Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This is because infiltrating into the Divine Bureau doesn't necessarily require firing and killing your way in; otherwise, it would just be called a raid.

Therefore, there aren't many options for gunstocks.

It either has a folding stock, a telescopic stock, or no stock at all.

Morty, who had always used the energy pistol, was not very confident about facing this legendary long gun from the last century.

"How about I get a collapsible stock?"

"Yes, no problem."

Once the stock was done, they immediately moved on to the gun body, which Morty thought was the simplest part but was actually the most difficult.

Grandpa took out a red book and placed it on the table, gesturing for Morty to look at it.

Morty, after flipping through a few pages, was immediately shocked by what he saw.

"An aluminum alloy poison gas device? A shotgun-type grenade launcher? A sandwich-type tungsten alloy steel needle launcher... Don't you have anything here to suppress the sound, remove the gunpowder smell, or reduce the muzzle flash?"

"Shouldn't the sound-absorbing mechanism be handled by the gun barrel?"

"Really?"

"I've already built an antimatter annihilation cannon, what do you take this place for? Just tell me what you need, and I'll give you a custom-made solution!"

"Alright..."

With Grandpa's words, Morty, who had just been only thinking about picking out accessories, immediately started to list out his many needs.

"First, I want this AK47 to be about the size of an MP5 in a scaled-down form, with even lower recoil than an MP5, accuracy comparable to a sniper rifle, and three different firing modes."

"Shotgun shells, freezing, assassination"

"If I need to reload, the magazine must be a 200-round magazine. If I'm using energy bullets, I need to be able to maintain full firepower for three minutes."

"Secondly, the scope... Hey! You! What's wrong with you? Why are you so jealous again? What are you doing with a gun?!"

Chapter 151 A Suit

After a chaotic and disorderly commotion...

Morty finally got the first-stage weapon he wanted.

The Super Invincible Supreme Diamond Edition AK47, personally crafted by Rick P850, comes in two forms and is exclusively for Morty.

The entire gun body is coated with a black sound-absorbing, non-slip, waterproof, radiation-proof, and anti-lucky-luck coating.

The blackness was so intense that even the light from a flashlight was swallowed up by this special material coating.

A true black gun!

The silencer is the same length as the iPhone 12, with a five-layer structure. Every 0.1 centimeters on the outermost layer, there is a W-shaped hole that leads directly to the innermost layer, ensuring that the sound generated when the bullet is fired can be absorbed by the special material in the middle three layers.

The barrel now features a detachable grip and a retractable multi-functional electronic display screen on the left side, ensuring that various information is always visible in front of the user while moving forward with the gun.

The gun itself is rather unique.

Because Morty needs to have the ability to clear a path with shotguns, the accuracy of sniper bullets, a freezing function, and a huge magazine capacity.

Grandpa's solution was...

Sniper-type shotgun!

Bullets the size of a billiard ball; determine the firing mode before firing.

You can satisfy three needs with one type of bullet...

Activating shotgun mode allows the bullets to explode upon leaving the barrel, creating countless small steel balls that riddle the enemy in front with holes.

In sniper mode, the sniper bullets are the size of a billiard ball—are you scared yet...?

As for the final frozen mode, you just need to add a frozen converter to the gun, which will perfectly solve the problem.

It's this 200-round magazine...

Feeling like he was lifting a barbell, Morty looked at the magazine, which was at least 50 centimeters tall, and had no choice but to give up the option of the 200-round magazine and instead choose the smallest 20-round magazine.

Anyway, this is stealth...

However, there's no need to worry so much about weapons that are removed from the game.

Grandpa, who knows best how to cause mass destruction, has thoughtfully provided a combat package that Morty doesn't yet know about, but is definitely capable of both melee and ranged attacks.

Having resolved the weapons issue, Morty thought it would be time to consider how to get to Hermuel.

Little did they know, this was just the beginning.

"Can you be a little more professional? Now that you're going to be part of my plan, do you think it's like before, where you down a drink, smoke a cigarette, jump into the portal, and start firing randomly?"

Grandpa, looking disgusted, opened the portal.

Morty rolled his eyes at the old jerk, then stepped into the portal and found himself in a world of clothing.

Inside the stacked, circular, silver-rimmed glass display cases, there is a lifelike 'mannequin' of any race, spaced twenty centimeters apart.

Their clothing varied greatly, and their postures were diverse.

If they weren't completely still and appeared to be breathing, Morty would have thought he was looking at a group of live mannequins in front of him.

"This is... a clothing store?"

"Or is it a mannequin customization shop?"

"I'm a little confused about this place."

Morty asked, somewhat uncertainly, referring to Rick who had just come in through the portal.

"Here? Of course it's a clothing store. Otherwise, why would we show you so many clothes? Do you think this is a slave planet?"

"I find the latter more appealing..."

"Want to cosplay as a slave owner? You're dreaming!"

After exchanging a few words, Morty saw a fat penguin standing on a circular flying machine flying towards them.

As it landed, Morty's body trembled, and he gasped in shock. In a daze, he seemed to see that man.

Especially noteworthy is this chubby penguin, who wears a monocle over his left eye, a well-tailored and luxurious suit, and carries a large ledger in his right hand, walking with a wobbly gait.

Morty just wanted to clutch his wallet and yell, "If I spend any more money this time, I'll chop off my hand!"

"Hi Rick..."

The chubby penguin, whose voice was as gentle as a babbling brook with a slight crack, and who liked to string each word together, frowned and hesitated when he said his grandfather's name.

"I am P850"

"Oh, it's you who likes to ask for discounts..."

“Alright, there’s no need to go into the details.” Grandpa, who always cared about his image in front of Morty, strode forward and grabbed the penguin’s beak.

Having already heard these words, Morty couldn't help but look at his grandfather's back with admiration.

Rick Sanchez, the legendary president of the No-Pay Association, actually has a time when he has to ask others for a discount when buying things?

What an honest grandpa!

I made the right choice in following the right person!

From what I understand, C137 genuinely doesn't pay when buying things, and if anyone objects, he's the kind of ruthless person who gets slapped twice even if a dog walks down the street...

As Morty pondered his thoughts, he followed the two through more than a dozen display cases, finally stopping at an open-air handmade tailor shop with no obstructions.

"Morty, go upstairs and let them take your measurements."

Having never entered a high-end handmade clothing store before, Morty, upon entering for the first time, felt as if he had entered a cosmic-level store. He nervously walked up to the circular platform in the very center of the store, which was 20 centimeters high and had a large mirror in front of it.

The fat penguin watched Morty go on stage.

He opened the book in his hand and, with his fingerless hand, randomly poked a few holes in the page.

Dozens of slender, silver mechanical arms rose from below around Morty's feet.

These robotic arms have hands only the size of a woman's, and with measuring tapes and rulers in their hands, they meticulously measured Morty's body.

Then, after reviewing the data, the fat penguin switched to a completely different voice.

That affected voice, tinged with a slight British accent, opened its mouth to ask Morty.

"Please tell me, Mr. Morty, what occasion is this suit for?"

"occasion?"

"Dinner? Breakfast? Casual social gathering? State visit?"

"Forehead..."

Seeing that Morty seemed unsure how to respond, Grandpa stepped in to help him out, "Masik, it's a diplomatic visit; we're going to Hermuel."

I heard that my grandparents were going to Hermuel.

The chubby penguin glanced sideways, and the monocle perched on his left eye fell off, but he didn't care. He just looked at his grandfather with an incredulous expression.

That expression seemed to say, "Rick, you're going to the capital of the Galactic Empire? Are you looking for death?"

Perhaps outside, you Ricks could defeat the Galactic Empire's fleet.

But once you get onto someone else's turf, you'll be in big trouble!

After a long silence, the fat penguin put the matter out of his mind and only said one sentence: "Since you want to use it in this situation, then we can't let you put our store's logo on it."

Chapter 152 Anti-Peach Blossom Spring Set

He was dressed in a smart suit and leather shoes, and his hair was styled like an adult's.

Compared to his previous shabby self, always wearing the same yellow T-shirt, Morty's expression was somewhat complicated as he looked at his completely transformed self in the mirror, a young and outstanding elite.

In fact, Grandpa never forced himself to wear only that one yellow T-shirt, the Morty General style.

However, out of caution, Morty himself did not want to change this yellow T-shirt, which was a signature item for all Mortys.

He felt that if he and his grandfather ever encountered a powerful enemy, or were chased by Ruicheng, his yellow T-shirt could help them blend in with the others...

Yes, that was my naive idea back then!