Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Let's first explain what exactly the word "Ruicheng" means.

"You're not wrong to think that Ruicheng is a base established by a group of Ricks to hide from their countless enemies in the infinite multiverse."

"But wherever there are people, there will inevitably be disputes, interests, and everything that should exist in a normal society."

"And when people gather together, if you want to eat eggs, he wants to eat apples, and another guy wants to eat pizza, then demand is created."

"Therefore, naturally, a group of Ricks emerged in Ruicheng, who climbed to the top by stepping on countless Ricks' heads."

"It seems a bit too troublesome to go into details," Grandpa said halfway through, realizing that it would take too much time to finish explaining. He was now mustering his courage to meet C167.

But that doesn't mean he'll be a commentator here.

So he took out a bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and got straight to the point.

In short, due to the possibilities of an infinite multiverse, the number, personalities, and even intelligence of Ricks are all incredibly diverse.

The person who took Morty away was Rick in a suit, the owner of the "Morty Pokémon Live Show".

This guy has another identity—a collector.

He made a fortune through Ruicheng Pay TV Channel, profiting immensely from the multiverse television signal. With more money than he could spend, he naturally had endless desires.

He has a deep-seated fascination with unique treasures that are one of a kind in the world.

Anything he sets his sights on will eventually end up in his pocket, and this guy isn't some rich little lamb that can be slaughtered at will.

Even before the establishment of Rick City, during the Rick gang's time, the other party was already a ruthless guy in the Rick community, and had a group of the best henchmen.

"So I can understand that we... are a small family living in Colorado trying to break into a major global television network to poach talent?"

Jerry's extremely inappropriate analogy made Rick roll his eyes at him.

Damn it, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all; if you can't use metaphors, then don't use metaphors. We're trying to snatch people from a syndicate that spans countless multiverses.

If you don't understand what a syndicate is, then I'm too lazy to explain!

"Alright... let's go find C167!"

"Jerry, you go first!"

Jerry: "..."

Jerry, who suddenly walked to the front, initially thought that his grandfather was giving up the position of head of the family to him when he heard his grandfather's words. But when his grandfather opened the portal...

C167, who was building some kind of large machine in the garage, heard the news that Morty had been kidnapped by Rick in a suit.

He turned into a pillar covered in cold sweat.

Two old men, each a decade older than him, circled around the pillar, mimicking the snake-like movements of the King of Qin who once circled the pillar.

"Don't get excited! I didn't expect that Rick in the suit to have been watching us for so long!"

"Fuck you! P850, you piece of shit! I entrusted my grandson to you, and this is how you protect him?"

"Hey! Don't get excited!"

"Don't get excited? Am I excited? I'm not excited at all! Do you want to see what I'm like when I get excited? Huh? P850, do you want to see what I'm like when I get excited?"

When C167 pulled the two energy axes from his belt with one hand, Grandpa grabbed Jerry, whose legs were already weak and trembling, and used him as his human shield.

Ultimately, it was only through Beth's mediation that the two people, who had been threatening to fight after just exchanging their main points, finally stopped.

However, this doesn't mean that C167 will give Grandpa a friendly look.

Although Morty chose you in the first place, you should also shoulder the responsibility of protecting him. But look at what you've done.

Did Rick in the suit steal him away?

He and his men had effectively sidelined the six councilors of Ruicheng, becoming the de facto rulers of Ruicheng. If C137 hadn't been too lazy to deal with them, these people would have been tied up and burned to death over and over again.

These wicked people will stop at nothing to protect their own lives.

In particular, C137 recently caused some trouble with Project Phoenix in Ruicheng.

The Ruicheng Syndicate, which will resurrect indefinitely as long as there are clones, you P850 have really given me a huge problem!

So you're not going to help?

"I'll help Morty, not you. We'll settle this score sometime later!"

"I'd rather die than settle old scores with you... That's so outdated... What era are we living in? Why are you still bringing this up..."

"Um?!"

"It's nothing! We just need to find another helper!"

Chapter 397 The Last Dangerous Guy

"How did we end up in Ruicheng? Are you looking for a helper here?"

To everyone's surprise, when Grandpa said he wanted to find another helper, the place he came from was Ruicheng...

Tell me, what was the purpose of inventing a mobile phone?

Isn't it just about making a phone call to the other party, then avoiding the eyes and ears in Ruicheng, finding a place where no one is watching or listening, and secretly planning something?

Even if the other person is mysterious, doesn't have a cell phone, and requires an in-person meeting... cough cough! If you need to find someone face-to-face, you can just have a stranger find them for you.

Why insist on doing it yourself?

"Because this guy is a tough character, an extremely troublesome one, I spent a lot of money and used informants to ensure he was always under my surveillance."

"In short, Morty has been kidnapped this time, and I can't get him back by myself in a short period of time. If this goes on for too long, given his personality, he might very well have been turned into a specimen by now."

"Therefore, if we want to bring them back in a short period of time, we must include him in the calculation."

From Grandpa's tone, I could tell that he had a certain respect for that mysterious guy's abilities. The others who came with him all said, "Who is it that deserves your praise, P850?"

Is Rick the butcher who emerged from some bloody world?

Or perhaps you're a cunning and shrewd con artist like Rick?

Or perhaps... Morty?!

When everyone arrived at Morty Academy, Grandpa specifically requested a particular Morty. They were then placed in a separate room, or rather, in the small office where Grandpa had once worked, and saw Morty standing before them with an innocent face and a timid expression.

The group collectively experienced a mental breakdown.

he?

A Morty?

Although our Morty is strong and resilient, that doesn't mean all Mortys are exactly like ours.

Don't you dare harm other people's children.

"Tch, he's the third truly formidable character in this room. You guys really like judging people by their appearance."

"Is it true that if someone stares at you with those big, bright eyes and makes a timid little expression, you'll think he's a good person?"

"You're an adult, can't you have some judgment?"

"Your sons have countless versions in infinite universes. What's so strange about one being so rotten that he's covered in pus?"

After bluntly criticizing a few people, Grandpa raised an eyebrow at one of them provocatively: "You've put a lot of thought into infiltrating Ruicheng, and your plan is so grand; what you hope to gain must be substantial. If you expose yourself now..."

"Ha... People keep saying how smart the P850 is, but I think it's nothing special. Using something like this to threaten me is just too low-level, isn't it?"

Dark Mo, who had interrupted his grandfather, was sitting upright in a wooden chair, but immediately became lazy, his eyes filled with disdain.

This nonchalant attitude after revealing his identity gives off a powerful sense of confidence, as if he's not afraid at all, even if you go around spreading rumors about his true identity.

Beth and the others immediately felt a pure black negotiating table rise in front of them.

Sitting at the other end of the table, Dark Mo didn't seem surprised that his grandfather had found him. Instead, he was curious that his grandfather seemed to be planning to make a deal with him.

What could possibly make someone like P850 take such a huge risk to come looking for me?

How much do you know about the Syndicate in Ruicheng?

"Wow! You've actually set your sights on that behemoth? Well, I can only wish you good luck."

Grandpa kept mentioning the Syndicate, and Dark Mo stood up with an exaggerated expression, because even he still couldn't afford to offend such a giant.

After all, some plans always take time to complete, don't they?

"You help me once, I'll help you once."

Dark Mo, who had just gotten up as if to leave, instantly sat back down in his chair, his eyes scrutinizing him as if trying to gauge the truthfulness of his grandfather's words.

After thinking for a moment.

Dark Mo's lips moved a few times, and after uttering a few silent words, his voice finally rang out in the office.

"The Ruicheng Syndicate is not to be trifled with, but since you've come to me, you must have been driven to the brink. I don't like fighting with cornered beasts, so I've joined in, but on my condition... you must take full responsibility for this afterward in your own name."

"I cannot have anything to do with this, understand?"

"No problem," Grandpa agreed readily. After seeing that the last helper he needed had agreed, he took out the teleportation gun.

This time, they arrived at their home in universe C167.

As soon as they passed through the portal, Grandpa had the AI ​​display all his stockpiled weapons, and he also pulled up some information about the Syndicate.

On the mind map of the tree stump, the trunk and branches of the syndicate are connected by red lines, and almost every line has a lot of annotations.

This information piqued Dark Mo's interest.

How did you get so much information?

"Is that a lot? This is just the tip of the iceberg." Grandpa dragged the holographic projection with his hand, enlarging Rick's position in the suit.

Below the full-body photo of him wearing an expensive suit and holding a golden scepter, there are more than three hundred red lines.

This guy controls subordinate agencies and security companies that span almost a thousand universes, and this is only what Grandpa discovered through his investigation.

The remaining, more deeply hidden subordinate agencies lurked in the shadows.

"You've certainly picked a formidable opponent." After scanning at least half of the data, Dark Mo's expression was no longer as relaxed as before.

During his time in Ruicheng, he had been focused on collecting internal data about the city, neglecting external data. Now, looking at it this way...

It seems that my own action plan needs to be changed.

"So where do we begin?"