Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Anyway, this isn't the first time we've fallen out.

If they were a married couple, they would basically be the type to argue in bed and make up before they get out of bed.

In short... just ignore it!

When the two entered the house, they saw Jerry sitting on the sofa like a big shot, his smugness practically overflowing from a basin, and his mouth was practically crooked from grinning!

"Sigh, things at home are getting more and more out of control... I think Jerry's style has gone down a certain path from which there's no turning back."

"Since you two stopped going to school, has there ever been a normal day? I went back to my room first, and it's been so long since I came back."

Unable to bear Jerry's smug face any longer, Sammy and Beth went back to their respective rooms.

Jerry, sitting on the sofa, was changing channels with the remote while eating a sandwich. His recent dominance in the multiverse stock market had proven his irreplaceable status at home!

Not convinced?

If you're so capable, why don't you become a mobile stock market crash yourself!

Jerry, who was in a great mood, started to smile and gradually his smile froze when he switched to the Galactic Empire program.

"They mysteriously appeared in the city of Rui near Hermuel, triggered a massive war-level conflict, and then mysteriously disappeared again!"

"After several days of intense cleanup operations, at the cost of nearly four thousand space warships and over one hundred thousand ground troops, we successfully killed nearly three thousand Ricks!"

"An unprecedented and monumental victory in the history of the Galactic Empire's anti-Rick campaign! Three thousand Ricks have been killed!!"

"However, the highest-level imperial prison near Hermuel also saw a large number of prisoners successfully escape during this sudden war."

"The following is a wanted list: Kunhardin, leader of the Makkabaka alien raiding group; Kekema; ​​Jerry Smith."

Jerry: "..."

Upon hearing his name and seeing the wanted poster on television, the first thought that came to mind was not that the other party had made a mistake, but that a certain man had not only escaped, but was also heading straight for him.

Last time, Quinn's mischief led to C167 Jerry attempting to assassinate the Galactic Empire's Führer in order to go to the underworld with Morty. Afterwards, when he watched TV, he also saw the whole story of how C167 Jerry was captured.

Although afterwards, he stood by the broken French windows, striking the pose of a tough, fatherly figure from a movie who had been hiding his strength for years and was about to unleash it when his child was hurt, shouting that he wanted to settle things with the other party.

But the other party had already been arrested and imprisoned.

I can't just deliberately do something that would land me in the highest level prison in the Galactic Empire, then bribe the guards, just so I can spit on them through an iron gate, can I?

Now, this guy has actually escaped from prison?

Well... this time! Let's settle this once and for all!

Jerry, his eyes blazing with fury, turned to look to his left rear, where a pile of metal barbells that had just arrived that day sat in the corner.

Following the last time, when using Mr. Mission Accomplishment almost caused a world war.

Now that Jerry can solve problems online, he resolutely refuses to use the "Mission Accomplished" method anymore. Yesterday, thinking about Jerry C167, he specially ordered these barbells!

I had originally planned to get motivated and work out with weights next month.

I never expected to be able to use it so soon!

I put down the half-eaten but still tempting ham and egg sandwich in my hand.

I stood up and strode over to the barbell.

Rub your hands together vigorously to increase roughness, but! Don't rush to lift the barbell! You have to make sure you have the right momentum!

First, he slammed his right hand into his chest, roared to the sky, and then slammed his other hand into his chest...

"Cough cough! You used too much force!"

Although there may be some minor setbacks in the early stages of weightlifting to boost morale, it's just like the classic weightlifting tutorial before the battle in the movie "The Unmasked Man vs. The Glasses-Wearing Man".

Although he will soon be facing C167 Jerry, a top-tier fighter who has earned his reputation through countless battles in other worlds.

But the variant of 'I'm rich' is 'I am a mobile, self-propelled stock market crash' + 'If you try to kill me, you will be the one who dies.'

When both buffs are active.

Having already projected himself into the image of a "middle-aged bankrupt and overweight Batman," Jerry's purpose in lifting weights, besides giving himself a sense of being in an epic final battle, is also to make himself look as stylish as possible when standing in front of C167, rather than sporting the beer belly typical of middle-aged men.

Especially that bastard C167 Jerry, not only is he covered in muscles that appeal to both men and women, but what's even more infuriating is that this bastard dresses like a pirate!

Let's stick to Disney's universally appealing style, like "Pirates of the Caribbean"!

fuck!!

C167 Jerry is a traitor among Jerrys!!!

Why does he have to work out to be in such great shape?!

Jerry, whose physique was a source of intense competition due to the difference between himself and his opponent, glanced at the 20KG barbell and then picked up the two 3KG dumbbells at the bottom to start training.

Sangmei, who wanted to drink a beverage and play on her phone in her bedroom, went downstairs to the kitchen. As she passed by the dining area, she saw Jerry lifting weights.

She paused for a few seconds, then walked up to him and said, "Jerry, believe me, even if you train yourself to the peak condition of Schwarzenegger when he played the Terminator series, in the second marriage market, apart from being a one-time sex machine, no woman would be willing to keep paying for the house herself. How many people are there in Colorado?"

Jerry: "..."

Chapter 528 When it comes to shifting blame, even a hundred thousand grandfathers combined couldn't match your skill.

ding dong~

Just as Jerry was about to explain that he was lifting weights so that at least his belly wouldn't look so big when he came to C167 Jerry, he was about to arrive.

The doorbell ringing at his front door made his face turn deathly pale. He'd only just started lifting weights, and that bastard was already here?!

I glanced at the green polo shirt I always wore.

In order to at least in one aspect of appearance, it can outshine the C167 Jerry.

Jerry... He turned up the collar of his polo shirt like a warrior on the battlefield who, when his side was about to be defeated, raised the flag with one hand and desperately shouted for the others to resist!

A stand-up collar instantly boosts your presence by 80%!

They brought out their fighting spirit.

As Jerry walked towards a spot three meters from his front door, he called to Sangmei to go open the door for him.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Jerry, with his hands behind his back and his large belly resembling that of a department-level official, tried to cosplay as a kung fu master from a movie across the ocean, but ended up looking like a middle-aged unemployed man.

Sangmei cursed under her breath, but still went to open the door.

It wasn't that she started listening to Jerry; rather, if she didn't open the door herself, a certain man, clearly out of his mind, was determined to strike that pose until the door was smashed down by the people outside.

In order not to disturb her while she was playing on her phone in the bedroom, Sang Mei had no choice but to go up and open the door.

The door was pulled inward.

A muscular man, 1.82 meters tall and weighing nearly 300 kilograms, with no hair on his head, two heads, wearing a black multi-material composite armor, stood outside the door holding a single-edged machete.

"fuck?"

Sang Mei cursed out in confusion.

The next second, the gaze of the muscular alien man at the door fell on Jerry's face.

"Jerry Smith?"

"Um...you were sent by C167 Jerry?"

"What? C167 Jerry? Why are there letters and numbers before Jerry's name... Is this a serial number?"

The muscular man, who was clearly about to make a move, paused for a moment, his face contorted with rage. It was obvious he didn't quite understand the difference between Jerry and Jerry.

Are there other Jerrys in this world?

After thinking for half a minute, the muscular man didn't ask Jerry, but instead asked Sangmei in front of him if there was any difference between Jerry and Jerry.

You know about the multiverse, right?

"I know, I came from another universe, and I'm here to kill Jerry Smith."

“Emmmmmm…” Upon hearing this, Sangmei couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Jerry. She thought to herself that her Jerry had been staying at home for several days, and all he did all day was smile and eat and watch TV. He didn’t seem to have gone out to do anything.

In addition, Morty and Grandpa are both angry with each other, and neither of the two top fighters in the family has time to spare.

So Sangmei patiently listened to the other party's tearful accusation, which lasted for 100,000 words.

Then she realized that Jerry was definitely involved...

"The planet where our civilization resides was once a world full of vitality and hope. For thousands of years, we have cultivated the fields, using our own hands to gradually transform this wild planet into a beautiful home suitable for our habitation."

"Until one day, a natural disaster that lasted for decades plunged us, a nation of 300 million people, into an unprecedented dark age."

"With the revival of ancient civilizations, the rainwater from the sky has become sour and foul, sea creatures are dying in droves, children are born deformed, and our people are in imminent danger."

"But when only a few thousand people remained, this unfinished disaster came to an abrupt end."

"The sour, foul rainwater has become sweet and palatable; the ancient civilization's enemies, who perished en masse, left us a wealth of high-tech products; and our children are no longer deformed. But this is something that cannot be undone. As you can see, I now have two heads, whereas we once only had one."

"In order to find out the truth, generation after generation of us worked together to finally enter space, make contact with extraterrestrial civilizations, and after more than a hundred years of bloody battles, our civilization finally gained a foothold in the galaxy and conquered hundreds of habitable planets."

"But the long years have not made us forget our mission!"

"After encountering the multiverse stock market, we realized that civilizations in their primitive forms were merely tools for extraterrestrials to make money."

"Technological explosion, genetic mutation, natural disasters, internal power struggles, the laughter and tears of countless people, and all the emotions and stories, are nothing more than a string of numbers on a screen."

"Therefore, we need to find the person who started this whole thing!"

"Jerry Smith!!!"

Although Sangmei was deeply moved by the two-headed alien's "never forget your original aspirations" speech, strictly speaking, even if she had sold Jerry out on the spot...

This two-headed alien can't kill Jerry either, and might even cause their civilization to suffer more unnecessary torment.

Those who died back then truly owe a blood debt.

But...

"I know who this Jerry you're talking about is!"

A loser who had lived to this age and finally figured out how to use the "shifting blame" tactic stepped forward and put his hand on this guy's shoulder.

Then they sold all the C167 Jerrys.

That's right! It's him! Jerry, a man with blood on his hands who has committed countless evil deeds!!!