Garfield, who crossed from Marvel

Coming off S.H.I.E.L.D.’s exclusive passenger plane, Secretary Pierce, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., one of the leaders of Hydra, and now serving on the Security Council, was in a suit and tie, and was greeted by his confidant Agent Sitwell. aisle.

After leaving the airport and returning to his exclusive office, Pierce walked to the translucent, open floor-to-ceiling windows, put his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance.

"You said that a large amount of funds in the bureau were misappropriated by Nick and could not be traced? Did you find out anything?"

During this period, Pierce was traveling to various European countries. On the surface, he was inspecting SHIELD's various departments in Europe, but secretly, he was meeting with Hydra on several mountaintops in Europe.

Just three-quarters of the way through the visit and meeting, Pierce received news from his subordinates that there was a problem at the U.S. headquarters.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s U.S. headquarters is Pierce's base and home base, a place where no mistakes can be made.

Worried that something would go wrong, Pierce could only end his trip in a hurry and rush back to New York, USA.

"I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! Nick, a black guy with thick eyebrows and one eye, would actually embezzle public funds." Pierce stood in front of the window, his impression of Nick dropped extremely.

"Maybe it's because of a cat?" Bald Agent Sitwell stepped forward slightly and said to Pierce.

"Cat?" Pierce turned around and looked at Agent Sitwell behind him.

His eyes were slightly narrowed. It was mid-morning, and the bright sunlight passed through the window and was reflected by Sitwell's smooth, hairless and waxed head. It hit Pierce's eyes, making him a little uncomfortable.

Pierce, who was considerate of his subordinates and did not want to embarrass his subordinates, took a slight step and moved his position.

"Yes, a super cat," Sitwell reported the intelligence he had collected to Pierce. "Nick Fury is very cautious. There are only about twenty people in the agency involved in cat-related projects. We have now collected The information is limited, so we can only roughly confirm that the super cat has great strength, and its combat power is immeasurable."

After speaking, Sitwell looked at his boss carefully and moved his position slightly so that he appeared in front of him.

Squinting his eyes again, Pierce moved his position again, trying to avoid the dazzling sunlight.

"Super Cat!" Pierce whispered, his face expressionless, and he didn't know what to think about.

Seeing that the boss's position had moved again, Agent Sitwell, who prided himself on being sensible, also followed the boss's steps and moved his position.

Frowning his brows and looking at the bald man with no eyesight in front of him, Pierce was about to chase them away.

He quickly walked to his solid wood desk and sat down slowly. He held his forehead with one hand to block the tears that were shed by the dazzling sunlight. He waved his hand and said, "You go back first. I will find out about the cat from Nick." "

Agent Sitwell was a little stunned. He didn't know what happened to the boss today.Before even chatting for a few words, he drove himself away.

"Did that little Bichi in Europe hook up with the boss behind his back?" Thinking of this, Agent Sitwell suddenly became nervous.

"BOSS, are you uncomfortable in any way?" Sitwell hurriedly stepped forward and offered his courtesy.

Waving his hand again, Pierce said a little impatiently: "You go out first, I want to think about something."

Faced with Pierce's expulsion again, Agent Sitwell had no choice but to leave, secretly swearing in his heart that he would find Bichi who was hooking up with the boss and trying to steal his position.

After Sitwell left, Pierce took out a silk handkerchief from the front pocket of his suit and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He was so bald, all his hair had fallen out, and he was even waxed, and his eyes were almost blinded by me.

Looking towards the door of the room where Sitwell left, Pierce considered whether to change his assistant to one of his subordinates.

Garfield had no way of knowing about Sitwell's workplace crisis, but at this moment Garfield was also in a "crisis."

At Peter's house, Garfield, who was getting carried away with playing with Phil some time ago, often went out and came home very late, was caught by the intolerable Aunt May.

Lying on the sofa, listening to Aunt May's caring teachings, Garfield turned over, belly up, and started to act cute.

"Garfield, you disobedient bad guy," Aunt May, who has taken care of Garfield for a long time, already knows Garfield very well. When she saw Garfield, he tried his old tricks again and tried to pass the test by being cute. Aunt May was not fooled. "It's dangerous outside, you're not allowed to run out, do you understand?"

"Meow!" Garfield turned back over again, stepped forward, walked to Aunt May's side, and nuzzled Aunt May's folded thighs with his head.

"Alas!" Aunt May, who was still hit by the charm attack, sighed, bent down and picked up Garfield, placing Garfield between her crossed thighs.

Stroking Garfield's hair with her hand, Aunt May said with concern: "Garfield, there are a lot of bad people outside. Don't run around, be careful not to get caught by them."

At this time, Ben opened a can of cold beer for himself in the kitchen and walked slowly to the living room.

After hearing Aunt May's teachings to Garfield, Ben walked behind the sofa with a smile, leaning slightly to look at May and Garfield.

"Hey, Mei! I heard from my colleagues that cats like to run outside because they are in heat. Should we take Garfield to be neutered?"

"Meow!" After hearing Ben's words, Garfield, who was lying on his stomach and enjoying Aunt May's massage, suddenly stood up excitedly.

"Oh!" Ben, who was frightened by Garfield's reaction, almost spilled the beer in his hand.

Adjusting his movements and holding the beer can steadily, Ben raised his hands in a French military salute, "Just a suggestion!"

Aunt May continued to caress Garfield, trying to comfort Garfield, and said softly: "We're not going, we're not going, don't listen to Ben's nonsense."

After saying that, Aunt Mei looked at Ben angrily and lectured: "Ben, who told you to drink beer? This is very bad for your health."

Ben shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said weakly: "One can, just one can!"

Aunt May glared at Ben again before returning her gaze to Garfield.

Seeing Ben being reprimanded, Garfield also glared and said to himself: "You are a heartless guy. If you were not the king, you would have died a long time ago, and your wife would be picked up by a harpy."

In the evening, Peter, who had been wandering outside all day, also came home. All the rare members of Peter's family were sitting around the dining table.

As Aunt May brought the last meal, a whole roast chicken, to the table, everyone was ready to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.

Aunt May opened a can of salmon for Garfield and brought out a plate of shredded beef. The three of them and the cat enjoyed a hearty and delicious dinner in a warm atmosphere.

But on the other side of the city, Phil, who had not slept for 24 hours and had lost an unknown amount of hair, was sitting at his computer desk.

After dinner with Garfield yesterday, Phil did not dare to tell Nick the content of the chat at the dinner table under Garfield's serious warning. Instead, he investigated and compiled the information on his own.

Phil did not report the information to Nick. In addition to Garfield's stern warning, the reason was that he had no evidence and Garfield was often high.

Phil, who knew Nick's temper very well, knew that if he reported the information to Nick, no matter whether it was true or not, with Nick's dog...serious temper, he would definitely arrange a thorough investigation in private.

If Garfield was drunk, then as the person who reported the information, Phil would probably take the blame again, so Phil decided to investigate on his own first.

With his hands away from the keyboard and mouse, Phil leaned back on the chair tiredly and uncomfortable, his eyes bloodshot.

"Guys who talk half-heartedly deserve to go to hell!" Phil said through gritted teeth.