Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Moreover, he was trying to defeat Mr. Smith on a morally untenable basis.

Unjustified attack + Combat power 5 (-4) + Cowardly.

Faced with so many debuffs, Morty said that if Jerry wins this round, he will risk his life to complete this mission for his grandfather.

But if Jerry loses, then Grandpa and Jerry will have to team up to complete the mission!

Upon hearing this nonsense, the old man, who had brought over a hovering spaceship and was steering with one hand, didn't even bother to reply, only giving him a disdainful look.

I can't even do this myself, and now I have to rely on the two of you to stack up some buffs and try your luck. It turns out I'm going to be teamed up with Jerry?

Do you know how destructive he is?

Grandpa + Jerry = Even with suppression, he might keep causing trouble, and I'll have to clean up his messes.

Grandpa + Morty = If you let Morty get away with it for a moment, he can cause some trouble, half good and half bad, with a 50% chance of you having to clean up his mess.

Morty + Jerry = an unprecedented new combination, doubling the mystical joy.

Chapter 395 Your Morty, I've Taken It

"In my eyes, you're no different from an idiot. I don't even understand what kind of duel you want with me. Do you have no brain?"

"Jerry Smith, do I look like I have nothing better to do?!"

"If you want to find someone to play games with, get out of here!!!"

After a great deal of effort to deal with the death device on the girl, which was essentially a city-wide bombardment by dozens of missiles, he now had to face Jerry, who was like a mad dog and wanted to duel him.

Even with his excellent manners, Mr. Smith couldn't help but swear on the spot.

It was at this moment that he finally understood why Rick's family was so annoying—because they simply didn't reason with anyone!

Even Jerry, who has no blood relation to Rick.

Over time, he has been assimilated into a potential Rick.

These damned mad dogs!

Half of the city's buildings have been set ablaze, and the other half is still in chaos. I am one of the few people in this city with prestige and influence.

He had to organize manpower to work in coordination with the red firefighting ships in the sky to fight fires, rescue the wounded, and resettle stranded people.

There are almost countless things waiting for him, someone who has just experienced a probability capture that pushes the limits, to do.

But you want to duel me?

"Get out!!! You mad dog! Someone! Take him away from me!!!"

People naturally obeyed Mr. Smith's orders. Even if Mr. Smith didn't have that prestige, people couldn't tolerate someone jumping out to cause trouble at such a time.

A group of people rushed forward.

The next second, the water pipes laid under the metal road suddenly burst. The extremely high water pressure caused the water gushing out of the pipes to be like thin and sharp water knives, easily cutting through the ground and taking the lives of everyone within a ten-meter radius.

People ten meters away watched as the person in front of them was sliced ​​into countless small pieces by a sharp water jet in just one second.

They all screamed in terror.

"this..."

"Fuck!"

Mr. Smith's eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing, while Jerry, who had instinctively chickened out, cursed as blood splattered all over his face.

Watching Jerry perfectly dodge all the water jets, Mr. Smith broke out in a cold sweat.

When he had everyone capture Jerry, he actually used his own abilities to try to increase the probability that Jerry would die at the hands of these people.

But why did this amplified probability become the death of innocent people?

Why didn't Jerry die? Everyone else did!

Before Mr. Smith could make any further move, the water pipe, no longer under pressure, stopped spraying its deadly water jets. At that moment, a playing card slowly fell from about forty meters above the ground, causing a change in everyone's expressions.

Some say that the masses are easily manipulated, and that's true. Once a person enters a group and submits to the so-called collective ideology, their thinking will change.

However, some argue that the masses are not easily manipulated because everyone's life experiences are completely different, and it is very difficult to get everyone to agree on one thing.

But one thing is certain... once someone starts it, many things that could have been resolved simply through communication often turn into a tragedy.

When half the city was engulfed in flames, countless people lost their lives, and underground water pipes inexplicably exploded, claiming dozens of precious lives.

Mr. Smith's standard deck of cards became a spark among the people with the lowest IQs.

"Smith... confess honestly, have you been bribed by the top leaders and are you cooperating with them to carry out a purge of us lower-level people?"

Mr. Smith: "Huh?"

Before he could react, an empty glass bottle smashed on his head, and the next second, countless people swarmed over and beat him to death on the spot.

Grandpa and Morty, who were anticipating a battle of esoteric arts from afar, were both completely dumbfounded, never expecting the matter to end in such an absurd way.

Just because a random playing card fell to the ground, you actually think that Mr. Smith is secretly colluding with the top leaders to carry out a population cleansing plan?

However... it doesn't seem impossible...

Morty withdrew his gaze, rubbed his temples in annoyance, and, too lazy to think about the problem in detail, began to ponder what exactly his grandfather's mission was.

Grandpa, who had finally become interested in the matter, urged Morty to get on the spaceship quickly, and then sped off towards Jerry, pulling the still-shaken Jerry onto the spaceship.

The three headed straight for the tallest building in the city.

With at least 70,000 to 80,000 security robots and equipped with a large number of firearms and artillery, the building is certainly not one that can be entered casually.

However, thanks to Rick's face...

The building's owner hesitated for half a minute before decisively 'inviting' the three of them in.

"Alright, no need to introduce yourself. I'm just curious whether you at the top are secretly plotting something to kill Mr. Smith?"

The middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in a silver-gray suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, chuckled lightly: "As expected, there was no way to hide it from the infamous Rick."

"Yes, we were indeed planning to kill Mr. Smith, but we didn't intend to make it this big."

"After all, Mr. Smith's organization... no, that's not a precise term. His hobby group never had a clear action plan or a well-defined system to ensure that everyone's interests were protected."

Therefore, crowds can be manipulated.

"As long as we ensure that all the information they receive is what we want them to know, they will eventually want to kill Mr. Smith."

"Besides, he also gave up later on, didn't he?"

"Yes, it's a bit boring after you destroyed his business! I'm leaving now!" On the way here, Grandpa had already guessed that this would be the answer. He said that since the answer was not much different from what he expected, then goodbye.

But to their surprise, the man on the other end called out to them.

"What else... is there?! Fuck! It's you!!!"

When Grandpa saw the man opposite him remove his disguise and reveal his identity as Rick, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately reached for his weapon.

But how could such a well-prepared ambush be dealt with so easily?

Three lizards with large wings crashed through the ceiling and occupied 50% of the space in the rooftop conference room.

The next second, a metal cage trapped Morty in his spirit form.

Meanwhile, the trap portal, which had been prepared for a long time, sent Morty directly to another universe.

“I’ve said it before, this Morty is very special. If I want to add him to my collection, then I will definitely get him!”

“P850, I know you’re very capable. Among Rick’s men, your combat skills are in the second tier, and your strategic skills are in the first tier. But you still can’t stand up to the true ruler of Rick City.”

"Here's five million Swiss Coins. Consider it my buyout payment. Now go find another Morty!"

"Oh! Right! Next time you take your new Morty around aimlessly, remember to check whose universe you're going to first. Wandering into universes randomly can kill you!"

Chapter 396 Is this how you protect my grandson?

"He kidnapped Morty! Rick, you have to think of something right now, Morty absolutely can't be hurt!"

"Hurry! Use your brain, which has the highest IQ in the universe, to come up with a brilliant plan to solve this problem!"

"Rick..."

"Enough! Shut up! You unwanted loser, go find someone else to put on this father-son act! I'm thinking about something! I'm annoyed! Don't make a fuss!"

The rooftop was completely deserted. Three Western giant lizard dragons, their hearts pierced, lay helplessly on the floor, their eyes lifeless.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window, the gradually dying flames and the charred city continued to emit foul-smelling white smoke into the sky.

Amidst the corpses scattered everywhere.

Grandpa sat in the center of the hall with a chair, an antimatter annihilation cannon with a melted barrel at his feet. He rested his chin on his right hand, and the emotions in his eyes changed from time to time as he pondered the questions.

When an unintentional glance swept over the three giant dragons, Grandpa, who had been sitting there for half an hour, stood up and took out his teleportation gun.

They opened two doors and brought Beth and Sunmy back.

Immediately afterward, he briefly recounted what had just happened, and before the two of them were about to begin "Mother and Son's Deep Affection" and "Sister and Brother's Deep Affection," he slammed on the brakes.

"Don't get agitated! Don't cry! Don't wail and scream at this time! In this situation, Morty won't come back just because you cry a few times!"

"Now I have to find C167, so...you guys need to help me out, after all, that old man has a lot of grudges against me..."

When Rick from C167 was mentioned, one word simultaneously popped into the minds of all three...

Rick, who considered his family the most important thing in his life.

Are you looking for him?

Is it because they can't win?

Jerry immediately realized his mistake as soon as he blurted out those words. He'd practically questioned his grandfather's fighting prowess; would he...?

However, after what happened before, he didn't cower down and squat down with his hands on his head like before, putting on a humble appearance that allowed himself to be trampled on.

Instead, the coward stood up and insisted on saying those words.

"Rick? You...you really can't handle that Rick from before?"

"That Rick from earlier? That Rick in the suit, coming from your mouth, he sounds like some nobody. You have no idea about the power structure in Ruicheng right now, which is why you think he's easy to deal with."

Seeing that the other two also looked puzzled, and still somewhat fearful of C167's fighting power, Grandpa decided to wait a while before going to find them.