Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

After half an hour.

In the office with an oval table in the center, Dark Mo sat in a chair that was far too large for his size.

Sitting in the main seat, listening to the incessant chatter of those guys behind him, he felt no joy whatsoever.

A guy he considered a formidable foe fell down inexplicably before the real contest even began, and he gained the power he had always dreamed of, yet he couldn't even get started.

boring...

So boring...

Rick, the hairstylist for Dark Little Mo, walked in at that moment. He handed a small mirror to the man and then began to 'carve' patterns on the almost perfect hairstyle.

When Rick, the owner of the "Pure Innocent Wafers" shop, walked into the meeting room, carrying his "Second Generation Pure Innocent Wafers," he arrogantly sat down, and then...

Is everyone here?

"President Moti, or rather, the second-generation President Moti, we don't care what you think, and we can't be bothered with your promises to those people."

"We had already firmly controlled everything before this city of Rui was even established. Now we are even stronger, so..."

Dark Mo, who was concerned about C167 Morty, was too lazy to listen to this guy's rambling. He reached out and interrupted him, going directly to ask who supported him and who opposed him.

it is good!

Those who support this, please just go to hell!

Several Ricks, dressed in matching long white uniforms, walked into the meeting room with blank expressions. They drew their guns and killed the Rick executives who had raised their hands.

As it turns out, killing an ordinary person is no different from killing Rick.

The problem can be solved by using a single bullet at the right time.

"Throw them all out... I've killed enough people these past few days. I've completely lost interest in killing."

He got up and walked to the liquor cabinet on his left, took out a glass, poured some liquor into it, and glanced at Rick and his men who had just regarded him as a puppet to be manipulated at will.

He gave a cold laugh.

These members of the Ruicheng Syndicate, so greedy they've lost all reason...

Originally, C137's Phoenix Project could have given them some hope of survival, but in order to make money, they kicked out the Phoenix Project in Ruicheng, which C137 had provided for free (without caring about making money).

They launched the Nirvana Plan, a project with exorbitant fees, requiring laborers like Rick to pay huge sums of Rick City coins to access.

This directly caused them to lose the support of most Ricks, especially the Rick City Strike Force and the Rick City Police Department, the two most dangerous departments.

This provides him with an excellent operating space.

As for C167 Morty... the Ricks he threw into the recycling center were all die-hard C137 Ricks. These guys, who usually wanted to keep their distance from other Ricks, were incredibly easy to catch and replace.

Since the real C137 die-hards are under control, the fake C137 die-hards who end up by C137 Morty's side will naturally not help him win the election; they will only cause him trouble.

But C167 Morty did catch himself off guard by throwing all two thousand Ricks into the recycling center.

They were afraid of forcing him to become divine.

They had no choice but to slow down their offensive.

"But fate... is indeed on my side..."

Standing in front of the huge arched floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Ruicheng which was under reconstruction, Dark Mo gently swirled his wine glass with his right hand. As the wine swirled, he silently looked in the direction of Ruicheng Hospital.

My last problem...

We should inform P850 and tell him...

boom! ! !

A blood-soaked figure stood alone at the main entrance of the conference hall, just like his unchanging fate...

"You seem quite surprised that I didn't die?"

Chapter 569 A Terrible Jerry

"Look at what you're saying! I only saw you were covered in blood... so the matter wasn't accomplished?"

The visitor truly surprised Dark Mo, because he shouldn't have been here, yet he still came, which meant that Grandpa wasn't dead.

And this guy not only didn't die, but actually managed to injure Henry so badly...

This is going to be a problem.

How did he escape?

"Then you're wrong. I have no idea whether he escaped or not. I almost lost my life halfway through my mission."

The newcomer glanced at the Rick corpses being slowly dragged away, then found a chair and sat down.

Not all of Rick's high-ranking members present were killed by Dark Mordred.

So when they saw Jerry, he just walked in as if he were at home, and sat down in complete ease. The few surviving Ricks didn't say anything, but just stared at the blood-covered Jerry.

"These guys saw my face, can I kill them?"

Selectively killing Rick's Dark Morty followers, he turned around helplessly. "Henry, you think just because you have a name you look different from those Jerrys? Don't be nosy, they're progressive forces. Tell me first how Grandpa escaped... what exactly happened to you..."

"Yeah... what happened... who the hell thought to hire Jerry? He almost killed me!"

"What do you mean?" Dark Mo narrowed his eyes; the information contained in the other party's short sentence was worth pondering.

As a military contractor, Henry was naturally not the one who did the work himself that time; he always recruited skilled workers from the mercenary market or by spending money on short notice.

This time, however, something truly outrageous happened.

Replacing Jerry with something that would harm Grandpa behind his back was part of his little plan.

So he went to Jerry's daycare center, intending to hire a Jerry who was barely reliable. But when he got there and got the list, he found that most of the Jerrys had been taken away by Rick and his friends in the past month.

The number is over a thousand!

As a fellow Jerry, Henry was naturally curious about where all these people had gone.

However, hiring people is still the most important thing.

Let's find a reliable Jerry first!

So Henry entered Jerry's boarding school, beginning the brief nightmare he was about to face.

In that special area where everything was treated with rubber and padding.

Can you skip straight to the important points?

Hearing that this guy was really going to tell a complete story, Dark Mo, who was in a bad mood because of Morty's sudden coma, asked him directly if he could stop wasting time.

Do you know that I just almost wiped out the entire group of leaders and shareholders of the Ruicheng Syndicate?

Now I have to take over both Ruicheng and Ruicheng Syndicate. Do you think I have the patience to wait for your groundwork?

You seem really impatient today.

"Alright! I'll skip straight to the important part!"

"I hired Jerry, and this guy can fight even better than Rick. I ran for my life, and then... that was it!"

Dark Little Mo: "I asked you to simplify it, not to simplify it like this..."

A casual remark from someone made Henry lose his temper, clearly indicating that the long time he had spent escaping from Jerry's Daycare was not enough to calm him down.

"Fuck! Simplify? Do you even know what kind of monster that bastard is?!"

"That's a mockery of all Jerrys!"

"Crazy...crazy! Absolutely insane! My escape was pure luck! You know there are different kinds of luck! There's ordinary luck! And then there's luck that's legendary..."

Seeing Henry getting more and more agitated, Dark Mo's face gradually darkened, but it was clear to everyone that he wasn't dissatisfied with Henry.

The more exaggerated Henry's reaction was, the more it showed that what he was facing was...extremely terrifying!

We finally waited for Henry to finish speaking.

Just as Dark Mo was about to say something, this guy got up and walked outside.

"Where are you going?"

"Go home!! Don't let anyone come looking for me! Otherwise, I'll kill myself in front of him!!!"

"Has another side of his personality... come back?"

Watching Henry, who was becoming more and more like a middle-aged loser, and Dark Mo, who had lost a great help, he rubbed his temples in distress.

A wave of waves has risen again.

C167 Morty, whose fate is unknown, is still lying in the hospital. He also has two important organizations to integrate. Henry seems to have been terrified and has returned to his middle-aged loser state.

This is so hard for me...

However, this is not the first time Dark Mo has faced such difficulties.

He took a deep breath and regained his fighting spirit in less than two seconds.

Another figure appeared at the main entrance of the conference hall...

This time, Dark Mo took a step back, because the person who came was none other than his grandfather, who was covered in blood and holding a half-full wine bottle. He took a sip first before walking into the house.

Glug...glug...

Alcohol immediately seeped from the wounds on his abdomen and waist, indicating that despite having at least one penetrating wound in his stomach, he ignored his physical condition and continued drinking.

He met his grandfather's eyes, which were now filled with bloodshot veins.

This forced Dark Mo to force a smile.

Then, he told everything very honestly.

"C167 Morty is in the hospital right now! I admit I wanted to hire someone to kill you! But the guy I sent out almost got killed by Jerry before he even got started!"

"Heh... Good! Since it wasn't you, then I've finally caught them!"

Even under these circumstances, Grandpa did not stop. He finished the last drop of wine in the bottle, threw it on the ground, and walked with trembling legs to Dark Mo.

He glanced down from his vantage point.

Grandpa stretched out his hand, which was covered in scabs. The dark red patches with white streaks began to fall off piece by piece as they rubbed against Little Mo's dark face and hair.

His hair, which had just been professionally trimmed by the barber, and his expensive custom-made suit were smeared with a glaring red.