Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Standing still and enduring all of this, Dark Mo behaved unusually obediently, letting his grandfather's hands humiliate him.

"Tsk, you're not even resisting. Why don't you give me a push?"

"How about giving me an excuse?"

Having already seen the will to die in his grandfather's eyes, Dark Mo cursed the man in his heart.

What happened to you? You got hurt and instead of getting treatment, you had to come here. Do you want to drag someone down to hell with you? Please don't come looking for me!

You think you can provoke me, find a suitable excuse to retaliate, and get yourself beaten to death on the spot? No way!

"Tsk, as expected, politicians are willing to endure anything in the process to achieve their goals."

"But, do you know what?"

I discovered something really funny...

"So the person who destroyed the P850 universe was none other than myself, and I've been hunting myself for decades... Isn't that ridiculous?"

When Grandpa said those words, Dark Mo, whose hair stood on end, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He activated his energy shield and ran backward.

"escape!!!"

Chapter 570 Hundreds of Pizzas

"With such a timid personality, how can he possibly hold onto this position?"

Watching Dark Mo turn and run away, even escaping all the way to the outside of the conference room, Grandpa shook his head regretfully. He was just joking with him, and look how scared the child was.

Sit down in the main seat with your back to the glass window.

Grandpa glanced at Rick, who was wearing glasses and a black turtleneck sweater, to his right, and then at Rick, who had slicked-back hair and wore a black jacket, to his left.

He took the now-empty teleportation gun out of his pocket, carefully placed it on his right side with both hands, and then placed a metal bottle on his left side.

Rick, who had witnessed too much today and was almost numb, noticed his grandfather's strange behavior and already suspected that something big was about to happen.

But the two of them just couldn't get excited.

"Gentlemen, how does it feel to have survived such a close call?"

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Not quite understanding what Grandpa meant, the two cautiously asked each other why he had suddenly said that.

"Nothing much, you two are both survivors, why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Are you addicted to gossiping?"

"Believe it or not, I'll shove a whole watermelon into both of your mouths!!!"

"Get out of here!!"

After yelling at the two men to leave, Grandpa kicked the table leg in the center of the table. After some kind of information monitoring, a "Ruicheng Emergency Kit" slowly rose from the center of the table.

To be honest, if I hadn't placed this thing in the most boring place in Ruicheng, but seemingly a place that everyone had to keep—the conference hall (a place full of lies).

He didn't want to come here at all.

Acting like a mad dog about to lose its mind and kill indiscriminately is really damaging to his image in Ruicheng.

He pulled the black waterproof bag in front of him.

He took out a vial of muscle repair fluid and injected it, then stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth, along with a bottle of strong liquor that had been aged for three months.

Strong liquor combined with medicine possesses boundless power.

After swallowing a handful of pills, the wounds on my body healed rapidly thanks to the treatment of various mixed medications and the catalytic effect of alcohol accelerating blood flow.

As he recovered quickly, Grandpa noticed a tubular glass bottle containing liquid in the bag, and reached in with his right hand to take it out.

This is...my own memory?

Seeing this familiar object, Grandpa thought to himself, "This must be something I extracted from my memories using the memory extractor before..."

But Grandpa had no idea why he did it.

"So what memories did I put here?"

"Never mind... let's go check on Morty first."

"Hiss, Dark Mo has disappeared again, who knows where. This is all so chaotic..."

Faced with a chaotic mess, the grandfather, feeling extremely annoyed, went straight to Ruicheng Hospital after leaving the meeting room.

They found Morty lying in a hospital bed.

After glancing at the ridiculously high number of brainwaves and asking a few people from the campaign team, Grandpa finally figured out what was going on and sighed in exasperation.

There's really no one who intends to harm Morty.

He did it all himself...

Pizza Rick, who makes Wednesday and Friday pizzas, is already a big shot in the food industry, skilled at making all kinds of delicious food with quirky characteristics.

If Morty had simply maintained his physical form, he would have at most been covered in pizza and stinking for a whole day.

But when he insisted that he could use his spirit form to escape the pizza punishment...

Well, right now, Morty probably has hundreds of pizzas playing games with him in his head...

Grandpa borrowed some parts from the hospital and quickly put together a simplified version of the Dream Connector.

Upon entering Morty's mind, one sees Morty running wildly down a road with no end in sight, while behind him are hundreds of triangular pizzas chasing after him with their fat, hairy legs. A pair of lips painted blood red make a creepy, old man's voice.

"Motty~ come~ Morty! Don't run away!"

"Stop it, Morty! You love admiring thighs, don't you? How about my hairy leg?"

"little dildo~come to sugaer daddy~"

Morty, running wildly, vomited and yelled that these monsters should get out of his way, or he would... he would... he would... he would die!!

Run!!!

Grandpa: "..."

After watching for a few seconds, Grandpa stopped rushing to save Morty and let him continue to enjoy the joy of being chased by hundreds of large, hairy pizzas!

Hmm, just a little bit of revenge~

After using the dream searcher to reach the other side of this dream, Grandpa saw the hole that Tzeentch had asked them to patch up.

I'm back after several months.

Grandpa noticed that the hole leading to his mind had started to crack again, but it would take some time before it broke open again.

It turns out that the original product is much better than the one installed later.

"It's not time to go to the mind yet..."

Grandpa muttered something to himself, then went to find Morty, woke him up again, and looked at Morty lying on the bed with a resentful expression.

He joked, "How's it going? Hundreds of pizzas chasing after you, are you happy?"

"Happy my ass! Fuck!" Morty, like a firecracker about to explode, got out of bed and walked outside.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Take down the president of Ruicheng!"

Although Grandpa was truly moved by someone's perseverance, however...

You've already lost, lost because of a slice of pizza.

"Fuck!!!"

Before the guy could explode in anger, Grandpa used the teleportation gun to send him back to universe C167. As he walked into the portal, he didn't forget to throw some money on the hospital bed.

After all, they haven't been causing any trouble in Ruicheng lately.

After exiting the portal and returning to the garage, Grandpa saw the little guy standing in front of him with a disgruntled look on his face. He couldn't be bothered to explain why Dark Mordred had been winning from the very beginning...

However, you can go wherever you want now, but don't delay me from checking my memories.

"What memories? You extracted my memories again???"

"Get out of my way, that's my own memory."

"Huh? You actually extracted your own memories???"

Upon hearing that his grandfather had extracted his own memories, Morty immediately became interested. The matter of Ruicheng could wait, but what kind of memories would compel his grandfather to extract them...?

You'll really regret it if you don't watch this!

Noticing that Grandpa didn't want him to watch, Morty directly threatened, "Either you let me watch it with you, or our partnership will break up again!"

"We've broken up so many times already, how can you be so shameless..."

"Will you let me see it or not?"

"I'll get another helmet..."

Chapter 571 What a low-level pursuit!

Three minutes later...

Morty and his grandfather, having removed their helmets, remained silent, their faces filled with terror, for this memory was actually part of the investigation into the deaths of C137's wife and daughter.

"I'm a little skeptical of your deduction..."

"I don't believe it myself!"

"Fuck!"

"Alright, go get some rest. We're going to hunt Jerry now. I finally caught these guys!"

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to participate, then stop asking me questions now."

Realizing that some old geezer was about to play the "don't ask, you'll find out when the time comes" game again, Morty was too lazy to say anything more.