant eyes..." He rubbed his temples in pain. "Looks like we'll have to start investigating from Ellie's line."