Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

They are now lined up in front of Morty.

Hawkeye in his tight-fitting combat suit was an eyesore to Morty, who wanted to beat the guy who designed it to a pulp.

Let's talk about why superheroes have to wear tight-fitting suits. Who was the genius who came up with this brilliant idea?

Aside from urging users to strictly control their weight and avoid getting their clothes snagged on something, he couldn't think of anything good about this thing.

In particular, these so-called close-combat suits are simply not capable of meeting the needs of more combat scenarios.

It needs to be waterproof, mudproof, and resistant to burns, as well as electrically conductive, among other requirements...

If it could be accomplished with just one close-combat suit.

Why did Iron Man need to create so many models for specific scenarios?

Why not just build a comprehensive battle suit and be done with it?

So this thing is only good for highlighting your figure; it does almost nothing except make your body outline more visible to others!

No!

"Hawkeye, tell me the truth, do you really like wearing this rubbish?"

Morty's words made Hawkeye's lips twitch. Of course he hated this stuff, but the problem was, when fighting evil, how could we dress up like rappers and wear gold necklaces with big English letters around our necks?

Yo yo! Kill Thanos the purple sweet potato! It is I, AKA: Hawkeye, the prince of perfect aim, who can shoot five arrows at once. This freestyle archer song is dedicated to the cutest purple sweet potato in the world?

"Forget about that, let's not dwell on it. What's our plan?"

"On suspicion that they deliberately violated prisoners' rights and committed a series of crimes in order to film a highlight reel, a forced search was conducted on their entire company from start to finish."

"The charges have already been decided..."

Morty, who originally wanted to talk to Hawkeye about 'orthodox infiltration', was surprised to hear that Hawkeye not only already had a plan, but had also prepared everything, even the pretext for entry.

Morty, being outside his area of ​​expertise, continued to spout nonsense.

However, the phrase "committing a crime" in Hawkeye's words puzzled Morty. He could understand the first few charges, but this last one...

What does "committing a crime" mean?

"Do you really think that the whole of New York City is like a battlefield, with hundreds of murders and thousands of robberies every day, waiting for those people? If there are countless killings in New York City every day, what normal person would continue to stay in such a chaotic place?"

After Hawkeye said that, Morty immediately understood what he meant.

But...would any superhero really be willing to do that?

Or perhaps the superhero company is deceiving the superheroes, making them engage in fake acts of heroism without their knowledge.

But what's most despicable is this kind of staged chivalry!

Let's... let's just charge in!

Half an hour later, three tactical armored vehicles stopped in front of an eight-story building. The ostentatious gold marble floor and silver tiled walls were immediately occupied by a group of black tactical squad members.

The usually smiling receptionist, the programmer staring intently at the screen, the cleaner maintaining cleanliness—almost everyone was brought under control immediately.

These ordinary people have never seen such a big scene before.

I was so frightened that I started trembling.

Answer whatever the question asks.

Morty, Hawkeye, and a small team, led by an employee, took the elevator to the top floor. As soon as they pushed open the door, they saw Marge Shawburn, the boss of the superhero company, a white man with a buzz cut who looked very strong and powerful.

Looking at this guy's arm muscles, they're even more solid than Hawkeye's.

Morty even wondered if he had walked into the security manager's office. Otherwise, why would a company boss have a physique that was even more exaggerated than Hawkeye's, who was at the peak of human physical fitness?

This means spending more time on fitness!

Imagine Morty, who's always consuming protein powder, watching Hawkeye walk up to him, get brutally beaten, and be sent flying back.

He then realized that this guy was definitely not an ordinary company boss.

This thing! There's something wrong with it! And it's a huge problem!

To be able to suppress Hawkeye in close combat and beat him like an adult beats a child would mean that his skills are already better than all the top-level human agents in S.H.I.E.L.D.

The only explanation is that he is not human, but a superhuman!

"What did I tell you yesterday? Don't make promises you can't keep?"

Morty crouched down next to Hawkeye, teasing him with a smile, and casually pointed to the boss in front of him.

The tool-like figure, Khorne, appeared out of thin air, his two iron axes slashing down with overwhelming force at the man named Magee Shawburn!

Who knew this guy was such a ruthless person?

He actually used his bare hands to block Khorne's axe!!!

boom!

The seemingly fragile arm, instead of snapping in the face of steel, emitted a violent air wave that was painful to the eardrums!

"Damn! Who on earth is this guy?"

Upon discovering that this guy's physical body was so sturdy, Morty's smile vanished instantly.

Although C167 could withstand the axe attack back then, a shield and a physical body are two completely different things! Two completely different things!

At this moment, Morty had a slight doubt about the fighting power of this universe, and the entire finite central universe.

Is C137 the strongest being in all the finite central universes, or is he just the strongest among Ricks?

If C137 is the strongest of all living beings, then a problem arises: his combat power has always come from high technology. Without high technology, even someone as strong as C137 would basically be rendered useless.

Stripped of its high-tech features, the C137 might use its intelligence to kill a few tigers and leopards.

But when it comes to ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex or something, it's basically a 50/50 chance.

If they were to encounter this group of mutants from the Marvel universe, they would most likely be doomed.

Furthermore, if we consider non-biological aspects, could Grandpa's antimatter annihilation cannon withstand a single shot from C137, who lacks advanced technology or black technology?

Therefore, the reason why C137 is the strongest Rick is mostly because he is the Rick who has mastered the most combat skills and has the most combat weapons.

His formidable reputation was earned by taking down countless Ricks...

So theoretically, as long as C137 doesn't use any technology, I can actually beat him?

Chapter 224 Group Attack

Some say that being distracted during a battle can easily lead to death.

This is indeed an experience gained from the blood, tears, and deaths of countless people.

However, if your main fighting style is to summon minions to gang up on others, then occasionally being distracted is not a big deal.

Morty currently has four regular underlings. Apart from Tzeentch, who has other things to do today, Khorne and the other two are enough to deal with most enemies.

However, today's enemy is a little strange...

The opponent seems more inclined to retaliate after being hit, rather than to take the initiative and strike first before the opponent can make a move.

"Who exactly is this guy?"

Morty, who wasn't very familiar with Marvel, looked at the bald, muscular man with some puzzlement, who was actually fighting the three evil gods to a standstill in terms of physical strength.

Such a formidable person shouldn't be without a name.

Hawkeye, who had already returned to the corridor with the assault team and left the three evil gods with a fighting space, used S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal information network to check the information of the guy in front of him again.

But all I got was a blank page!

With the vast information reserves of S.H.I.E.L.D., they actually found a gap in the data.

What's even more outrageous is that the other party's fake identity as a boss is so real that it makes people wonder if they've investigated the wrong person.

Otherwise, why would your fake identity, which is so real, make your skills seem so strange?

"Something's not right. His identity is too real, so real that he shouldn't possess such combat power."

Hearing Hawkeye's question, Morty turned his attention back to the man. After a quick thought, he decided to take him down first and deal with the rest later.

If you can't handle this person, there's no point in saying anything else.

"Go and bring in some resources and manpower. I need to make sure that no matter how he tries to escape, he won't be able to shake off our pursuit."

"Escape? You think you can handle that? I'm already preparing to call for backup."

"Let's give it a try. If all else fails, we'll call the Avengers. We can't expect them to handle everything, can we?"

After Morty finished speaking, he began to concentrate on creating an invisible wall to shrink the opponent's fighting space, and continuously used his mind to release one cannon fodder after another.

Although allowing the subconscious to possess self-awareness, like Tzeentch's, can instantly enhance the combat effectiveness of these "tools" by more than tenfold.

But for Morty, the mere thought of someone prying into his memories and pointing fingers at him was enough to make him miserable.

If a bunch of people were to live inside his head, constantly checking his memories and chatting with him about his life journey whenever they appeared, he might as well just commit suicide.

So everyone else just obediently acts as a tool!

Even if I wanted to play arcade games, or play in a fighter jet cockpit, and I worked myself to death controlling your attacks, I would never consider having another self-aware subconscious!

Like a single-core computer, Morty threw a large amount of 'computing resources' to the three evil gods, and then allocated all the other resources to the cannon fodder who filled the 'muzzles'.

The man named Ma Jie felt his pressure increase several times over in an instant.

Iron axe, shoe heel, mud.

There were also a large number of cannon fodder rushing in, disregarding any casualties, and immediately resurrecting after death to continue adding pressure to him.

This cold-faced man, whose fighting style tends to be to take a beating first and then retaliate, faces an almost endless number of enemies and can only fight with his hands and feet, lacking any area-of-effect damage.

His slow-thinking nature seemed to have made him realize that if he continued to drag things out like this, he would eventually be worked to death here.

So he wanted to escape.

However, to escape from Morty, one would need the destructive power comparable to the explosion of a heavy missile from the Galactic Empire; otherwise, escaping through the invisible wall would be virtually impossible.

As the invisible wall gets smaller, Ma Jie's range of movement also gets smaller.

Although it was a 30-square-meter office, Ma Jie's activity area had shrunk to about 5 square meters.

His legs and arms were held, and he began to struggle desperately, but he still didn't utter a meaningless roar, nor did he...