The Cold War is another Cold War. Given Garfield's extremely bad behavior, Peter "brutally" imposed the highest punishment on Garfield, not speaking or sulking.

Yes, this is Peter's highest punishment for Garfield. There is no way, he can't beat him, he can't win even if he plays, and it's even more impossible to complain.

When Peter woke up in the morning, he turned cold and ignored Garfield. He even prepared his own breakfast. Garfield was ignored by him.

After breakfast, Peter, who was in poor spirits, went out with his schoolbag while yawning.

In the living room, Garfield, who was still lying on his small bed, squinted his eyes and looked at Peter's figure when he was leaving the door, and then slowly climbed off the bed.

Garfield, who had enough food and clothing, prepared breakfast by himself, took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, and came to the living room with these things.

Looking at the morning news hosted by the beautiful big-breasted host, eating cat food and potato chips, and drinking coke, Garfield's morning was very comfortable.

"Himmer!" Garfield, who was full, jumped off the sofa while burping, and was about to walk towards the door.

Walking out the door, Garfield came to his old position and began to send out signals, preparing to let his subordinates gather.

Soon, about twenty cats came to Garfield and stood up honestly and obediently.

According to the old rules, Garfield first called the name, and then prepared to start patrolling the territory. Garfield, who jumped off the railing, instinctively felt something was wrong.

After looking around carefully, I realized that my mount, the stupid huh, was gone.

"Where is that stupid dog?" Garfield asked his subordinates in front of him.

The cats have limited expressive ability, but Garfield still understood. Erha was missing. After yesterday afternoon, the cats never saw it again.

"It turns out that he was a stupid dog, and he actually lost himself." Garfield was not very surprised by Erha's disappearance. Just that idiot, when he saw a living person, had to come over curiously and affectionately. It would be strange if he didn't lose it.

However, although the truth is this, Garfield still felt that he should get the stupid dog back. After all, it was a royal mount, so how could he leave it alone?

Because of Erha's disappearance, Garfield had no intention of parading the streets. He ordered his cats to help find Erha's traces and then he was killed and disbanded.

After disbanding, Garfield came to Erhu's owner's house alone. A dog hunting notice was posted on the lamp pole at the door of the house. The photo on it was the Erhu who was grinning and smiling heartlessly.

"Stupid dog!" Garfield rolled his eyes and complained to the dog hunting notice.

No matter how much he complained, Garfield still carefully searched for Erha’s traces. With his own ability, Garfield quickly looked at several nearby streets, but no traces of Erha were found.

However, although Garfield did not discover Erha, he made other discoveries. There were several houses in the streets centered on the Peter's house. The surface was normal, but there were some weird instruments inside the house, especially in the basement.

This discovery attracted Garfield's attention. Garfield was so lazy that he was even unwilling to think about the problem, but this did not mean that he was stupid. All the signs he had just discovered mean that he was being monitored.

As for who it is, there is no need to think about it. Garfield knows who it is, and it must be those people from the "Snake Shield" Bureau.

A broken organization whose own family has been penetrated into a sieve, even dares to monitor me, which is simply seeking death.

Garfield, who made up his mind to teach these scumbags a lesson, walked towards the house closest to him.

Garfield approached very quickly and did not give the agents any time to react. Garfield got in through an open window.

The people inside the room were still making the final cover, pretending to be a couple agent, and seemed to be surprised to look at Garfield coming in.

The lady walked towards Garfield with a smile on her face, "Cute little guy, where did you come from!"

"I came from S.H.E.L.D.," Garfield replied to the lady's question with a wicked smile.

"My God, my dear! This cat can actually speak." The lady's expression was not affected by Garfield's words at all, and she continued to perform with great excellence.

"Okay, aunt! Stop pretending, I have seen through you." Garfie walked into the living room with his head raised, his tail upright.

Behind him was a female agent with a twitching face, with a hint of anger. Garfield said just now that the aunt was so hurtful.

Alice, a female agent who is just 29 years old this year, cares a lot about the title of age. She looked at Garfield with her eyes blazing. This fat cat is really hateful.

In the living room, the middle-aged male agent who looked about thirty or forty years old seemed more mature and calm. He looked calm in the face of Garfield, "Hello! My name is Jack. I feel very sorry for our behavior."

"Apologies are useless. If they are useful, why do you need the police?" Garfield did not accept Jack's apology at all.

"Who is your person in charge?" Garfield jumped onto the sofa and looked at Jack expressionlessly.

Faced with Garfield's question, the two agents did not speak, but just stood there silently.

Just as the atmosphere became stiff, a cell phone ringtone broke the deadlock. Jack picked up his phone and looked at Garfield again. After hesitating, Jack walked to the side and answered the phone.

The phone number was called by Phil. As soon as Jack was exposed, other agents hurriedly contacted Phil.

Jack, who received the call, took his cell phone and turned on the loudspeaker, walked to Garfield, "Garfield, Chief Phil wants to talk to you!"

Garfield, who had been eavesdropping just now, naturally knew the content of the call between Phil and Jack. He nodded lightly and said to his phone, "Big forehead, tell me! How do you want to solve it!"

"Garfield, I'm sorry! But I hope you understand that we arranged these agents not to monitor your life, we just wanted to prevent some other forces from contacting or irritating you!" Phil said lightly.

"Big forehead, I don't care what your reasons are, and I don't want to hear your excuses! I just want to know how you want to solve this problem?" Garfield, who really doesn't want to and is not good at whining, said straight to the point.

"I will ask them to withdraw, but I hope you can agree to let some people stay. They will never monitor or interfere with your life. They will only solve some unnecessary troubles for you, and they will also protect the safety of the Peter family. After all, you cannot watch them at any time." Phil's voice was gentle, and his words revealed a very sincere plea, as if he was considering Garfield very much.

"Do you think I don't know your little thoughts? Anyway, I don't want to see your people in the three streets centered on Peter's house." Garfield did not keep being tough. After all, although he was not afraid of them, he definitely couldn't stare at Peter and the others 24 hours a day.

"Okay!" After hearing Garfield's words, Phil breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that Garfield was angered and started a war with S.H.E.L.D.

"In addition, I have another request, you must agree, I won't give up anyway." Garfield suddenly thought of something very important just now.

Seeing that Garfield was very serious, Phil felt a little nervous. He was worried that Garfield would say something excessive, "What are the requirements?"

"Help me find my lost mount and that stupid husky. That idiot is so embarrassing to me!" Garfield said angrily.
Chapter completed!