Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Seeing the family photo of the four of them, Morty, who was quite envious, stopped teasing Hawkeye and walked out of the disco with him.

After watching the other person drive away.

Morty glanced at the Ferrari parked on the side of the road, then told the people at the disco to keep the car safe before randomly choosing a direction and walking forward.

Her companion, Jianqi, stared intently, trying to memorize every blade of grass, every tree, and every person in this top 3 city in the world.

The two walked in silence for an hour until they arrived near Times Square, New York's most famous landmark.

This place, being a place in New York where there are always people at any time, didn't surprise Morty too much, because as far as the eye could see, there were huge billboards everywhere, and the so-called square was just a small flat area.

Standing in the middle of Times Square, which was still packed with people at around 3 a.m., Morty felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

Do you feel like you don't belong here, like a piece of duckweed, never knowing where to put down?

"So why do we share a brain when I can't see what you're thinking?"

Morty rolled his eyes, then looked at the families, friends, and lovers with envy, after criticizing Tzeentch for his habit of spying on his mind.

He never truly possessed any of these three relationships.

Whether before or after his time travel, he felt that he had no other way but to numb himself with crazy adventures.

However, in the process of fighting alongside my grandfather, I also developed a friendship with him. If it weren't for the fact that he would betray me or trick me from time to time, I think I could have become friends with my grandfather.

"Alright, stop thinking about all that nonsense. Did you come to Times Square to contemplate life?"

"It's only three o'clock, we still have a lot to do."

"You know, we're in New York, you'll never be bored here!"

Following the direction Tzeentch pointed, Morty saw a very peculiar-looking large eight-wheeled bicycle. Next to a closed counter were seven or eight seats with pedals, and the person in the center was in charge of steering. Various self-service beers were placed on the counter.

Seeing this thing that really made his head spin, Morty couldn't figure out for a moment whether it was a group of people riding a bicycle or a group of people drinking beer while riding.

"Stop thinking too much, join them!"

Morty and Tianqi ran over. Morty's age did not deter this group of crazy people who were riding bicycles and drinking beer at three in the morning from his arrival.

Instead, they warmly invited Morty to join them.

Anyway, as everyone knows, during this time, NYPD officers, besides cleaning up the battlefields for superheroes, rush to various crime scenes to take statements and such.

Nobody cares about people who drink in public.

"gogogo!"

With incredible stamina, Morty was drinking beer while pedaling the pedals at breakneck speed.

He increased his speed from 10 mph to 40 mph all by himself.

The increased speed also brought a breeze to the area. On the brightly lit streets of New York, enjoying the city that never sleeps by cycling, Morty couldn't help but think of the song "Empire State of Mind" sung by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys.

"in New York!"

"Concrete jungle where dreams are made of!"

Morty started it, and the slightly tipsy crowd cheered and joined in, singing a song that belonged only to her for this legendary city.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents driving SUVs in the distance, upon hearing this once-popular New York song, all of them, who were usually stern and unsmiling, burst into laughter.

The beauty before their eyes is exactly what they have always hoped to protect.

Chapter 222 What Happened Last Night

Morty sang a few lines on a whim, and at first only one carload of people sang along with him, but as they passed more and more places, the singing changed.

Not long after the Battle of New York, people who were still somewhat fearful and uneasy in their lives joined in with this song, gradually turning it into a grand chorus that woke the entire city from the dead of night.

As the sunlight at five in the morning bathes the streets and alleys of the entire city.

People with hoarse voices embraced, cheered, and rejoiced, gazing at the rising sun. Then, remembering the things they needed to do that day, they dispersed with anticipation for a better life.

Standing at the Brooklyn Harbor, Morty, despite not having slept all night, was still full of energy.

Holding a cup of coffee, the stunningly beautiful Black Widow, still harboring resentment from being woken up early in the morning, walked up to Morty.

"Hey you, can you stop doing things that are so troublesome?"

"I sing my songs, you monitor yours, what's the conflict?"

"Didn't you know that this sing-along around three or four in the morning ultimately led to the looting of multiple shops in New York and the shooting of several people?"

"..."

Hearing that someone had lost their life because of the massive sing-along he had sparked.

Having finally witnessed the tough and unruly nature of New York City, Morty was immediately unhappy. He had just casually started a public project and wasn't deliberately targeting anyone, yet someone was trying to take advantage of the situation.

This was something Morty, who was already used to his grandfather's way of doing things, couldn't understand.

It's like digging a pit and waiting for your prey to jump in, only to have someone sneak up on your path and steal your prize!

How can we tolerate this?

I simply can't stand it!

No one can take anything from my bowl!

"Give me all the murder case files. All the cases involving those guys who committed the killings are mine."

"That's impossible. Upholding justice isn't your business. As a guest, you just need to promise not to cause any more trouble."

Black Widow decisively rejected Morty's request.

After all, this level of matter falls under the jurisdiction of the NYPD. For S.H.I.E.L.D. to get involved is already a huge disrespect to the NYPD. If things turn out that they take the case from the NYPD and hand it over to someone of unknown origin who is also planning to go on a killing spree.

That would be really funny!

Once outsiders find out, who knows what kind of stories they'll come up with.

So...no!

When Black Widow refused, Morty didn't say much. If he wanted to find these people, it would just be a matter of spending a little more time and summoning a few more tools.

There's no need to confront Black Widow in front of her.

I'll just leave it to Tianqi in a bit. Let her catch those guys who dare to kill in the chaos and send them to the NYPD. That way, it won't be considered that I interfered in their affairs.

"By the way, where's Hawkeye? He made an appointment with me today to do something, and since you're here, why didn't he show up?"

When Hawkeye was mentioned, Black Widow became more talkative.

"Regarding the matter you wanted to do, Hawkeye ultimately reported it to the director, and it's now been approved. So he should be mobilizing manpower and resources. Just wait a bit."

"Alright, let's stand at the harbor, look at the sea, and wait patiently."

After saying something that showed absolutely no intention of continuing the conversation, Morty went into a daze. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in Black Widow, but rather that with his increased experience in certain areas, he had become able to flexibly control his desires in that regard.

It's like someone's summary.

How can one distinguish between a nobleman and an ordinary person?

Look at her eye expression; is there any hint of weariness and satisfaction, like that feeling after desires have been fulfilled?

In this respect, Motti can already be considered half a successor.

"But would you mind telling me why you came to New York?"

Morty's silence did not mean Black Widow's silence; the latter was tasked with gathering more intelligence.

If Morty stops talking, then you won't be able to get anything out of him.

"There's no other reason, I just wanted to come, so I came. You agents always seem to think that someone goes somewhere with a specific purpose."

"But no matter how much I analyze it... I just don't want to think about the possibility that he might have just decided to come."

"It's like I have a thousand yuan in my hand, and in front of me are Lanzhou noodles, Shaxian snacks, braised chicken, and snail rice noodles. I'll go to whichever restaurant I want to eat at, not because I like or dislike anything, but simply because I want to go."

"So there's no need to test me anymore. I just wanted to come to New York for a visit, so I came. There's no other reason."

Feeling a bit hungry, Morty turned and walked toward the roadside food stalls in the port area.

After ordering three hot dogs and a ton of sauces and side dishes, Morty ate while simultaneously sending a message to Sammy on his phone.

It's been a whole night, you can't still be doing something with Tony, can you?

Within three or four seconds of sending the text message, I saw that Sammy had indeed stayed at Stark Tower last night, and there was also a photo she had taken of herself with Tony and Pepper.

Morty was relieved.

However, Tony in the photo looks a bit like a wilted eggplant...

Compared to the energetic and spirited Tony of the past, he looks rather disheveled and lost in the photo...

[No way... Sangmei actually took care of Tony... and even made him unable to muster any energy the next day... How ruthless is that...]

A certain image flashed through his mind, and Morty gasped. After banishing the terrifying thought, he sent Hawkeye a text message.

After receiving confirmation that the other party was about to arrive, Morty tossed the phone to Black Widow.

Let her go back to where she came from.

Next came his fun-filled part.

"You really treat this as a joke?"

Leaving behind a nonsensical remark, Black Widow didn't say anything more. She turned and left, crossed a block, got into her sports car, and drove towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

On the way, she called Fury and reported all her observations to the chief without missing a single detail.

"Based on my analysis, he probably doesn't have much combat experience. While we were talking, I could spot countless openings that would allow him to defeat me in one move, but he didn't seem to care at all. He's probably not the type of person who's constantly in combat."

"But judging from his almost complete lack of interest in me, and the situation at the disco last night, he must be a seasoned veteran in this area, capable of handling things with the same ease as Tony."

"Also, that pink-haired woman who always appears and then mysteriously disappears by his side slipped away while I was talking to him."

"You can now observe her up close."

Chapter 223 A formidable foe?

Tactical vest, tactical boots, a black gun—that's all you need to conquer the world.

In any TV series or movie, or even in the real world, whenever a city-level, gritty, armed force is involved, this is the standard attire that will inevitably appear.