Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Because this secret base of theirs completely blocks all airborne signals, when C137 brought up Project Phoenix before.

He upgraded at lightning speed.

It is essential to ensure that signals such as consciousness entering the clone and attempting to revive itself can also be blocked.

But did Grandpa really commit suicide like that?

Rick in a suit, completely unwilling to believe what he was seeing, fell into deep thought, as did Dark Mo.

Because this revolver has a total of six bullets, except for the first one which is real, the others are fake death bullets that cannot kill.

If you hit someone, it will put them into a state of suspended animation.

After all, in his prediction, when faced with the situation of being forced to commit suicide with a gun, his grandfather would at least say a few words like, "This gun is fake, the bullet is fake, I want to fire a shot and try it."

Finally, he picked up a pistol and deliberately fired a shot.

Once the real bullets were fired and Rick in the suit verified their authenticity, it would be logical for Grandpa to fake his death and then turn the tables.

Conversely, if Grandpa didn't dare to shoot himself.

This proves that Rick would never consider Morty's life more important than his own.

That's natural...

"Fuck!!!"

As Dark Mo cursed angrily, Jerry was placing a small handheld device on the ground in a deserted corner of this secret base.

The simplest, single-button operation, combined with the numerous 'exorcising items' hanging on the edge of the machine, successfully got it working properly.

Grandpa, who had been reborn quickly, also crawled out of the A4-sized opening on the machine in an awkward posture.

While drilling, he also started complaining about Dark Little Mo.

"Damn it...you still want to scheme against me...you schemed against me hours ago, but I was already scheming against you before I even started looking for C167!"

"Ptooey! Uh... Jerry! Quick, pull me out of here! I think I'm stuck!"

Chapter 406 Five Hours Ago

Five hours ago~

In other words, when Rick in the suit put Morty into his collection, it was like a stamp collector who was extremely fickle and wanted something, and then immediately wanted the next one.

A message, after going through some tedious and frustrating transmission methods, finally reached Rick's phone.

"An extremely evil Morty?"

"I don't have anything like this in my collection. This is interesting; I didn't expect to be so lucky."

Although on ordinary days, it is rare for collectibles like 'Motty' that meet the criteria to appear in front of me one after another in the same period of time.

But the joy of acquiring a new collectible made Rick in the suit not pay much attention to this detail.

He took it as good luck coming his way.

Even if it was a trap set by that guy P850, he never personally took part in anything except when it was absolutely certain... no! Absolutely certain.

Anyway, they're just cannon fodder! We can have as many as we want! We won't feel bad if they die, we can just recruit another batch.

So what more can be said?

Send someone over there, and I'll take command myself.

perfect!

So Rick in a suit left the collection area and used the teleportation gun to go to the information gathering and operations command center in another universe. Skilled in risk management, he never put all his eggs in one basket.

This is business experience, and also life experience.

Upon entering this command center, equipped with a powerful AI and decorated with silver-gray metallic floors, rows of long tables, and dozens of computers, one finds a command center.

A henchman carrying a tablet immediately approached. After listening to the latest news, Rick, dressed in a suit, ordered all the men to allocate all resources to the next arrest mission.

The henchmen, who were originally lazy and either drinking beverages or eating, but were all dressed in tight-fitting clothes, seemingly in line with Rick's perverse tastes or some special fetish of Star Trek fans, immediately entered a serious working state.

The curved, sloping glass panel in front of them, resembling a spaceship, immediately connected to the local cosmic network according to the coordinates given by Rick in the suit.

This is also thanks to the fact that the dark matter communication network has been repaired.

Otherwise, this combat command center would have to be temporarily moved to the local space to conduct remote command.

With Rick in a suit giving the order, a large number of experienced capture personnel recruited from all over the universe, who were stationed at another space operations base, began to enter the delivery spaceships under the command of the management.

The muscular orc, with fangs reaching his nose, wielded an oversized heavy weapon, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Fly special forces personnel who didn't associate with the Galactic Empire, or rather, couldn't make it in the Galactic Empire, carried a small sniper rifle and walked towards the cabin.

The angel, whose eyes were filled with the disdain of everyone around her, tightened her wings, as if afraid that her pure white feathers, which she had spent so much effort grooming, would be tainted by anything of the mortal world.

These elite hunters from different universes and different planets, interested in the mission, spontaneously lined up and marched forward.

What allows so many incompatible groups to gather together without any bloodshed?

Is it because of Rick's unique personal charm?

Or perhaps it is because he shoulders some great mission of ensuring harmony among all things?

Another... another my ass!

Of course, it's Rick in the suit's money power that matters!

Beside each spaceship ready for deployment stood a watermelon-headed alien wearing a uniform tight-fitting suit and holding a tablet computer.

As the on-site finance personnel for the suit-wearing Ricks, they loudly informed the people lining up to enter the cabin of the operation's reward and... expenses!

"The basic salary for this emergency special operation capture mission is 30 Swiss Coins. The subsidy for capturing targets like Morty is 10 Swiss Coins. The welfare allowance plus meal allowance for front-line capture personnel is 6000 Swiss Coins. The salaries and subsidies for second-line backup capture personnel will all be reduced by 50%. The '感动奖' (a bonus for those who work with injuries), ranging from ICU patients to those with minor scrapes, is an extra bonus (10% to 200% of the basic operation salary)."

"The cost of using the emergency delivery pod is 10,000 Swiss francs, the basic medical kit is 5000 Swiss francs, the enhanced medical kit is 20,000 Swiss francs, the cost of resurrection is 300,000 Swiss francs, and the one-time life and disability insurance is 30 Swiss francs (coverage of 300,000, converted to local currency and paid to his wife and daughters; if he has no family members, the money will go into Rick in the Suit's Swiss Charity Fund)."

The coexistence of income and expenditure is not only the most distinctive feature of the Suit Rick organization.

Its most distinctive feature is its obsession with collecting, which leads the entire organization to relentlessly strive for unique and irreplaceable treasures.

This means that it applies to both living and dead objects.

From a man with eight kidneys due to genetic mutation to a landscape with a violently aesthetically pleasing crater left on the ground after a nuclear explosion in a parallel universe, Rick in a suit will spend a lot of money to collect anything that is unique.

This naturally gave rise to a group of counterfeiters who constantly refine their skills in this area...

While preparing for the operation at the base.

Grandpa is currently discussing details with a counterfeiter.

This creature with two faces on the front and back of its head can actually have two different personalities despite having only one head.

The face that spoke to the grandfather clearly belonged to a shrewd businessman, while the face that spoke to Dark Mo looked more like that of a brainless idiot.

"Rick Sanchez, this matter is so risky, and I even spread the news for you, and all you give me is 30 Swiss City Dollars? This puts me in a difficult position!"

"This won't do...we need to pay more!"

Grandpa, who had been tormented by Morty's repeated "you have to pay more" for a while, still has a slight psychological shadow and almost had a stress reaction on the spot.

Suppressing the urge to slap him, Grandpa said he was fine with paying more, but only if he could guarantee that Dark Mo would be caught by Rick in a suit in a very reasonable way.

Then don't blame me for destroying your race's planet and making you a small tragedy in the infinite universe.

This wasn't his first time working with his grandfather, but hearing the other party's menacing words today left him somewhat puzzled, and his previously lazy mood lifted.

When someone says something very harsh.

If you continue to act nonchalantly and dismissively, don't be surprised if the other party retaliates severely when they come after you.

The two-faced man, who understood this principle well, nodded solemnly on both his faces.

"Don't worry, as long as C167's acting is up to par, there shouldn't be any problems... I have an informant inside who has already heard that they're preparing to take action. Let's get ready!"

Chapter 407 There Will Always Be a Backlash

"You're that Dark Mo?"

"You're C167?"

"Who am I? Are you blind? Can't you see me? You have the nerve to ask me who I am?"

"You disgusting old man, listen to me! You're nothing but a pile of dog shit! Do you understand? You stinking pile of dog shit!"

Under the shade of the trees, C167 and Dark Mo's first meeting was filled with tension, which puzzled Beth and the others who were hiding in the distance.

Isn't this their first meeting?

Why does it sound like you want to spit the other person's brain right out of their skull the moment you open your mouth?

Even Grandpa spent some time guessing before he understood why these two people, who had never met before, were so angry with each other as soon as they met.

It's all because of that Morty incident.

C167 naturally hoped that Morty would return safely, but Dark Morty made it clear from the beginning that he wanted to cause trouble.

So you won't let my grandson return safely, and you expect me to give you a pleasant look?

How shameless!

So when the two people acting as bait are clearly unhappy about this, the right thing to do is to take their place and replace C167.

However, his identity was already in the offline databases of various scanners, just from Rick in the suit. Basically, anyone could tell who he was with a single scan.

Grandpa + a new little Mo = a trap.

They probably want everyone to know there's a ghost here, don't they?

What about the conflict between Dark Mordred and C167...?

Cold!

Let them figure it out themselves!

So, after Dark Mo and C167 argued for about ten minutes, hundreds of small black dots suddenly appeared in the sky above, from the direction of outer space overhead.

"Watch out, they're coming!"

Grandpa shouted something very seriously, then shoved a briefcase into Jerry's hands, along with a whole bunch of 'auspicious items' that he had previously used to suppress Jerry.