Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Didn't you go out on a bicycle?"

"Where's the car? Did it get stolen again?"

Rick's mocking laughter made Henry's face turn angry. In order to prevent Rick from suspecting him, he would revert to being the weak and easily bullied Jerry who could argue with anyone in the family as soon as he returned home.

So, after a series of fake performances...

Jerry stormed out of the master bedroom, slamming the door behind him. There, he hid a paper-thin computer behind Beth's dressing table.

A thin piece of paper was tapped a few times in a specific order and rhythm.

The black UI interface appeared on that piece of paper, with 99+ emails, indicating just how many people and things were waiting for him to handle during his absence.

In the past, he would have made sure to finish these things quickly.

But at this moment, he had no time to worry about such things; he had to complete Dark Little Mo's huge order as soon as possible.

After reorganizing his best personnel, he found it wasn't perfect enough, so he had to rent a group of skilled men from other military contractors at high prices.

Once the first assault team was assembled, all the people scattered across various universes received a notification text message.

"A full-strength assault team? My team members? Holy crap! Are they all top-notch? And what about the other contractors' men?"

"Hiss! The reward is a bit too high. This money won't be easy to get; the risk is probably already at its highest."

"Let's do it! I'm short on cash right now! I love this kind of high-risk, high-reward work!"

Among the diverse reactions of the crowd, the man named Carl, chosen by Henry as the action leader, was a square-faced man with a pair of orange-yellow ram's horns on his forehead. He was as calm as a mountain, but the indifference in his eyes was enough to make anyone avoid his chilling gaze.

Unlike his teammates, as the selected captain, he has the power to choose whether to accept or refuse a mission, and he also has access to more details.

The task details, which were only described in one sentence, meant that he didn't need to think too much before accepting the task.

Because the target... is Rick Sanchez's Morty Smith!

Whoever Morty is, he's going to make Rick experience the same pain he went through back then!!!

"I've accepted this assignment. When can I meet with my employer?"

A short message was sent to Henry.

Knowing that the other party would accept, Henry didn't rush to reply. Instead, he sent a message to Dark Little Mo to confirm that they could meet now.

They then arranged for the two to meet at a certain place.

What happened next was no longer Henry's concern. After all, he was just a military contractor who provided manpower and supplies to clients and profited from it.

After he introduced the two parties...

"Jerry! Have you had dinner yet? Come down and eat!"

Hearing Beth calling him, Henry got out of bed, hid the paper computer in his hand, then pushed open the door to the master bedroom and went down the stairs.

Seeing the steaming bowl of dinner on the table, Henry felt a warmth in his heart, because with his abilities, he could have easily come up with countless ways to leave this place.

But his Beth was the only reason he chose to stay here.

Thanks.

Chapter 515 Dark Mo's First Step

On a planet in a certain universe, roughly the size of the Sun in the Milky Way.

In the most important commercial center city on this planet, a black car with an inconspicuous exterior drove out of its parking space in the underground garage and arrived at the elevator entrance on the first basement floor of this 500-meter-tall building.

A fat, pale blue slug-like alien was wearing a black suit so oversized that it had to be custom-made to fit him.

He was holding a black briefcase in his right hand.

He was complaining to his wife, a female slug-like alien, and his important business partner about how difficult his job had become due to the recent power shifts within the Ruicheng Syndicate caused by Rick's death.

When an organization loses a strong-willed figure who can command everyone.

Then the people below will be like sharks smelling blood, venturing into the sea of ​​money into territories they previously dared not set foot in, to seize those plump fish.

So the bosses above are fighting.

Their subordinates would naturally have to rejoin the party or fight for more benefits.

In short, the entire Ruicheng Syndicate has descended into chaos.

This top-down chaos could easily implicate people like Slugman, Rick's former financial officer in a suit.

As the person who managed all the accounts of this business empire while Rick in the suit was alive, he was very clear about his own value.

At least for now, no one will touch him.

As long as he finds a winner in this game of power and then hands over a portion of Rick's personal wealth, he can weather this storm safely.

Until the other party gradually drove him out of the Ruicheng Syndicate.

He could then take the money and, with his ambitious wife, retire to a world Rick had never set foot in.

But just as I had foreseen back then.

If you marry a woman who is very ambitious in her career, you should either be a stay-at-home husband and let her take care of external affairs while you take care of the home.

Either both of them have to be in charge of external affairs, and at the same time, they must ensure that their own ambitions are much greater than hers.

If one day, your ambition begins to fade.

At this point, the once close and tightly bound cooperation between the two will turn into an extremely terrible backlash.

So that's where his argument with his wife took place.

Neither side can simply let the other go, because the other knows too much about them.

But when Ruicheng in a suit dies, even if his faction isn't punished later, they will gradually be squeezed out of the Ruicheng Syndicate.

He resigned himself to his fate and chose a bloodless way to end things with dignity.

The wife, however, planned to use Rick's 'legacy' during this chaotic time to take a step further before everything settled down.

He naturally opposed this ambitious but somewhat foolish approach.

Because if you get caught up in the conflicts in Ruicheng and accidentally encounter some ruthless characters who play with souls, then after your body dies, your soul will also suffer endless torment!

So the two argued about this all the way down from the top floor of the building, and even after getting into the car, they didn't stop, making the driver and bodyguard feel like their ears were being tortured.

The car slowly started moving.

As we drove up the winding gray concrete slope, just before entering the road, a group of masked men suddenly emerged from the bushes in the green belt and flower beds on both sides.

Their modified light machine guns fired at a rate of 6000 rounds per minute, with 600 steel-core armor-piercing rounds in two drum magazines on the gun.

In the first second, several gun barrels opened fire simultaneously, destroying the tires and the driver and bodyguards in the car.

"Fuck!"

The sudden attack brought their argument to an abrupt halt.

Compared to his wife, who was now sitting in the car screaming, the equally panicked slug was very 'clever'. He opened the car door and ran towards the sidewalk on the right.

The attackers were speechless at the idiot's act of treating them like they were nearsighted.

Damn it... Have you ever received any special training on how to calmly respond to an attack?

He opened the car door and ran...

You think you're our... Jesus?! He's completely insulting our eyesight!

Karl, who was chosen as the action team leader, noticed this guy, threw down his light machine gun, drew his semi-automatic pistol from his waist, and shot the slug in the butt from a distance of about 5 meters.

The slug that had been hit by a bullet screamed and its running speed slowed down, but it still staggered forward.

Although he doesn't run on two legs, for any animal that can move on its own, regardless of the shape of its legs, they are one of the most important body parts in the process of evolving from primitive creatures to intelligent creatures on the planet where its species is located.

After all, you need to run fast to catch your prey and escape danger, right?

So, after taking several bullets, this slug, still able to run slowly, finally displayed the indomitable spirit of its ancestors in a plump form.

Carl had already slowly caught up.

By this time, the crowd on the street had already scattered and fled, and the cars abandoned on the roadside filled the lanes. However, there were still quite a few daring people who took various filming equipment and filmed from places they thought were safe.

After all, the fact that this building belongs to the Ruicheng Syndicate is something that almost everyone in the city knows. After all, a monopolistic organization cannot keep a low profile like a secretive organization; it must constantly demonstrate its strength in order to deter those ambitious individuals.

Now we see this fat man, who is usually so arrogant in the city, about to be killed like a dog on the street.

Who wouldn't want to record a short video, and then, at night, invite friends and family over to drink and watch this bastard get killed?

"Stop! Do you know who I am?! I'm the next treasurer of the Ruicheng Syndicate! If you kill me in the street, you're dead no matter where you run to!"

Unfazed by the ridiculous threat, Karl, wearing a mask, sneered and then removed the mask from his face.

When Rick's face, with a cold smile, appeared before the slug.

As death drew ever closer, this snot-nosed creature, attempting to use Ruicheng's identity to escape, had fear filling his eyes.

"Are you surprised to see my face?"

"I..."

After saying just one sentence, giving the other person only enough time to utter a single word, Carl emptied the entire magazine of his pistol.

boom! boom! boom!

The steel-core armor-piercing projectile effortlessly penetrated the slug's brain and body.

After the other party died on the spot.

Carl, sporting Rick's face, roared at the people hiding in the shadows, "This is what happens when you offend the other Ricks in Rick City!!! Listen up, all of you!!! As long as Rick City exists, no one will escape alive after messing with us Ricks!!!"

Although Carl's rambling words made the listeners feel strange.

But the other party's meaning was still very clear.

Don't mess with us Ricks, or you're dead!

Listen carefully!

Chapter 516 Dark Little Mo's Second Step

"Motty, hiccup~ See the pickles on the table? Turn them over and take a look."