Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Are you trying to provoke me? You're trying to use reverse psychology on me, you piece of garbage? You think you can use reverse psychology on me???"

Seeing Rick's growing anger, Morty remained unfazed, even escalating his tactics further. "Yeah! That's reverse psychology! You just can't do it! You've been here for decades! Has Morty ever spoken to you like this before?"

"Then I'll say it now! You old hag who's wasted decades in this cage and's even starting to enjoy life here!"

"I'm using reverse psychology, what can you do about it? Can you do it? You simply can't!"

"Listen to me clearly! You're nothing but a piece of trash!"

After roaring and mocking Rick, Morty watched as Rick straightened up and gradually began to stand up, his face filled with such anger that if it weren't for the incredibly strong glass separating them, it would be impossible to believe.

If Morty suspects the other party, he will definitely rush over immediately and strangle him.

However, it's precisely because of this thing blocking the way...

"Huh? You stood up? That's amazing! I thought you broke your spine and were paralyzed from the waist down, so you could only lie there like a useless piece of trash!"

"So what? What abilities do you have? Wearing just a pair of briefs and fantasizing about being Superman with his underwear on the outside?"

"You piece of trash!"

"I see you... my dearest Grandma Rick... your most adorable grandson knows he was wrong..."

boom! ! !

When Rick, in a fit of rage, punched the glass jar, creating several cracks that extended outwards from the center.

Alarms blared throughout the Morty Collection area, and numerous red laser dots, imbued with a sense of death, emerged from the darkness like venomous snakes, simultaneously targeting him and Rick.

The head, neck, arms, belly, and even little Morty all received the treatment of being targeted by three red dots.

Completely unexpectedly, provoked by his own actions, the other party threw a punch that cracked the glass jar, alerting the security and defense mechanisms here.

Morty was immediately alarmed and quickly lowered his stance, admitting his mistake.

Damn it... I provoked you to come up with some small inventions, not to transform into a musclewoman and perform a feat of smashing a glass jar with a single punch...

"Heh...you little piece of trash Jerry, you want to use reverse psychology? Fine, I'll give you what you want. Are you scared now?"

"These are just some passive defense weapons."

"Given up?"

Rick slowly withdrew her right hand, but just when Morty thought she would stop, she raised her arm again and, to Morty's horrified gaze, threw another punch.

boom! ! !

This time the crack was deeper, the alarm was more piercing, and the countless dazed creatures around gradually regained their senses under the stimulation of the sound.

They turned their bodies to look at the situation, and immediately began to scream hysterically, banging their hands and heads against the glass jar.

The ferocity of the opponent when they went berserk made Morty feel extremely troubled and had a headache, especially since he had already heard the sound of a small team marching towards them when the opponent made their first move.

But the opponent still threw a second punch.

"How was it? Did the reverse psychology work? Are you happy?"

"You know very well what's manipulable about Rick's inner self!"

“That’s right! Rick just can’t stand being looked down upon by Morty! You little piece of trash! You want to fight me? You think this fight is something you can just end whenever you want?”

After the second punch was thrown, Rick withdrew her right hand, which was already bleeding, but she put her hands behind her back, giving Morty the impression that she would not attack again.

Suddenly, she grinned maliciously, her eyes wide, and with all her might, she slammed her forehead hard against the spot directly in front of her.

The hard skull collided with the even harder glass.

Glass naturally wins.

A large gash appeared on her forehead, and bright red blood slid down her forehead, across her nose, down her mouth, and down her neck, staining her shirt red.

"You sissy, you're far from it."

With a cold, dismissive assessment of Morty, "That's all you've got," female Rick looked towards the distance at the fully armed warriors atop a row of glass jars.

Seeing that the person she was waiting for had arrived, she immediately whispered to Morty, "After I leave, you continue crawling inside. I need to go to the infirmary to get something. Before I come back, you must thoroughly investigate the entire pipeline, understand?"

One second he had a fierce look on his face and his words were full of contempt.

The next second, we entered a state of rational communication.

Faced with such a rapid change in events, Mo didn't know how to respond, so she could only nod heavily to show that she understood.

Next, he saw Rick the woman, along with the glass jar she was in, being carried by an invisible force to the only path in and out of this space.

Rick, handcuffed, shackled, and even bound around her waist and neck, slowly walked toward the exit in the distance.

The countless 'collections' around her roared once again.

It seemed as if they were celebrating their empress's return from this filthy, evil, and desolate tomb to a sunny and free world.

This scene made Morty realize that the other party was probably not a simple character, even if they had been here all along.

Crazy yet rational.

Gazing at the enormous, entirely black gate in the distance that slowly opened and then closed, Morty wasted no more time, detached from his physical form, and crawled into the rubber hose.

I wandered around this maze full of obstacles for an hour.

After finally finding the actual path leading to the big water pipe.

Morty went inside without hesitation. Over the course of an hour, the deeper he went into the pipes, the less light there was. Eventually, he had to rely on black and white lines of vision to find his way.

Upon entering the main water pipe, I discovered that it was transparent.

Outside the water pipes, numerous laser detection devices are scanning the water that passes in front of them every second...

"Oops..."

Chapter 402 Plan B?

Seven hours ago...

"P850, are you serious? You actually want to use me as bait? You think I'm not famous enough, right?"

"Nonsense! This plan is definitely not going to work!"

"I'd rather team up with Jerry and sneak in than consider this plan!"

On an unknown planet in an unknown universe, Dark Mo, lying on a piece of light gray marble, was already dissatisfied with his grandfather's plan to team him up with Jerry.

After all, everyone knows that Jerry is a loser king who is good at nothing but causing trouble.

What should I do if my wife cheats on me?

He took a gun and shot himself in the head right in front of the two men!

They got their brains splattered all over them.

But who would have thought that Grandpa, who usually rarely changed the 'theme' of a plan once it was set, would change to a second plan this time before the operation even began.

After listening with slight anticipation to Grandpa's second version of the new plan, Dark Mo, who had expected some new changes, immediately expressed extremely strong dissatisfaction.

Is this ridiculous second plan clearly targeting me?

He would rather team up with Jerry than consider this damn bait plan.

Damn it... I've been trying everything to hide my true identity, and you, on the other hand! You want to expose me to everyone, don't you?

Do I look like the kind of fool who would fall for something so unfair?

Grandpa, who had changed the entire plan at the last minute without offering any explanation, held a bottle of fine liquor and said in an unquestionable tone, "This isn't up to you. You should know how much I'm willing to pay to save my Morty."

"His life was even more important than mine; without him, I couldn't have accomplished anything afterward."

"So... since you've already agreed to join, and then you're going to give up because of my plans, then I have no choice but to send you on your way..."

Dark Morty, who had been sitting quite leisurely, became even more concerned when he heard his grandfather say that Morty's life was more important than his own.

A hint of anger and hatred flashed in Xiao Mo's eyes as he straightened up immediately. The movement of his leg muscles made him sit up completely upright, and he entered a state of being both serious and somewhat impatient.

But there was no anger on his face; instead, he was dominated by a complex emotion.

He opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, seemingly using all his strength, he uttered a question, each word incredibly heavy: "A Rick who would sacrifice himself for Morty?"

“Sacrifice? No, no, you misunderstood,” Grandpa shook his head in denial, then nodded, using even more refined language to explain his meaning.

"What I mean is, without him, many things would become meaningless, so if necessary, I would sacrifice my life to save him."

"Then let's wait and see," a strange emotion flickered in Dark Mo's eyes once again.

Completely calm, or rather, forcing himself to calm down, he jumped off the rock, walked up to his grandfather, pointed at him with his right hand, and said, "Use your informant to send a message to that stinky guy in the suit!"

"Okay~"

Of the four people not far away, Jerry breathed a sigh of relief because he didn't need to infiltrate, while the other three exchanged thoughtful glances.

"This guy is definitely planning something..."

"He was clearly very unhappy just now, but after hearing what P850 said, he seems to have entered a serious state, and he might cause some trouble later."

"I really don't know what he was thinking, making such an uncontrollable factor the core of his operation."

With his right hand slowly checking his belt and his left hand holding a C167 pair of pliers, he was multitasking as he spoke to Sammy and Beth.

Beth, only concerned with whether Morty would return safely, didn't think much about Dark Morty, or rather, in her eyes...

Most of the little Mortys are quite well-behaved.

Only a few bad guys almost pushed her to her limit.

Yes! Not including my own son!

He is absolutely not included!

Compared to Beth, who only cared about whether Morty would return safely, Sammy seemed to have caught up with C167's thoughts, ever since she gained the ability to immerse herself in other people's lives.

Sammy, who rarely includes Rick in her stories, has chosen an unknown Rick this time, one who is less likely to cause trouble for ordinary people, and who is even wise beyond his years.

"I think this is a two-level game..."

"Hmm? You thought of that too? Not bad, my granddaughter. Why don't you analyze it?" C167 was surprised to hear that Sang Mei had actually kept up with the pace, and then decided to test her.

"It's simple. Although I don't know why Grandpa changed his strategy, the shift from infiltration to bait, bringing Dark Mo out of the shadows, indicates that he had other plans."