Howard, the creator of the tank now called trash, was immediately displeased.
"Boss, this is my latest creation. Compared to those island nation's short tanks, they cannot even penetrate its armor."
Thump. Crash. Clang. Clang.
Garfield, in just a few seconds, had completely dismantled Howard's new M4 tank with a flurry of kicks and punches.
Patting his paws, Garfield turned to Howard, who was speechless with astonishment, and asked, "What did you say. Cannot penetrate it."
Howard shook his head. "I did not say anything. You are awesome, boss."
Phillips rubbed his eyes, squatted down, and carefully examined the M4, now a jumble of parts.
He wanted to confirm if these things were made of paper.
Picking out a part, Phillips used all his strength to lift it and smash it down.
A small section of the laboratory floor was broken open by the impact.
Then, Phillips took out his pistol and fired wildly at the wreckage.
The clanging of bullets hitting metal rang out.
Phillips picked up a flattened bullet and remained silent.
This is true.
So what kind of creature is this cat.
Could it be a dragon transformed from a legend.
If it is that powerful, then a strong being would not need to lie to a weak one.
It would be pointless.
And Howard calls Garfield Boss.
Stark Industries secured substantial orders from its inception, and under the control and protection of the High Claw Corporation, it grew into the strongest military industrial enterprise in the US in just a few years.
The High Claw Corporation's logo is a cat's paw.
This orange cat like creature in front of him.
Could it be.
Phillips felt he might have found the answer.
The pet of the most mysterious boss of the High Claw Corporation is this cat.
Seeing Phillips deep in thought, Howard walked up to him and comforted him, saying, "Phillips, think positively. Garfield has always been very powerful. Let me tell you, you have not seen anything more powerful yet."
"Howard."
Garfield's warning tone reminded him to watch his mouth and not say anything carelessly.
Hearing Garfield's warning, Howard obediently shut up, but his eyes kept blinking at Phillips, trying to say something.
Faced with Howard's antics, Phillips was speechless.
Geniuses always have strange personalities.
"Cat, I have a question. I wonder if you could answer it."
A question.
Did Phillips guess who he really was.
Thinking about it, it did not matter if Phillips knew.
At most, it was a secret of the American high command.
Garfield was an orange cat with a Star Destroyer.
Would he be afraid of the technology of the US during World War Two.
Garfield answered Phillips in a very straightforward tone. "Go ahead and ask."
"Um, are you the pet of the owner of the High Claw Group."
Uh.
Howard was stunned.
He really had not expected Phillips to pick up a piece of gold when he was already facing a huge treasure.
Garfield was also stunned for a long time.
He thought Phillips had figured it out, but he did not expect this result.
Then he thought, being the owner's pet was not a bad cover.
He could use this identity to get around in the future.
"Well, you could say that. Our relationship is rather complicated."
"So, what is your name."
Garfield pointed to himself. "I am Garfield. Garfield Pandimensional Godzilla Pendragon, His Majesty the King or His Highness the Third Prince. This corresponds to my two special identities."
King.
Prince.
These were completely different concepts.
Phillips imagined a scenario where a king was conquered and became someone's adopted son.
After all, it was not uncommon for humans to raise cats and dogs as their sons.
Phillips thought he was right. "So you used to be a king, but were later subdued by the owner of the High Claw Group."
"Well, sort of."
Hearing Garfield say this, Phillips did not continue to ask.
Sometimes knowing part of a secret is enough.
Knowing too much can be dangerous.
Besides, the more he connects with the High Claw Group in the future, the sooner or later he will find out more.
Phillips had already gained a lot today.
He was not in a hurry to know what happened next.
What he needed to do now was to get Garfield and the information he provided out alive.
Whatever Phillips was up to was meaningless to Garfield.
Let him do whatever he wanted.
Knowing he had a special mission, Phillips planned to leave as soon as possible, and he came up with a good reason.
"Howard, I will place the order for the weapons you showed us today, based on the quantity we initially discussed."
Howard could tell Phillips was about to leave, and he did not intend to stop him.
He figured his boss must have his reasons for demonstrating power to Phillips.
"Okay, I will arrange production as soon as possible, making sure your shipment is the best batch."
"I have other things to do, so I will not bother you any longer."
"Goodbye. Bye bye."
After Phillips left, Howard still looked at the wreckage of his M4 tank with a pained expression. "Boss, this is my painstaking new creation."
Garfield rolled his eyes at Howard. "How is your understanding of the Wakandan technology I gave you. You are just staring at this junk."
Mentioning Wakandan technology, Howard complained to Garfield with a wronged expression. "Boss, Wakandan technology requires vibranium, which is much more expensive than gold. It is useless in the ordinary human world. I can only look at it and try to make some things based on the ideas."
"Oh, right, it was my oversight."
Garfield scratched his head sheepishly, realizing he had forgotten about that.
While Wakanda had plenty of vibranium, it was clearly impossible for the entire world to use vibranium technology in its products.
Howard's thinking was not wrong.
"Boss, look at my tank now. What if the military places an order."
Garfield raised his paw and cast a restoration spell on the M4.
The M4, which Garfield had dismantled with his claws, was visibly restored to its original state at an incredible speed, as if a video had been rewound.
Even the tiny bullet holes left by Phillips's bullets were repaired, leaving it smooth as new.
It was amazing.
Howard always wanted to learn how to do it when he saw this, but Queenie had told him he did not have the talent.
"Alright, the M4 has been restored, Howard. I am going on another adventure in a few days, so take care of yourself. Also, stop all arms sales to Japan. As for the leftover stock, just leave it on credit. If that ancient country needs anything later, just show them the sincerity of the High Claw Group."
"Yes, but where are you going this time, boss. When can you take me with you."
Taking Howard along was not out of the question.
Garfield thought for a moment and replied, "Then let us go to 1991, December sixteenth."