American Comics Agency: Opening Pets Tom and Jerry

"Stop playing. Has the money arrived?" On the rooftop of the office, Li Qingyue stopped Walter who was practicing the ability of killing crows.

"Here it is. The total is 1 billion US dollars. This is what we got. Jin gave me the bill. As you know, I am not familiar with the prices of these artifacts, and there are too many of them."

"It's okay. One billion is one billion. The extra money can be considered as a gift to them. Have you prepared the experimental equipment?"

"It's ready. Once the money is in place, we can start the renovation."

"Okay, then you go and pay yourself." Li Qingyue then threw the card to Walter, who rode his broken motorcycle to Old Jack's grocery store and generously spent 150 million to pay for all the goods.

When Old Jack saw the money had arrived, he directly arranged for Tank, the sturdy man over two meters tall who often followed Old Jack, to lead the decoration team to renovate the second floor.

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Triskelion Building, Washington.

"Chief, here's some information I think you should take a look at." A female agent wearing a tight-fitting suit and with a curvy figure said as she pushed open the door, holding a folder.

"Agent Hill, is there any information you need me to see?" The seat slowly turned around, revealing the person sitting on it. He had a bald head, dark skin, and an eye patch. He was the famous fucking man - Director Nick Fury.

"He's the boss of a law firm. We once bought some intelligence from him, and that intelligence has been verified to be true. Originally, we assessed his danger level to be around level three, but based on his most recent commission, I think we need to raise his assessment level." Agent Hill placed the folder on the table.

Nick Fury picked up the folder and started to read it, but as he flipped through the pages slower, his brows furrowed.

"Are you sure you're kidding me? Even if Captain America is resurrected, he can't do this."

"I'm sorry, Chief. I regret to tell you that the information above is all true."

"Raise his assessment to level six and arrange for someone to monitor him."

"Chief, are you sure? His senses are very sharp."

"It doesn't matter. Since he is an intelligence dealer, he should know about our existence. Let's make the arrangements. By the way, where is Natasha?"

"Director, do you have something to ask me?"

Speak of the devil, and here comes a sexy woman with red hair.

"Natasha, go contact him." Nick Fury threw out a folder. Natasha, also known as the Black Widow, picked up the folder. After seeing her target clearly, she couldn't help but frowned, but she didn't refuse. Just as she was about to leave, Nick Fury stopped her.

"Oh, there is one more thing. If possible, please contact this person as well."

"Hey, Director, I'm only one person and I can't split myself into two." Natasha said unhappily.

"In that case, I'll let Coulson contact him."

"Forget it. Is he in New York?"

"In Hell's Kitchen, there's a store called Marvel Studios. It seems to have some local prestige."

"I understand. Leave it to me."

After that, Natasha took the two folders and left. Agent Hill looked at her and asked, "Let Black Widow handle it. Is that okay?"

"Isn't it written in the file? He saved that playboy. According to our psychologist, he will definitely look for that boss again. So Natasha can get to know the two of them better by staying with that playboy."

After hearing this, Agent Hill didn't say anything more. He just nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Soon Natasha joined Stark Group as an interviewee, and was successfully selected as Tony's secretary because of her graceful figure and angelic face.

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"Boss, there's a commission!" Walter pushed open the door of the office and shouted loudly.

Tom, Jerry and Richard, who were playing games, turned around and looked at Walter. Walter quickly smiled flatteringly and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. It's my fault, my fault. Please continue, continue."

Sanxiao then turned around and continued playing the game. After all, the previous game had ended because of his sudden shout.

"Boss, the commission has arrived."

"Yawn~What commission?" Li Qingyue asked as he walked down from upstairs, yawning.

"This is a commission given to us by Tony Stark. He wants us to find the mastermind who put him in danger."

"how much is it?"

"One million dollars."

"So little?" Li Qingyue asked in surprise.

"Well, because he provided a person, let's investigate thoroughly to see if he did it."

"Who?"

"Obadiah Stan, his uncle without blood."

"Then do you think we need to investigate? It's 100% him."

"No, he said there must be evidence."

"Just ask him to sign, and then you can complete it yourself. The evidence is hidden in his work computer. It should be easy for you to get it." Li Qingyue felt it was meaningless and leaned back on the table again. After a while, Walter heard snoring.

Walter looked helpless and could only go alone. After all, as a formal employee, he also had certain powers, and signing a commission contract with others was also included in this power.

Soon, Walter arrived at Tony's beach villa. As soon as he approached the door, the door opened by itself. Walter was a little surprised.

"Hello, Mr. Khawaja, please come in, the gentleman is in the basement, I have already informed the gentleman."

"you are?"

"My name is Jarvis, and I'm the artificial intelligence created by Mr.

"Hello Jarvis, by the way, do you have the authority to query the computers of anyone in your group?"

"Mr. Hewaja, I have the authority to view the computers of most employees, but I do not have the authority to view the computers of senior executives unless Mr. Stark orders me to do so." Jarvis' voice rang out.

At this time, Tony also came up from the basement. Seeing that Walter was the only one there, he was a little surprised: "Where is your boss?"

"Well, the boss has completely entrusted this commission to me. So, Mr. Stark, please sign the commission contract first." After saying that, Walter also conjured up a parchment scroll, a quill pen and ink pad out of thin air.

Tony looked at the contents of the contract, picked up the pen, signed his name, and then pressed the ink pad, which injured his hand. He glanced at Walter, gritted his teeth, and pressed his thumb down.

As the name glowed, Watt knew the contract was complete.