Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

He took most of the weapons from the weapon rack and stuffed them all into a C167 backpack. He slung it over his shoulder, looking like an old NPC selling weapons in a game.

As the man with the highest combat power in the entire event, C167 is not the kind of guy who is brainless. On the contrary, his creativity is also the best in the entire event.

But when it comes to underhanded tricks, you have to look to Grandpa.

He betrayed me before, so I can't go wrong leaving this kind of thing to him.

"My plan is to cripple their wings, lure them out, and then coordinate with the secret operations team to rescue Morty. The plan itself isn't difficult; the challenge lies in the fact that there are only six of us."

"This mission can only be accomplished with the most extreme team configuration."

"So, the secret operations team will be led by Dark Mori and Jerry."

Dark Little Mo: "..."

Jerry: "..."

Chapter 398 You think I'm a third-rate villain?

This was a scene Morty had never seen before.

Against a black background, transparent and sturdy glass jars of varying sizes were scattered everywhere, stacked up like mountain peaks.

Each container contains a living organism, and they obtain air, water, and food through a transparent rubber tube on their head.

Sitting in the cage, Morty looked around at the creatures in the 'walls'. Even though he couldn't smell anything, he could feel the numbness and death in the air, just like pigs being taken to the slaughterhouse.

It seems you never know if you'll be the next one to be slaughtered.

Faced with such a horrible place, Morty must have felt uneasy and was also thinking about how to escape from here.

He looked around, but there didn't seem to be much information to be revealed in the place he was looking at.

Within a hundred kilometers, apart from the living creatures inside the transparent glass boxes, there was only darkness from which no light could be seen. What made him even more uneasy was that he saw many powerful creatures from the universe, inside the glass jars, already rotted to the point of being nothing but corpses, with no one taking care of them.

What does this mean?

This shows that even with ample food and water, these powerful creatures still choose to starve or die of thirst in order to free their souls from this cage.

This means there's absolutely no way to escape from here!

In particular, when Morty saw a Thunder Beast from StarCraft, its massive body being devoured by countless worms, its once indestructible armor softening and deforming, the overlord-level creature not dying on the battlefield, but dying here in frustration.

Morty shuddered, a look of fear in his eyes.

Rick, dressed in a suit, walked slowly along a long path paved with glass jars, accompanied by Morty. He watched Morty's increasingly terrified expression and burst into laughter.

"Little brat, you really have Rick to blame for catching you. If I had taken matters into my own hands, I might not have had the chance to catch you."

"But isn't that how amazing fate is?"

"The person I sent my best men to capture, and they weren't even sure I could get back, but one day they just walked right into my doorstep..."

"Honestly, if you guys hadn't caused such a ruckus over there, I might not have even returned to that world."

While Rick in his suit marveled at the wonder of fate, Morty cursed fate in his heart, thinking that he was just looking for a place with his grandfather to train his close combat skills.

As a result, they managed to run into this guy's territory.

This kind of incredibly unlucky and bullshit thing, where the hell can I even go to seek justice?

"Finally, another one-of-a-kind Morty has fallen into my hands. But passion is always fleeting, and your life story ends here."

At first, Morty didn't understand, but when he arrived at Morty's exclusive collection area, he finally understood what the other party meant.

There were about a hundred Mortys locked in glass jars, some leaning against each other, some sitting, and some even trying to hang themselves with rubber tubes.

Their appearances are divided into two parts: half are normal Mortys, and the other half are bizarre, ranging from snake-shaped Morty to minotaur Morty to Morty with a big beard and a round head, looking like Tom Hardy.

Of all these collectibles, the one that caught Morty's attention the most... was the female Rick hiding behind rows of Mortys!

"Fuck! Female Rick...why...fuck!"

Despite Morty's best efforts to keep his voice down, Rick, who was in a suit beside him, still heard him, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Indeed, your eyesight is worthy of my prized collection."

"That is indeed a female Rick, but what's so strange about that? Do you think the whole world is inside this wall?"

"Do you think C137 would tolerate a bunch of female versions of him?"

"Tsk, what a pity. He hasn't even seen the world with his own eyes before he's going to stay here until he dies."

After Rick in the suit finished speaking, he stretched his scepter out into the air ahead, then pulled it back, just as an empty, transparent glass jar floated toward him.

Morty, who had been inside the iron cage, slowly shed his physical form, preparing to launch a desperate attack the moment the cage opened.

Anyway, he certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to sit idly by and let others slaughter him without even putting up a fight. Otherwise, he would have gained all this strength for nothing.

But what he didn't expect was...

The other party never even considered opening the top of the iron cage and giving themselves a cool opportunity to counterattack.

Instead, the iron cage was made to levitate and take off, landing above the transparent glass tank. Then, after a seamless connection, the bottom of the iron cage was opened, allowing him to fall directly inside.

After landing gently, he saw Rick in a suit walk over with a camera.

A photo of him sticking out his tongue and laughing wildly, along with Morty's dark expression, was taken with a 'click'.

After finishing the task, Rick, whose excitement had faded, waved his scepter and quickly sent the tank flying, not forgetting to mock Morty a few times.

"Do you really think of me as some trashy villain from a third-rate story?"

"Would I act like a complete idiot and readily open the iron cage so you could suddenly jump out and kill me?"

"You're not even handcuffed. Do you think I'd just let you out without restraining you???"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Eventually, the mockery turned into maniacal laughter, and Rick in the suit was already walking away. As a collector who had spent his entire life pursuing unique pieces, why would he continue to waste his time?

Having unexpectedly acquired this Morty, it's time to go and capture another one.

Rick, dressed in a suit, pulled a glass-like phone from his inner jacket pocket and looked at the messages his subordinates had sent him, his expression both fanatical and obsessed.

"An evil Morty?"

"Could it be even more wicked than the one I just succeeded in killing?"

"Tsk! Interesting!"

After casually sending a large bonus to the subordinate who had sent him a message through the 'President's Collection Hotline,' Rick, dressed in an excited suit, felt that he had been having a string of good luck lately!

Chapter 399 Female Rick

"Hey kid, the way you're looking at me is really bothering me. What do you want?"

"Um... I didn't plan on doing anything..."

"Then look down at your 1cm little earthworm. I really don't know why those Bess had to go to a loser like Jerry and give birth to a loser bastard like you!"

"..."

When Rick in a suit arranged for Morty to sit next to female Rick, Morty was overjoyed, excited, and full of anticipation. He never dreamed that one day he would meet a female Rick in this world.

But their conversation...

This grandpa...Grandma Rick really has a bad temper, a sharp tone, is arrogant and rude. You could even say that if it weren't for C137, this female Rick would be more like Rick among Ricks.

She had a high, silver-gray ponytail, and facial features similar to Rick's, but more feminine, with a 36D bust...

"If you keep looking at me with those lecherous eyes, do you believe I can still kill you through this glass window using other methods?"

"..."

In the world of Remo, provoking Rick who is not C137 is actually like opening a blind box. Some Ricks who are not very strong can even be on par with Jerry.

However, some Ricks with extremely strong fighting abilities can be on par with C137.

The other party threatened him and warned him seriously that if he continued to stare at her, she would kill him through the glass window.

Morty decisively chose to obediently bow his head.

Because he noticed that almost no one around him, including other creatures in the more distant areas, dared to look directly at this fierce female Rick who had taken off her trousers and was only wearing briefs, revealing her two long legs.

This detail is enough to illustrate that there were those who disagreed, and without exception, they all died...

Morty never expected that even sitting in solitary confinement would lead him to encounter the worst of the worst. He just wanted to light a cigarette to calm himself down...

"Huh? You actually have cigarettes?"

When Rick saw Morty pull out a cigarette from his pocket, the previously fierce-looking Rick looked at him with shining eyes, as if she had seen a handsome man.

"Yes...but don't even think about it. There's no way I could give it to you. We're all locked up in here, how could we possibly get it?"

Hearing this, female Rick pointed to the rubber hose above her head and said, "Actually, that rubber hose above your head isn't only turned on when we feed you. Most of the time, some creatures big enough to crawl inside act as our mail carriers."

"But I never pay any service fee, so hurry up and bring it to me, or you can sleep with your eyes open for the rest of the days."

Morty: "You probably don't understand the situation either. I'm not exactly a pure Morty..."

Female Rick: "What do you mean?"

When Morty transformed into his spirit form and began to crawl into the rubber pipe, Rick was a little dumbfounded; she had been in that place for a long time.

He knew very well the standards that Rick in the suit used to imprison his collection.

A creature like this, capable of altering its physical form, shouldn't be simply confined in a glass jar like this.

At least a higher grade of glass jar should be used!

Since that bastard made this mistake, female Rick certainly had no obligation to remind him. Instead, her eyes lit up as she asked, "Hey! Interested in escaping together?"

Morty, who had already crawled into the hose, returned to the tank upon hearing this and asked Rick with some distrust, "You seem a bit too arrogant. People like that are usually difficult to deal with, so I'm not sure if I can work with you."

The way the words were used, carrying a strong sense of control, made Rick the woman somewhat annoyed. She glared at the little guy in front of her and said in an annoyed tone, "Without me, you can get past the first obstacle, but you definitely won't get past the second one."

"I'm sure that love-starved egomaniac, when he came in, acted like a child and introduced you, his new friend, to quite a few of his little toys, right?"

"You still have a chance. If you insist on going your own way and ultimately court death, then forget it."

After seeing that Female Rick had finished speaking and then lay down, Morty pondered for a few seconds and asked her tentatively, "If we were to cooperate, would you act in the standard Rick style or the non-standard Rick style?"