Garfield, who crossed from Marvel

In the cafeteria, after finishing the meal, Garfield was lying on the dining table with his bloated belly, his right hand on his belly, his eyes closed, and he looked like he was enjoying himself after finishing.

"Now, we can go back." Phil, who had been staying silently beside him, came to the dining table.

"Wait, burp... I just finished eating. It's not appropriate to exercise. I need to rest." Garfield hiccupped and said in a lazy tone without even bothering to open his eyes.

When Phil heard Garfield's words, he didn't say much. His mission these days was to stay by Garfield's side and never leave for a moment.

Garfield lay like this for more than an hour before slowly turning over and standing up. His eyes were slightly squinted, and his tongue deftly came out to lick his lips, as if he was savoring the deliciousness of the food.

"Are you well rested?" Seeing Garfield stand up unsteadily, Phil hurriedly walked over with a polite smile on his face.

"No, I'm hungry again! I want a piece of pasta!" Garfield, still unfinished, raised his head with a look of longing in his eyes.

Hearing Garfield's words, Phil's expression became stiff. An hour ago, Garfield had eaten 50 steaks, 20 plates of fried chicken, 30 French fries, 20 Big Mac burgers, and 10 full-meat pizzas. and 40 bottles of Pepsi, but now he's hungry again.

"Okay!" Phil's tone was very helpless, but he still turned around and ordered food for Garfield. After all, it was better to let him eat here than to let the fat cat go around causing trouble.

In this way, almost another hour passed before Garfield followed Phil and left the cafeteria, preparing to check out the room where he was staying.

"I will stay with you these days, so you live with me!" Phil, who was walking in front, explained to Garfield who was behind him.

"I don't want to be gay! I want girls! Beautiful girls with big breasts! You are too ugly, and your forehead keeps reflecting light, which will affect my sleep." Garfield, who was following Phil, protested dissatisfied.

Phil ignored Garfield's constant protests and led the way with a calm face, but the gradually deepening wrinkles on his forehead showed the anger in his heart.

Following Phil, Garfield walked for a long time. This office building was really winding, and it was forbidden to approach or pass. Garfield felt like he was about to faint.

After walking to the Nth corner with Phil, Garfield suddenly shouted in horror, "Meow!"

The frightened and sharp scream startled Phil, who was walking in front, and he quickly turned around to look at Garfield.

At this moment, Garfield was clinging to the wall tightly, his limbs had been caught in the wall because of too much force. Garfield looked down with a disgusted expression.

"Garfield, what's wrong with you?" Phil's tone was extremely helpless.

"Rat, there is a rat!" Garfield said in a slightly excited tone, and he stretched out a paw to point to the shadow against the corner of the wall.

Following the direction Garfield's paw pointed, Phil saw a gray-black mechanical bionic mouse in the corner, which was probably a product of the R&D room.

"Garfield, you're a cat, right?"

Facing Phil's question, Garfield retorted angrily: "What's wrong with the cat? Can't cats hate mice? Humble slave, now I order you to catch that damn mouse for me."

The corner of Phil's mouth twitched slightly, and the idea of ​​killing this fat cat kept coming up in his heart. However, considering the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves and Nick's order, Phil endured it.

After glancing at Garfield who was clinging to the wall, Phil did not take any action. It was rare to see this bitch cat deflated, which relieved Phil's depressed mood a lot.

Garfield on the wall looked at the motionless Phil and shouted angrily: "Asshole! Didn't you hear my order?"

Seeing that Garfield was about to become angry and ashamed, Phil took action. He walked over quietly and stepped on it suddenly, and the mouse instantly turned into a ball of mechanical waste.

"Okay, the mechanical mouse is dead!" After finishing dealing with the mouse, Phil looked up at Garfield.

"Huh!" Garfield breathed a sigh of relief and fell down from the wall.

As a child, when Garfield was still in the orphanage, he was bitten severely while teasing a mouse out of curiosity, which left a lasting shadow in his heart.

This also caused him to hate and dislike mice very much. He was not afraid of them, but simply hated them. He was extremely disgusted, just like many people do when they see bugs.This has nothing to do with race or strength, it is purely a mental illness.

The fallen Garfield looked at the suppressed smile on Phil's face and knew that he had been humiliated. "Listen, big forehead! If anyone else knows about this, I will make you completely bald." The kind with roots!”

Facing Garfield's threat, Phil quickly raised his hands to indicate that he would not speak nonsense. Of course, it would have been better if his face had not turned red from suppressing laughter.

"Why are you laughing! Why don't you hurry up and lead the way? What kind of crappy place is this? What kind of mechanical mouse have you created? Why are you so bored?" Garfield shouted angrily, with a dangerous red light in his eyes.

"Okay!" Phil held back his laughter and quickly turned around and walked forward.

Garfield, who was following Phil, would have been as red as a monkey's butt if it weren't for the thick fur covering his face. It was really embarrassing.

Because of this small episode, the relationship between Garfield and Phil actually improved a lot. Garfield, who followed Phil to the dormitory, felt so ashamed that he rarely caused trouble and lay down on the sofa as soon as he entered the dormitory. Close your eyes and rest your mind.

Two days later, in a small conference room, Nick was organizing a small meeting. Only some of Nick's cronies attended the meeting.

The main purpose of the meeting was, of course, how to deal with Garfield. After dealing with major organizations such as the Council, the White House, Congress, and the military, Nick finally had some free time and began to discuss Garfield's problem.

In the Statue of Liberty incident, because of Garfield's extremely fast speed, other forces except within S.H.I.E.L.D. did not know the real murderer, but they were sure to be an unknown, inhuman creature.

This makes Nick very lucky. Although he has been criticized and criticized in various ways, at least Garfield's situation has not been fully exposed.

If those stupid politicians and plutocrats really knew about Garfield's situation, those idiots would definitely not be able to help but take action. Garfield's magical and powerful ability, whether it is used for research or controlled as a weapon, is Very tempting.

Those high-ranking plutocrats and politicians think they are powerful. Once they take action and anger Garfield, it will definitely trigger a war.

No matter who wins or loses, it will cause great turmoil. Even if Garfield wins, there may be a huge crisis in this country. These are not what Nick wants to see.

Nick, who already had an idea in his mind, wanted to convey his thoughts and instructions rather than convene a meeting to discuss how to deal with Garfield.

The instructions are simple: use gentle means to deal with Garfield for the time being, try not to anger Garfield, but at the same time study Garfield and try to find his weaknesses, so as to create weapons or plans that can control or defeat Garfield.

Nick and others who were holding a meeting were in a very private conference room far away from Garfield, but unfortunately Garfield's super vision was far beyond their imagination.

Garfield, who was staying in the dormitory, was monitoring Nick and the others, listening to them talk about their various plans for him, with a meaningful smile on his lips.