Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"You...you're Grandpa?!" The familiar tone of the other person instantly enraged Morty.

Of course, he wasn't feeling sorry for his grandfather, nor was he wishing he could kill the person who tried to kill his grandfather but could only seriously injure him.

But how dare this old bastard even show his face in front of me?!

You dumped me back home without a word, like trash, and then abandoned everything to go and do your own thing.

OK, no problem!

If you have the guts to abandon me, then go out there and fight to the death. Even if you get your head chopped off, don't come back looking for me!

Now that you've returned seriously injured, what's the meaning of this?

Are you trying to pull this self-inflicted injury ploy on me?

Did you think that by appearing before me severely injured, the next thing we'd do would be for me to forgive you immediately?

Pooh!

I wish I could tie you up and then use Iron Man's palm cannon to keep firing at you until you're completely on the verge of death and your face shows despair!

"Get out! You old bastard! You don't deserve to be here!"

Before Grandpa could even utter a second word, Morty hurled a curse at him and was about to step forward to kick the old bastard out the door.

"I'm truly on the verge of death right now. If you touch me even slightly, I might really die. If you want my life, then take it. Dying by your hand is better than dying by theirs."

Grandpa, who was always quick to speak, stopped abruptly when he saw Morty's hand less than three centimeters from his arm.

This scene brought a sly smile to his face, a smile that seemed to indicate his cunning had succeeded.

That expression seemed to say something.

See, you still care about your grandfather after all, don't you?

Otherwise, if you hear that I am seriously injured and could die if I move, why don't you just take action and send me on my way?

"Fuck! You bastard!!! You're such a disgusting piece of shit that even a dog would vomit at! At a time like this...fuck! Get out!!!"

We haven't seen each other for at least a week.

The moment they met, he was immediately taken advantage of, which made Morty even angrier.

But he found that he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

Despite hating this bastard so much, Morty didn't want to kill him when he was at his weakest. He was so angry that he went upstairs. He needed to calm down.

Because of his serious injuries, Grandpa couldn't get up and follow immediately. Sitting on the sofa, he reached out and took the cigarette that was almost burned to the butt from his mouth.

He gulped down several mouthfuls of strong liquor and finished the bottle.

He casually tossed it somewhere.

Grandpa, his right hand covered in wounds with bones visible in many places, propped himself up on the sofa, enduring the excruciating pain, pulled out the teleportation gun, and opened the portal back to universe C167.

The self-inflicted injury plot has failed!

Returning to the house that had been sealed off for several days, Grandpa walked into the garage, shakily entered the underground base, and with his last breath, walked to the consciousness transmission device.

After successfully transferring his consciousness into a new body.

Having acquired a new body, he changed his clothes and returned to the C590 universe. When he arrived at Morty's door, he didn't even bother to knock; he simply pushed the door open and went inside.

As soon as he entered, he saw Morty, with a complicated expression, sitting in a chair, staring blankly out the window at the century-old tree in his neighbor's backyard.

Still angry?

"Hmm," Morty responded softly, his attitude still indicating he didn't want to say another word.

"I know I made a mistake in what happened in Mirror City. Can you stop acting like a little girl and keep giving me attitude?"

Hearing his grandfather's words, especially the latter part which seemed to contain no apology but rather a self-deprecating remark, Morty turned to look at the guy.

"What the hell? You know you did something wrong, so why are you still so arrogant?"

"Are you interested in interrogating people from the Shadow Group?"

"Where!"

Chapter 249 Preparing for War

"You two...can't you be even a little serious when you're angry...I completely don't understand your relationship...is it good or bad...?"

Watching the grandfather and grandson emerge from the stairs one after the other, the tense atmosphere that had filled the air earlier was gone.

Sangmei, who had been in the Marvel universe for several days and was about to go back to her bedroom to lie down for a while, saw that the two of them had made up at lightning speed and were even planning to do something else.

Feeling quite frustrated, she said she couldn't understand the relationship between the two of them and wondered what was going on.

"What are you thinking? When did I make up with him again?" Morty rolled his eyes at Sangmei. How could he possibly make up with his grandfather so quickly?

What do you think you are?

I just heard that Grandpa caught someone from a shadowy group.

I'm only slightly interested in going to see it.

Of course, the most important thing is that Grandpa was right.

Two grown men, and you're acting like a lovestruck young girl, giving each other attitude... what's the point?

Are you hoping the other person will comfort you?

Why would anyone call this some third-rate soap opera or family drama?

Are you going to have to do a cheesy, tearful, and snotty-snotty scene like, "Morty, forgive Grandpa"?

Grandpa wasn't just spouting philosophical sayings all the time; he was a kind old man with the dignified air of a head of the family, yet he also cared deeply for and loved his children and grandchildren.

Morty isn't a troublemaker during puberty; he's a good-hearted boy who hasn't gone too far astray and can still find his way back.

The two are faced with two choices: either fight it out until one of them dies, or put this matter aside for now and move on.

Is there room for easing tensions?

does not exist at all!

There has never been any room for easing!

It's either fight or don't fight; there's no third option.

Can I come with you?

Sangmei's sudden remark made the grandfather and grandson, who were walking towards the garage, stop in their tracks.

"Hmm? You want to go?"

"We're going to interrogate that guy, not to chat and drink tea. There will be a lot of bloodshed. Are you sure you want to come along?"

Morty's words did not stop Sangmi. This girl, who once again felt that she had no presence at home and that no one cared about her in the Marvel world, longed for attention and love.

Even if this care may come from the grandfather.

Because she knew she couldn't be like her mother Beth, who, after losing everything at home, went alone to a strange city and climbed her way up step by step.

Therefore, she firmly stated that she would go there, even if what she saw next might be beyond her capacity to bear.

"Okay, then you can come along. I definitely need more help than before."

Grandpa, in his usual tone, told Sangmei to follow him.

This unusual behavior made Morty feel that something was wrong.

It's not that the grandfather in front of me is fake, but compared to a week ago, he seems to have changed a lot. He seems to have become more respectful of people.

Although he was still the same arrogant old man, this slight, sudden change was completely different from before.

What exactly happened to him there...?

With this question in mind, Morty, along with his grandfather and Sangmei, passed through a portal and arrived in the Mirror City, which they hadn't seen for over a week.

Back in this familiar place again.

At the top of the ever-ascending staircase stood something resembling an armillary sphere, and on either side of the Mirror City, a massive beam of light connected to at least four other Mirror Cities.

Morty was shocked.

There are actually five such mirror-image cities?!

Five!!!

This scoundrel built a total of five mirror cities, but he never told me the truth. Instead, he kept four of these mirror cities hidden in the dark and boundless starry sky.

fuck!

Yes! Yes! Grandpa! You hid that trick well!

"I'm leaving. If you want to curse me, just curse me in your heart, or go and curse him later, go and curse the culprit who caused all this!"

The standard version of Grandpa's mind-reading technique made Morty and Sammy immediately follow him.

Enter a three-story metal building.

As Morty stepped into the elevator, he was shocked by the sight before him, which was his first time in the underground city of Mirror City.

The transparent conduits flowing with liquids of various colors, and the electronic components scattered throughout, are merely... a futuristic backdrop.

The real main characters are the various unfinished weapons and props.

Robots in white coats are moving along production lines, producing weapon parts at a rate of one thousand parts per second.

Weapons sufficient to arm an entire army are being produced by these robots day and night.

Below the weapons manufacturing plant.

Inside numerous large glass jars filled with liquid, menacing alien races were rapidly expanding their bodies within the jars, according to combat requirements.

Every alien race that meets the standards will be immediately taken to the operating table by the robot for modification surgery.

The elevator went down one more floor. Grandpa took three lollipops out of his pocket, gave one to Morty and one to Sangmi, then popped one into his mouth. Pointing inside, he said, "That's right, I'm building an army because the enemy is just too strong."

To Morty's left was the fighter jet production line, where a large number of fighter jets were being produced at a rate of one per minute and then sent to another location through a large portal.

On the right is a complete tank production line, with tanks featuring twin-barreled turrets and black muzzles that reflect a soft glow under the ceiling lights.

The sight of the troops preparing for war left Moti completely bewildered.