Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"That's so strange. I feel like he has no emotions at all; he's like a robot."

"I could sense it too. His fighting style was such that the enemy would strike first, and then he would retaliate; he never seemed to initiate an attack."

"What the hell? Why are you holding a cup of coffee? Where's your professionalism?!"

As Morty was speaking, he caught a whiff of the latte and turned around abruptly. He saw that all the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the corridor, including Hawkeye, were each holding a cup of coffee and a donut, eating them while watching the battle unfold in the office with great interest.

"Holy crap... there's still fighting inside! Can't you guys show some professionalism?!"

Morty, who nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood, slammed his fist heavily on the threshold.

At that moment, he suddenly understood his grandfather perfectly.

It's such a frustrating experience to find yourself fighting tooth and nail with the enemy while your friends are having fun in the back.

He had done this kind of thing more than a hundred times next to his grandfather.

So this means that Grandpa has had his share of troubles over a hundred times...

"Huh... um? You even brought me a drink? Thanks!"

Exhausted, Morty saw Hawkeye bring him coffee. He took it, drank it, and took a donut from the box Hawkeye was holding in his left hand. While eating it, he complained to Hawkeye about Maggie.

If Khorne and his men, who were fighting fiercely with Ma Jie up ahead, had any self-awareness, they would probably be cursing and quitting right now.

Damn it!

How can anyone be so ripped off?

So the reason you criticize others is because you can't enjoy coffee and a donut at the same time, is that it?!

"Do you guys usually act like this?"

Seeing that Magee was gradually losing his ability to resist, Morty quickened his pace of drinking coffee, while also glancing at the SHIELD agents, each of whom exuded a 'general's air'.

"What can we do? Before the Avengers appeared, we had to deal with the enemies seriously. But since the explosion of superheroes, our S.H.I.E.L.D. has been reduced to the NYPD. What can we do besides clean up the battlefield?"

When Hawkeye said this, Morty sensed a sense of desolation in him, reminiscent of the Galactic Empire's Divine Department.

A once-powerful figure has now been reduced to sweeping the streets.

This is a great thing for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s casualty rate; every employee can go home safely, and the things that are easy to die in will be done by superheroes.

But for some older people...

Especially people like Hawkeye...

It's about half good and half bad.

The advantage is that his wife and children at home no longer need to worry about his safety.

The downside is that unless it's a major battle like the Battle of New York, he rarely needs to take action.

Chapter 225 The Thirteenth Council

"Wow, your ability is truly amazing. You didn't have to lift a finger the whole time, and you didn't have to worry about casualties on your side afterward. It's fantastic..."

Under the combined attack of the three evil gods and the cannon fodder, Ma Jie finally fell.

Once the fight was over, a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents put down their coffee cups and came in with specially made handcuffs and leg irons.

Seriously complete the mission, watch the show while you're on the move, and then go after the fight to capture the person.

There will be a subsidy for dangerous missions later.

These 'normal difficulty' missions involving superheroes have long been a favorite among all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

This also meant that everyone who passed by Morty and Hawkeye gave Morty a very warm smile.

It was as if he were saying, 'Good lad! Next time something like this happens, be sure to call me!'

However, Morty had no time to pay attention to them, because just as Magee was about to be knocked down, he suddenly rushed out and tried to destroy the laptop on the table.

If it weren't for Khorne and Nurgle decisively dropping their weapons and grabbing him to stop him, this laptop, which clearly contained some secret, would have been destroyed.

After getting their hands on the computer, accessing the hard drive, and watching some surveillance video footage, Morty and Hawkeye's expressions turned grim.

The first surveillance footage clearly shows a large nursery with at least hundreds of cribs inside, where people in black hazmat suits are silently feeding, watering, and changing diapers.

After completing these tasks, these mysterious individuals will use instruments to examine each person one by one.

If they detect that a certain signal is not met, they will raise their hands and beat these innocent little lives hard, making them cry loudly.

They will only stop once the other party reaches a certain standard.

"These beasts, how dare they?"

Hawkeye, a married man with two parenting experiences, saw this and wished he could jump into the video, grab his bow, and shoot these heartless bastards one by one!

Even the more hard-hearted Morty was furious at what these people were doing; he thought that treating a baby like that was simply cowardly.

If you're so capable, come and play with the strong. Don't just spend your days bullying the weak in the fishpond.

Forcing himself to kill Ma Jie, Morty clicked on the second video. This video immediately gave him goosebumps, even though he was used to his grandfather occasionally playing with biotechnology.

The babies, wearing some kind of mask with rubber edges, were thrown into a deep red, transparent glass jar.

Although the camera angle, lighting, and liquid concentration prevented Morty from seeing more clearly, he could see how a small figure in the water distorted and eventually transformed into a complete human form!

Morty watched the disgusting process with a livid expression.

at last...

"Do you want to keep watching?" Hawkeye asked.

"What? A SHIELD agent, you don't even have this much mental fortitude?" Morty, clearly harboring resentment towards certain individuals, opened fire indiscriminately on everyone.

Hawkeye didn't take Morty's emotions to heart. He calmly stated that continuing to watch would only increase his own anger and wouldn't serve any purpose.

Instead, staying calm, gathering clues, and tracking down the real culprit is the best course of action.

"I know, but these things should be seen and remembered by someone..."

That doesn't really match your appearance at that age.

As Hawkeye spoke, he reached out and took the laptop. He felt that Morty seemed a little off.

It would be better to reduce these things to minimize their negative impact on Morty.

When Morty saw the computer being taken away, he didn't reach out to grab it. He realized he had been a bit out of control and that it was better to calm down.

Watching Hawkeye leave, and then seeing Ma Jie, who was like a wooden doll, being taken away by the agents.

Morty didn't follow. He knew that this was a matter for S.H.I.E.L.D., so he wandered around aimlessly, checking things out of the office.

Stepping into this office, which is not messy at all thanks to the presence of an invisible wall, one is greeted by a sense of tranquility.

Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are carefully examining every detail.

Noticing Morty walk in, they greeted him and let him look around as he pleased, since Morty's strength was undeniable.

If he really wants something, there's nothing we small fry can do besides calling for backup.

"Hmm...this thing looks familiar..."

Morty walked to the desk, picked up a small statue from under it, and asked a question that drew the attention of the others.

Several agents glanced at what Morty was holding, then checked it on their tablets.

The agents, who had only managed to find one piece of art, informed Morty of this. Morty compared it to the small metal statue in his hand and then looked at the screen on his tablet.

Upon discovering that it was exactly the same, Morty chuckled self-deprecatingly. As he put the small statue down, he noticed the angle from which he was looking down from his own height.

It was actually thirteen small metal rods, each with a shorter center, arranged in a counter-clockwise circle!

"The Thirteenth Council...fuck! This is the Thirteenth Council!!!"

"Jesus! I actually found their trail?"

"Fuck! Fuck! My ability to cause trouble is so mystical! I never intended to mess with the Thirteen Councils!"

After thoroughly understanding what the statue symbolized, and without further evidence, Morty decided to flee.

What about reshaping Jerry, what about seducing Iron Man, what about marital problems?

None of these are as serious as the problems of this Thirteen Council!

Because this thing, like the Shadow Group, belongs to the dark side of the multiverse!

According to my grandfather's exact words.

If the Shadow Group prefers to hide itself and secretly do bad things, then the Thirteen Councils are a more blatant villainous organization.

My grandfather and I had once fought against a subordinate force of the Thirteen Councils.

They're a bunch of crazy people who love playing with biological weapons!

A group of deformed monsters whose original appearances were no longer recognizable were wearing gas masks and holding poison sprayers, spraying poison gas everywhere that could corrode everything in the world!

On that day, even Grandpa almost got infected.

Now, in a parallel Marvel universe, I've seen a statue of the Thirteen Councils...

[No, I have to get out of here. Without a reliable Rick around, I have no chance of beating these guys...]

That member of the Council of Thirteen has now been captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., and they'll definitely take notice of this parallel universe...

I have to hurry!

Chapter 226 The Terrifying Thirteen Councils

Morty wanted to run away, but having gradually accepted Sammy and Beth, he couldn't just abandon them and run away like before.

Instead, you first need to find these two people, and then 'accidentally' forget Jerry, and then go back to that C590 universe.

So how do we find Sangmei?

Of course, we should go directly to Stark Tower.

Who could blame her for her sister, who suddenly became fierce without her noticing, growing from someone who couldn't even flirt with a typical handsome high school boy to someone who, shortly after arriving in the Marvel world, could handle a playboy like Tony?

In a sense, this is like a poor boy from a small, third-tier county town going to a first-tier city and directly winning over the female head of one of the four major families, a standard feature in urban novels.

Simply incredible.