Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"However, it can be surprisingly effective in defending against enemies that evolve too quickly."

Despite his complaints, Dark Mo's hands were busy. He kept his eyes glued to the blurry screen in front of him and, through some 'ancient' code, gained the permissions he wanted.

Finally, the old-fashioned robot, its parts creaking and groaning, led Dark Mo toward what he wanted.

Chapter 414 Heart of Frost

In Rick and Morty, there are many coveted gadgets, but there is one gadget that, no matter how it's ranked, will always occupy a place in the top five.

This refers to the miniature cosmic battery from season two, episode six. The item's full name is: 'I use your universe as a car battery, and occasionally to charge your phone. Your purpose from birth to death is simply to be power supply tools.'

But Dark Mo came here not for a 'battery' that C137 could build as many as it wanted, but for a unique object similar to this miniature cosmic battery.

Led by the old-fashioned robot, Dark Mo found the treasure. He stood in front of the cabinet, looking at the deep blue glass box in front of him, his eyes filled with joy.

If there is anything that can freeze an entire universe, this thing in front of us is one of them.

It was a death-defying device of an ancient civilization, but it failed to drag all the enemies that destroyed it into the abyss when the civilization was destroyed.

It was later discovered by a trans-universe treasure hunting team.

It made a brief appearance in the multiverse before being captured by Rick in a suit and turned into a work of art.

But for Dark Mo, this thing is a personal version of a 'nuclear weapon'. With it, anyone who wants to fight him will have to consider whether they can escape successfully before he does so.

This object, with its swirling, deep blue nebula, can freeze any universe's ultimate doomsday weapon in just a few seconds.

Whether it's the material world or the immaterial world, whether it's a person with a physical body, a soul, or even consciousness, everything will be completely frozen by this thing.

Even with Project Phoenix, if one doesn't die quickly enough, and the speed of consciousness transfer doesn't outpace the freezing process, then the consciousness will also be frozen.

That's why Dark Mo wanted to get it.

After having the old-fashioned robot open the glass jar for him, Dark Mo carefully took out the treasure from inside and then turned and walked back the way he came.

With a premonition in his heart, Dark Mo quickened his pace and ran wildly, but was eventually blocked at the door by Rick in a suit who led a large group of men.

"Not bad, not bad, you actually found my way here and even tried to steal the Frostheart. You're the first one to do that. So, how do you plan to die?"

Seeing Rick in a suit, who shouldn't be there but had a premonition that he would appear, and indeed he did.

After silently criticizing his grandfather in his mind, Dark Mo decisively raised the Frostheart in both hands, making a gesture as if he was about to smash it to the ground.

The man's rude and uncouth behavior, which was so unrefined that it could be described as completely undignified, terrified Rick in his suit.

Damn it... You're always risking your life, are you crazy?

"Stop! If you break that thing, you won't survive either!! Do you understand?! No matter what method you use, we're all doomed!"

Rick in the suit's attempt to stop him made Dark Mo chuckle contemptuously to himself, because he knew this guy wouldn't dare to gamble so much.

As expected~

People who have lived a life of luxury, no matter what their past was like, will eventually feel that their lives are particularly precious and that they cannot afford to die easily compared to ordinary people.

He usually complies if someone can threaten his life face-to-face, but unfortunately... he really has to die.

With her grandfather's encouragement, her true identity has been completely exposed, so she has to fake her death in front of everyone.

What could erase one's existence more than being killed by Rick in a suit?

there is none left!

However, this step must be done very carefully, and you must also get your hands on this item.

Dark Mo, who wanted everything, decisively told Rick in the suit that he wanted a 'clean' teleportation gun without data uploading capabilities, or he would smash it on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Rick in the suit was overjoyed, because he himself knew of no fewer than eight ways to tamper with the teleportation gun, not to mention Rick, who was an expert in teleportation gun technology.

It's safe to say that as long as Dark Mo uses the teleportation gun he provided, this guy is not far from death.

So, while keeping Dark Morpheus calm, Rick in his suit ordered someone to quickly get a faulty teleportation gun.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited. You want the teleportation gun? I'll have someone fetch it right away. But before that, how about we talk?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about!"

Dark Mo put on an act of refusing to negotiate, but this did not deter Rick in his suit. He gently persuaded the young man not to be so impatient.

After all, he was a person with some influence in Ruicheng.

He is also known for his absolute word.

Since I've agreed to let you leave, I'll definitely give you a teleportation gun so you can leave. But before you go, can you tell me how you found this place?

How could Dark Mo miss such an opportunity to smear his grandfather?

Thus, through his slightly exaggerated description, Grandpa's abilities were once again elevated several levels in everyone's mind through the lens.

As for Grandpa, who was watching TV, he absolutely disliked the ridiculous title of "the P850 with its brilliant calculations."

Damn...

You never miss an opportunity to trick me, do you?

Grandpa, who wanted to reduce his influence and fade out of everyone's sight, just wanted to open a portal to Dark Mo's side, grab the brat's hair, and yell at him.

You bastard who deliberately doesn't use the teleportation gun, you're trying to screw me over like this, do you believe I'll drag you down with me?

However, Grandpa ultimately didn't do that.

No other reason than that it's unnecessary.

So, after Dark Little Mo gave a great presentation on Grandpa's powerful strength, a 'freshly made' teleportation gun was delivered to Rick in a suit.

Receiving a knowing look that had already been tampered with, Rick in the suit half-squatted down and slid the teleportation gun down the smooth floor to Dark Mo's feet.

Here's what you wanted. You can leave now.

With his acting skills on point, Dark Mo cautiously kicked the teleportation gun, and after 'discovering' that it didn't seem to have been tampered with, he decisively picked it up.

He deliberately held the Frostheart in front of him, and when he opened the portal, dozens of octopus tentacles reached out to grab him. The thing was also very 'accidentally' thrown to the other side by the panicked Dark Mo.

"Ha... a childish trick... How could the teleportation gun I gave you not be a danger I chose myself?"

"what?"

Do you really think I'm stupid?

Chapter 415: Did they fail?

Looking at the ground torn apart by dozens of octopus tentacles, leaving behind dark, tiny fragments, a cruel smile appeared on Rick's face.

Idiots! A bunch of idiots!

With his back to the camera, he waved to the cameraman. As the cameraman zoomed in, he turned around and slowly pulled out a piece of white silk with a smile that still held a cruel expression.

Then, he took out a small knife forged from the rarest metal in the world from his waist and waved it again towards the camera in front of everyone.

A few seconds later, the camera focused on an old Rick with a mustache and a slightly overweight belly.

With a look of fear on his face, he didn't dare to look at Rick in the suit, but instead looked at the camera and at his grandfather who was watching TV.

The look in their eyes, yearning for a helping hand, conveyed a message to everyone without being spoken.

"Some people think I'm obsessed with collecting all sorts of rare items, so they assume my focus will always be on those unique treasures, and... that's not entirely wrong."

"But, like all inertia, that's when you start making mistakes, when you think you'll stay in this state forever."

Rick in the suit stopped talking after saying just two sentences, and his hands began to move. He slowly walked behind the traitor, his back to the icy planet outside the black door. His entire face, except for his eyes, was swallowed by shadow.

He slowly wiped the blade with white silk, the silver light reflecting off the surface, instead of stinging Rick's eyes, causing his body to relax.

It conveys a sense of complete relaxation.

It was at this moment that he signaled to his henchmen on either side to force the traitor to kneel down, and then grabbed his hair with his left hand.

However, the blade did not immediately slit the throat.

Because Rick in the suit still had something to say to his grandfather, to Dark Morty, and to everyone else.

Anyone who has experienced it, read about it in books, or even heard about it should know that the first few coins of capital are stained with blood, lives, and tragedies.

"So... was my wealth a gift from an omnipotent god?"

As Rick in the suit uttered each word, his back gradually hunched over, and his head drew closer and closer to the right side of the traitor's head.

When the camera stopped near the traitor's right ear, he, whose eyes had been fixed on the camera, slowly closed his eyes, then roared, widening his eyes to their maximum size, his face contorted like a ferocious beast released from prison.

"Answer me! Did I find all this money on the street?!"

Terrified, the trembling traitor sobbed as he replied, "No... Mr. Rick Sanchez, your money wasn't found."

How did you earn your first pot of gold?

"You robbed...killed...tricked...you killed a lot of Ricks..."

“Not bad! You remember! Where did this money come from!” Rick in the suit suddenly released the traitor’s hair with his left hand, then punched him hard, causing his forehead to hit the ground. He then asked in a cold and ruthless tone, “So, as my man, using my money, eating my food, living in my house, everything you have is given to you by me, why did you betray me?”

"I...I...I was momentarily blinded by greed! Forgive me! Please forgive me, esteemed Mr. Rick Sanchez!"

A traitor who dared not get up or move, hoping to gain a chance to live by remaining motionless and begging for mercy.

Completely unexpectedly, Rick in the suit suddenly turned deadly at this crucial moment.

The cold blade pierced down his spine at the waist. The blade, which was much harder and sharper than bone, cut through his body like butter, with the tip even sinking into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the others took out large iron nails and hammers, and nailed the traitor's hands and feet firmly to the ground as he screamed in pain.

After finishing all this, Rick in his suit glanced at the bloodstains on his suit, then took it off, revealing a rose-red patterned vest underneath.

"Shove this piece of clothing into his mouth; I don't want to hear him yelling and screaming."

"Also, retrieve the Heart of Frost and put it in the cellar. These things are no longer suitable to be left outside."

Rick, in his suit, issued two orders, getting his henchmen busy while continuing to speak to the camera: "P850, I stole your Morty, and you want to destroy my treasure vault? That's unfair, because his value isn't comparable to any of the treasures here."

"Consider this a warning. If you go any further, I'll make sure you understand that you're not C137, and you can't beat us!"

"Did you understand?"

"You want one Morty? I'll give you a hundred! This Morty is mine!"

Regarding Rick in the suit making threats while not daring to provoke C137, Beth and the others not only thought he was a bit arrogant, but also expressed their dissatisfaction that their grandfather had failed this time.