Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Of course I'm leaving! This place isn't fun!" Morty, standing on the nose of his own plane with his hands behind his back, cosplaying as a sword immortal against the raging wind, gave his answer without hesitation.

Staying in the Marvel universe?

Stop kidding me!

This place is no fun at all.

They keep making up stories about alien invasions of New York.

So, New York's fame isn't just known throughout the entire planet, but even all alien races in outer space want to come to New York, right?

Pooh!

shameless!

So, for various reasons, and since he didn't intend to stay here for long anyway, Morty naturally wanted to clean up the mess and return to his own universe as soon as possible.

With Morty's assurance, Tony showed him the design drawings of the Mark series prototype.

This prototype armor that Tony built in the cave was a rudimentary creation, but it was also the very beginning of everything.

Half an hour before arriving in New York, Morty finally finished reviewing the design drawings and immediately entered a dream to assemble the prototype.

When the plane was only ten minutes away from New York.

Tony could see dozens of Skrull warships swaggering in the sky, burning skyscrapers, fighter jets launching desperate attacks, and superheroes and Skrulls locked in a fierce battle.

When Morty opened his eyes again, he spread his arms wide, and a surge of spiritual energy flowed from his body, and then...

Eight thousand prototype mechs appeared behind him.

Tony turned his head and saw this shocking scene. He slowed down, wanting to take a good look at the steel legion he had always wanted to build.

But Morty surpassed him.

Holding aloft a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, standing on a jet airliner with a DJ turntable attached, followed by eight thousand uniformed steel armored warriors.

With an incredibly flashy yet somewhat over-the-top presence, Morty stormed to within 300 meters of New York City, just as he brought the plane to a stop in mid-air.

He single-handedly beheaded a Skrull who was so foolish as to want a promotion and wealth that he faced the enemy head-on, even jumping down from the top of a building.

The long blade struck his shoulder, and the brute force forced his knees to give way, causing him to kneel down in front of him.

I kicked this guy in the chest.

Then step on it.

Looking down from the sky, Morty roared, "Hydra! Longsword! Here! All Skrulls, get out of New York City! This belongs to Hydra!!!"

The voice, imbued with the energy of intention, spread like a vine growing at the speed of light, from the sky above the city, reaching everywhere.

Within five seconds, every living person in New York City heard this sound.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

On the nose of a plane that had been rapidly repainted with the same paint scheme as Hydra, stood a boy dressed in a black and red Hydra-themed bodysuit, holding a long serpent-headed sword.

With his back to the sun, he appeared majestic and awe-inspiring, like a god descending to earth, against the backdrop of dazzling gazes.

"Hydra? They've joined the battle at this time?"

"What! Hydra dares to make a move at this time?!"

"Quickly! Go inform the chief! The remnants of Hydra are launching a counterattack!"

Even though New York City has become a battlefield, it is still teeming with intelligence personnel and spies from various factions.

In Morty, he makes his appearance here as a henchman of Hydra.

Everyone watching this battle gasped in shock.

It's important to understand that Hydra's capture operation, deliberately controlled by Fury, barely alerted anyone in the ordinary community.

Even those who knew the inside story kept quiet at this time, not daring to provoke S.H.I.E.L.D.

Now, a man calling himself Hydra, leading a group of armored warriors... armored warriors!!, has appeared openly before everyone, ordering the Skrulls to get lost.

So, apart from the Skrulls.

Everyone was watching with a sense of anticipation, eagerly awaiting the fierce battle that was about to unfold!

Of course, some people were quite confused.

For example, Hydra's true allies...

The group of leaders watching TV exchanged glances as they looked at Morty, who was wearing a Hydra bodysuit on the screen.

Then...

"Tell me, whose people are they?"

"Not bad, such a big setup, impressive!"

"Yeah, they hid it so well, impressive, really impressive, so many suits of armor... armor!! Isn't this Tony Stark's treasure? Why is it..."

Chapter 244 I Want the Soul Gem

If Morty's arrival in New York with the aura of a gangster seizing territory had already shocked many, making people wonder if Hydra dared to be so audacious, then...

So... beneath the visor, Tony, with a look of utter despair, appeared, having hastily sprayed a Hydra symbol onto his armor.

This immediately triggered a media storm!

Tony Stark!

Iron Man!

playboy!

Billionaire!

They're actually in cahoots with Hydra!

Incredible! ! !

This is absolutely unbelievable!!!

Even Fury, who was directing from the shadows, never expected that Tony... would actually appear before the world as a Hydra agent.

But Fury, with his extensive experience in all aspects, is no pushover either. As the king of secret agents, he knows far too much.

He wouldn't unilaterally assume, like others, that Tony really was some kind of Hydra.

Keep in mind that he disappeared for several days.

Now he has returned, not only with that mysterious little guy Morty, but also inexplicably become a member of Hydra.

He absolutely refused to believe there wasn't something fishy going on behind this!

Perhaps... they're pretending?

Fury discerned two meanings in this thought, which he would normally dismiss, consider unnecessary, or even not bother to think about.

The blame was shifted eastward, and... the Hydra wasn't completely eradicated!

Morty and Tony, disguised as Hydra, are enough to prove this theory.

If Hydra has become virtually worthless, who would bother to pretend to be a victim and play the game of shifting blame?

There must be some extraordinary value behind it for Morty and Tony to do this.

In that case...

"All agents who have disengaged from combat, proceed immediately to the nearest rendezvous point. Those still engaged in combat, now also begin to identify yourselves as Hydra agents."

Operation codename: I am also a Hydra

Just as Fury was beginning to use Hydra as a front to stir up trouble, Morty's side encountered their first wave of enemies upon returning to New York.

Thousands of Skrull warriors, at breakneck speed, stepped off the ground and onto the rooftops, scaling the walls of the skyscrapers.

Armed with various types of weapons, wearing uniform dark purple uniforms, with green skin, they also have a pair of eye-catching pointed ears.

Their eyes met.

There were hardly any formalities or pleasantries.

Only the strongest, head-on clashes!

Standing atop a building over 200 meters high, facing the high-risk situation that if one doesn't engage in combat with the enemy, one could fall from hundreds of meters in the air.

These Skrulls didn't hesitate for a moment.

With a short run-up and a sudden burst of power, he leaped over a hundred meters into the air, forming a giant green-purple wave that crashed towards Morty, who was standing on the plane with Tony at the same time.

Morty, facing this massive wave, ordered the armored legions to stand by, and then Tony walked away.

He gripped the snake-head longsword tightly with both hands, channeling a powerful intent into it.

Once the blade had grown to about six meters long, Morty, having fully charged up his strength, took a sharp step forward with his left foot. With his center of gravity shifting forward, he twisted his waist, exerting all his power to slash the long blade forward with tremendous force.

And starting from 0.000001 seconds after the blade begins to move.

A destructive energy began to erupt from the blade.

It was neither electricity, nor fire, nor even a certain metal; it was simply the purest human intention, manifested in a concrete form as energy.

A blinding flash of light appeared on the blade.

Whoosh! ! !

It was accompanied by the sound of an unparalleled blade slicing through everything.

The waves... were split in two.

No matter how strong, intelligent, or likable those who died were, they will never have the chance to show it to the public again.

Dead...that's it!!!

Morty, whose mental energy had been depleted by the single strike, felt his vision go black and his body collapsed backward. But before Tony could fly over and help him up, he used the long sword that had shrunk to one meter in size to force himself to stand up.

Because he wanted to admire his victory.

Watching the Skrulls plummet between the two skyscrapers like a torrential downpour.

Even knowing that his slash had only killed that row of guys, it was still a result of the interference of the mind-body's physical characteristics.