Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Watching him arrive at the underground base like a bullied little wife, he put on gloves and started bustling around, tidying up the clutter and cleaning up the trash, all while being ridiculed and mocked in various ways.

Morty's brows furrowed.

He knew that Ricks didn't really like the type of Rick who was a bit dim-witted, considering them a stain on the Rick community, but they could still live in Rick City.

So why would Rick, that idiot, choose to join the Shadow Group when there's a safer place like Ruicheng?

Perhaps... he was kidnapped?

Once Morty thought about it, he felt that the truth was pretty much confirmed.

Ricks who join the Shadow Organization like C167 wouldn't do such menial work and get bullied all the time. Most Ricks are the type who, if they see a dog on the street, will slap it across the face.

That's why Rick and his friends have far too many enemies in the universe.

Many enemies wished they could kill all Ricks.

If you can't kill your enemy Rick, then creating a stupid Rick to vent your anger seems like a perfectly normal thing to do, right?

Making paper dolls is something that never goes out of style, no matter how many years have passed...

However, Morty did not act rashly.

What if that idiot Rick has been brainwashed by PUA?

So should we wait for Grandpa to come over?

The thought flashed through his mind for a moment before Morty quickly dismissed it.

Waiting for Grandpa?

Who's waiting for that cunning old scoundrel!

Since he hasn't come looking for me for so long, I might as well take care of this myself first, and wait until that old man finds me.

Seeing that he had captured all the enemies.

Couldn't I just tease him with something like, "Hey? Isn't this Rick Sanchez? How did you manage to escape from the nursing home with your mobility issues? Where's your wheelchair? Quick, quick, sit down! Don't bump into anything!"

Perfect~

After deciding to act quickly and decisively.

In his soul form, Morty, who was embedded in the black rock, summoned the four evil gods from his mind.

When Tzeentch appeared, he was unusually excited. His pink hair moved around like a windshield wiper as he swung his neck.

The words that came out of her mouth were just too hurtful...

"Motty! Now you understand what kind of constitution you have, right?"

"You have that kind of mystical constitution where you actively seek out trouble, but it's hard for you to encounter any. You just lie down on the ground, and trouble comes knocking on your door!"

"If you want to cause trouble in the future, you'd better just lie on the ground!"

Morty: "How about you stay in my head for this arrest operation?"

Tzeentch: "Get lost! After everything we've been through, we've finally gotten to this point. Who the hell wants to miss out on this?!"

Morty: "Then you should suppress your urge to complain and get to work."

Tzeentch: "Alright! Mr. Morty!"

To calm down that guy who was clearly a bit too excited.

The other three NPCs stood there dumbfounded, while Morty and Tzeentch discussed their Rainbow Six-style breaching plan.

But Tzeentch clearly had something to say about the project's name: "Can't we change the name? Are you really okay with you becoming more and more unrestrained?"

"Rainbow Six-style breaching plan, why isn't it working? Doesn't that name sound pretty good?"

Seeing Morty's resolute expression, Tzeentch's curse words swirled in his mouth before being filtered by his tongue, transforming into even more hurtful words.

"So when you capture them all alive and see Grandpa, you're going to say such long names? Do you think Grandpa's been quiet lately, or are you trying to do something good by saying such things?"

"Oh, no, he's not accumulating any good karma. You're his grandson, the one who's always causing him trouble. He doesn't need to accumulate any good karma; he'll just criticize you, you idiot, for wasting your time naming your operation, and giving it such a terrible name."

"I can already picture him clapping with a disdainful smile, at a rate of one clap every two seconds, in that mocking way."

Morty: "..."

After a silence of about four or five seconds, Morty quietly changed "Rainbow Six-style breach" to "Breach" plan.

"Satisfied now? Now let's get down to business!"

He glared fiercely at Tianqi, then shifted his focus back to the matter of capturing the man.

Things have finally gotten back to the main point.

Currently, in this underground one-bedroom, three-living-room house, besides the idiot Rick, there are four other aliens of completely different races.

The four-armed, bull-headed strongman had a double-barreled energy shotgun at his waist and an unactivated energy blade in his riding boots.

Then there was a clump of sticky jelly-like alien... This thing that looked like a lump of slime didn't even have arms or legs. Morty had no idea how such a race could have entered the interstellar age.

Secondly, there was a three-headed bird with blue feathers and a red cap, chirping incessantly. Its three heads were talking at the same time, which was so noisy that it gave people a real headache.

Finally... a mermaid with a pure white fish tail...

"Watch out, watch out, now is not the time to flirt with someone with your eyes!"

"What are you saying? I'm observing the enemy and assessing her combat strength, okay!"

"Heh...you're looking for holes, aren't you?"

Chapter 256 Obtaining Intelligence

"We've been here for so long, and the higher-ups said we have to silence all communications for a period of time, but they haven't given us a specific timeframe. How long is this going to go on?"

"You're just a lowly intelligence officer, doing the lowest-level work but acting like a CEO. What are you doing?"

"That's right! That's right! That's right!"

"Shut up, you birdhead!"

"Rick! Bring me three glasses of water. I want to add some bird saliva to this beef bone soup!"

The four guys, with nothing to do, sat around the table chatting idly, and while they were chatting, they didn't forget to mess with the idiot Rick.

This Rick, who lived in the lowest rung of Rick's community, showed no sign of impatience on his face.

It seems that everything they have imposed on me is my due, and I don't need to resist at all. I just need to do what they say.

He was born to be ordered around to do this and that.

Rick, the idiot, picked up a paper cup and filled three cups with water from the water dispenser, but before he could even put the water on the table...

A slime monster, which had appeared out of nowhere, jumped from the chair onto the ground. Standing only fifty centimeters tall, it stretched its body forward in Rick's path.

The next second, Rick the fool slipped and fell to the ground.

Three cups of water spilled all over him, soaking his split-head hairstyle and making him look like the kind of traitor often seen in revolutionary films.

Upon seeing this scene, everyone burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahahaha! This scene is so captivating!"

"Yeah! Rick, who's famous throughout the multiverse, can't even hold a glass of water properly! He really is a good-for-nothing!"

"Indeed! What a complete waste of space!"

While everyone was laughing at the disheveled and foolish Rick, they were completely unaware that several people were breaking through the smooth black rock wall.

[Ha, too cowardly to fight the real Rick, yet they come here to amuse themselves against that idiot Rick...]

Having witnessed the whole thing, Morty coldly stretched out his hands toward the bull-headed man and, before the man could realize what was happening, secured him with a rear-naked choke.

"Cough! Who is it!"

The bull-headed man was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a mysterious Morty.

The others were initially startled, and immediately tried to make a move.

But Morty wasn't alone; he had four other helpers with him, so when he attracted everyone's attention...

Tzeentch and his three companions simultaneously left the wall and began to attack their respective targets.

The three-headed bird was grabbed by the neck by Nurgle's fat green hand.

The slime was struck in the body by Khorne's axe, and almost transparent green liquid immediately gushed from the wound, its body slowly shrinking.

Mermaids, on the other hand, are treated better.

A tall, slender, and powerful woman, standing at 1.8 meters, pressed the sharp sole of her high heel against her neck. The seemingly blunt heel gave her the feeling that if she moved, she would die instantly.

Finally, there's Tzeentch.

She took a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed the idiot Rick.

After successfully knocking the bull-headed giant unconscious, Morty used handcuffs made of his mind to restrain him, and then slapped the three-headed bird three times.

After quieting down the noisiest guy on site.

Morty then walked up to Rick, stretched out his right hand, and pointed the tip of his Green Dragon Crescent Blade at Rick's neck. He asked coldly, "Why are you, Rick, hanging around with the Shadow Corporation?"

"You...you're Morty? I can't believe I can see a Morty, this is amazing!" Rick's dazed and confused look didn't make Morty smile.

Instead, he remained indifferent, repeated his question, and moved the knife tip forward a centimeter, stabbing it directly into Rick's neck.

Although Rick is an idiot with a severely low IQ and has even done something as silly as eating feces, he is still relatively normal in certain aspects and at certain times.

After seeing Morty's murderous look in front of him.

He immediately blurted out everything.

The sheer volume of information left Morty completely dumbfounded.

Damn it, I only asked one question, and you told me everything I wanted to know, everything I didn't want to know, everything I never expected, and everything I might have guessed?

Wait! Let me record this on my phone!!!

He took out his small phone and interrupted the idiot Rick, making him start talking from the beginning.

About ten minutes later.

After finishing the recording, Morty glanced coldly at the others. "Do any of you have anything to add to what he said? Or... who has any value in surviving?"