Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Here, the treasures are thousands of times more abundant than those in the fake treasure vault, like a giant forest, as the black alloy door is opened.

On either side of the floating stone path ahead, there are countless glass jars.

From the first intelligent life form on this planet that should have been writing the song of life, to a car that was destroyed in a very artistic way, and even a fly-man who mysteriously disappeared years ago.

Any item that Rick in a suit considers unique will be collected by a specialist and placed here.

Many of these items were simply randomly selected from lists submitted by his subordinates. The collections he actually targeted and personally supervised the capture of only accounted for one percent of the total.

Walking through this space filled with countless collectibles, Rick, dressed in a suit, took out a gold bottle and began to sip the expensive liquor while admiring everything before him.

Half an hour later, satisfied, he returned to the command center to continue personally overseeing the reality show.

Seeing that this guy had finally returned, Rick, who had been carrying the camera and recording videos, finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly sent a message to his grandfather on his phone.

Grandpa, who had been waiting in the snow for half an hour, waved his hand, signaling everyone to quickly hide.

The once pristine, snow-covered lake is now riddled with holes dug out and filled with large amounts of explosives.

Finding a spatial anchor point is both easy and difficult.

Since Grandpa didn't want to take over this place, the only option was to just blow it up!

Destroying the spatial anchor point forces the treasure vault in the deep world to be revealed, and what follows will be an unprecedented looting!

Dark Mo, who was already impatient, decisively pressed the button after receiving his grandfather's signal to act.

A large amount of explosives were detonated almost simultaneously.

Snow and ice mixed with mud shot into the sky hundreds of meters high, and the icy lake water surged up a huge wave, instantly killing the fish inside.

As the explosion occurred, the spatial anchor point, which would normally be almost invisible, revealed its true form as a giant iron chain.

At that moment, everyone saw a giant black iron chain that covered the entire lake and stretched out into outer space.

"It's blown up, let's go!"

The treasure vault that everyone wanted finally appeared before their eyes. Grandpa clapped excitedly, but as soon as he turned around, he was shot in the abdomen by Dark Mo.

Immediately afterwards, Sammy, Beth, Jerry, and C167 were all shot in quick succession within a second.

Dark Mo fired five shots in 1.2 seconds without missing a single one. He turned and walked towards the only space vehicle on site. At this moment, Grandpa, clutching his injured abdomen, shouted, "You know I have Project Phoenix that allows me to be reborn, right?"

"But I'm sure you don't have any Phoenix Plan like Jerry did, so you have to find a way to survive and then go save him!"

Without looking back, Dark Mo pointed out what Grandpa should do next, then entered the spaceship, stepped on the gas, and flew towards space.

As he followed the iron chain upwards, he saw the square building that had been repelled from the dark world due to the issue of spatial anchors and pulled out by the planet's rotation.

A satisfied smile appeared on Dark Mo's face.

A man of his mind would naturally know that the treasure vault in front of him was real; it couldn't be faked, and his grandfather would never create a fake treasure vault to deceive him.

So... rob him!!!

After Dark Mo left, the people left on the ground began to die one after another. When only Grandpa and Tzeentch remained, Grandpa, whose body was slowly dying, took out a high-definition camera from his shirt pocket and said in a heavy tone, as if entrusting his affairs before his death, "Comrade Tzeentch! Before I go, I have an important task to entrust to you!"

Looking at this guy who was acting like a drama queen, Tzeentch was too lazy to play along. He snatched the high-definition camera, threw down a sentence, and went up the chain.

"Remember to take care of Morty. You absolutely cannot let him die. If he dies, I'm doomed too!"

"Traitorous comrade! Traitorous comrade!"

"Stop!!!"

After watching Tzeentch leave, the grandfather on the ground finally breathed his last, but his consciousness was also transferred to a clone and he walked out of the glass jar from which the water was being quickly drained.

After changing his clothes, Grandpa went up the stairs in the underground base to the garage. He opened the door and went to the refrigerator in the kitchen next door to take out a bottle of beer.

Then he walked into the living room and asked Sang Mei and the others who had been watching TV, "What happened in the ten or so seconds that I was resurrected?"

"Nothing happened. Suit Rick still thinks his ratings are skyrocketing, and Dark Morty has entered the real treasure vault—that is, Morty... When are you planning to rescue him?"

In response to Beth's concerns, Grandpa took out a bunch of dark purple wild berries, about the size of grapes but with thicker skin, from the pocket of his lab coat.

"I spent a fortune on that old eucalyptus man to finally find this fruit that can enhance a person's subconscious. I finally had a very unexpected opportunity to separate them and forcibly divide them, and I don't want all my efforts to be in vain."

After saying this, Grandpa plopped down on the sofa, but then felt a pain in his bottom and stood up again. He asked the AI ​​to retrieve the surveillance footage while asking what this body had gone through.

"Nothing much, it's just that before C167 left, he mentioned your old grudges and the fact that you didn't pay him for the job, so he beat up your clone with a stick beforehand. That's why I guess you might be in pain all over your body..."

"Huh? Fuck! My hand! My foot! How could that old bastard be so vengeful... Ouch! My balls! He didn't even spare this place???"

Chapter 413 Entering the Treasure Vault

Seeing Grandpa writhing in pain on the sofa in a bizarre shape, everyone present felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

To be honest, if the three of them hadn't deliberately turned a blind eye, C167 wouldn't have been able to enter the underground base so easily, take out Grandpa's clone, beat it up, and then put it back in.

Grandpa's plan this time was really tormenting Morty.

If you want to separate your subconscious, can't you consider some other methods instead of this forced isolation?

So you have to endure this pain!

However, this slight pain was no match for Grandpa. He struggled back to the garage, took out a painkiller, gave himself an injection, and then returned to the living room as if nothing had happened.

I also didn't forget to take a bottle of spirits from the refrigerator.

Grandpa sat back down on the sofa, switched the screen with the remote, and seeing that everything was proceeding smoothly, he took a satisfied sip of strong liquor.

Meanwhile, at the fake treasure vault, their clones are working hard to 'rescue' Morty.

Meanwhile, in the real treasure vault, Dark Mo, who thought he had outmaneuvered him but had actually been tricked, was being followed by cameras as he searched for the item he wanted, and his identity remained exposed.

And Rick in the suit... that idiot, he still thinks he's in control of everything.

Tsk!

At such an advanced age, all he does is collect things from all over the place, instead of carrying out internal reforms and organizing a group of loyal and reliable people to eliminate internal traitors.

You can easily find out his exact movements by finding a few informants.

With this level of skill, how does he expect to play against me?

"Ugh, how boring~ When will someone in this universe appear who can... fuck me!"

Grandpa, who was just about to lament how lonely his later years were, saw Jerry, who was closest to him, holding a bowl of salt and pepper potato chips, listening to him.

Grandpa wished he could raise his hand and slap his own mouth.

Damn it! What are you doing standing next to Jerry making random comments?!

Swallowing the rest of his words, Grandpa picked up the bottle and began his daily drinking spree, because as long as people's hearts remained unchanged, nothing much would change in the future.

Sigh! Let's drink! Let's drink!

Meanwhile, on the True Treasure Vault side, Dark Mo smoothly landed his spaceship in front of the True Treasure Vault. There were almost no defensive turrets on the outer wall of this huge square building, but he knew that this was just to prevent people from thinking of it as a super strong defensive fortress at first glance.

If anyone is identified as an enemy, then the security system that Suit Rick has invested heavily in will make any enemy suffer enough.

However, this couldn't stop the well-prepared Dark Mo.

In this 'rescue Morty' incident, it wasn't just Grandpa who was using his brain; Dark Morty wasn't really being led by the nose by Grandpa the whole time.

He was so wary of that old geezer, how could he not have thought that his grandfather might trick him?

However, strategy is not about pursuing exquisite works of art, but about prioritizing practicality.

If you let the other party devise a elaborate scheme, and you just focus on doing your own thing, you will not be affected in most cases.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the True Treasure Vault, Dark Mo pulled a metal identity plaque from his pocket, walked to the five-meter-high and two-meter-thick gate, and found a black slot for placing it.

After being placed on it, the identity plaque was pulled inside by a claw-like mechanical device along the narrow passage connecting the door and the wall.

As the rotating mechanism spun, and after aligning with a special nameplate that had been pre-reserved, the door in front of Dark Mo slowly opened to him.

It's not difficult to get this thing for myself.

After all, the larger the organization and the more people it has, the more mistakes will happen, and the more opportunities will naturally arise.

This also makes it easy for Dark Mo to obtain this item.

Of course, the price was that a drunken old Rick died in the sewers of Ruicheng, becoming the protagonist of a bizarre murder case.

"Phew...we've finally arrived."

Seeing the door open to him, Dark Mo, who had been tense all along, breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if this thing was useless, he would have no choice but to go home.

Brainless ideas like storming into buildings are best left forgotten.

Even if Rick in his suit is a complete waste of space, he won't slack off on the treasure vault.

This mechanical lock can essentially teach those civilizations that have entered the interstellar age and believe they are invincible with computers a lesson.

No matter what electromagnetic pulse, power outage, or other strange methods you use, this door can only be entered using a mechanical lock.

With unhurried steps, Xiao Mo calmly entered the dark hall. He glanced at the spacious hall, which was thirty meters high and five hundred meters wide, and walked step by step to the reception desk at the front of the hall, his feet on the smooth stone floor.

An old-fashioned robot dressed in a black suit slowly raised its head. The mechanical parts on its neck, which hadn't been oiled in a long time, creaked. The voice component in its throat emitted a deep voice: "What brings you here?"

"Collection transfer, K241, Operation number M-0922224." Dark Mo didn't say much, but his voice was very loud at this moment, echoing throughout the hundred-meter-long hall.

Upon hearing this, the robot slowly lowered its head. Its eyes, which were merely decorative, 'input' the voice into a secret private network, allowing an archive in another universe to check whether the mission was real.

The answer... of course, there isn't one!

"No such task available"

"Search again"

"No such task..."

"Search again"

"No such...mission..."

"Entering maintenance mode, maintenance operator code: 129D"

With thorough preparation, Dark Mo used a non-existent or even fabricated mission to put the old robot into maintenance mode. He then went around to the back of the front desk, took out a small mobile phone he carried with him, and obtained administrator privileges by connecting to the port.

However, the mechanical keyboard on the back of this old-fashioned robot still caused Dark Mordo to waste about a minute of his time.

"Jesus! It can't be just a touchscreen, it also requires a keyboard! I can clearly use voice commands to put it into maintenance mode, why do I have to tap the side?"

"Hiss... This outdated code is riddled with bugs and inefficiencies..."