Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

For those of equal or weaker strength who want to get those stronger to obey, negotiation, promises, and allocation become paramount.

So even though these Ricks are all members of the Free Ricks organization outside of Rick City, it is obviously not an easy task to get them to agree to settle down in Rick City and form an organization.

"Everyone, I know you have many concerns, but aren't we here today to resolve this issue?"

Upon hearing this, Rick, the cowboy sitting to his left wearing a cowboy hat, biting a toothpick and exhaling breath full of tequila, asked Skinny Rick in a muffled voice.

"Hiccup~ So this is why we're having a meeting in the basement of Ruicheng? If we can't reach an agreement, we'll just report us so the Ruicheng commando team can kill us?"

Rick's words caused everyone to burst into laughter. They weren't afraid of the Rick City Strike Team. After all, no one who could be so reckless outside and still survive to this day was a weakling.

However, the location of the meeting with Slim Rick does raise suspicions that he might be a spy for Ruicheng, deliberately bringing them there to facilitate their arrest.

So they brought quite a lot of weapons and bombs with them.

Each person carried at least one bomb under their clothes, enough to destroy a tenth of Ruicheng, to ensure they wouldn't be killed on their way to the conference and then unable to take revenge.

"Despite such concerns, you still came, Cowboy Rick. Doesn't that just prove that Rick City is very attractive to everyone here?"

"Over the years, Ruicheng has failed to fulfill its responsibilities and has been shirking its obligations."

"The Galactic Empire's strangulation of us has never ceased for a single day."

"Just like the war of the gods back then, this great empire with over a thousand years of history is slowly beginning to invest its resources in us, all so that Rick will never exist again in this world."

"So, we sit here today not just for our own selfish desires, but also on behalf of Ricks who yearn for freedom! So... how will we carry out this passionate and bloody rebellion?"

Rick's words made the other Ricks nod in great satisfaction.

Because there is an eternal truth in this world: in certain games, when telling everyone, never say that it's just personal desire; always say that it's everyone's desire.

How could our plan to occupy Ruicheng be for our own benefit?

It's clearly Ruicheng's incredibly weak response over the years that has made Rick feel like a rat in the street, having to avoid those disgusting fly-like people!

Jesus! Is this still Rick?!

"After all this empty talk, are we going to wait a hundred years before we start substantive negotiations?" Wolf-Headed Rick, sitting to Slim Rick's right, stared coldly at Slim Rick.

As an outcast, Rick is filled with envy and jealousy towards those Ricks in their normal form. So he both hates those Ricks who look normal, and in his heart, he can't help but want to outdo them with his clothes.

He was the only person in the entire room dressed in a suit and tie.

Therefore, he had a very bad attitude towards Slim Rick because he felt that this guy was just pretending to be strong, but in reality, he was just a big talker.

“Jesus! Wasn’t I just laying the groundwork first? Besides, do you think this kind of thing is so easy to resolve?”

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat, our target is President Ruicheng—the steady Moty, or should I call him Dark Moty?"

"Judging from the series of scandals surrounding the Ruicheng election, this young Moty is no ordinary Moty, nor is he just some lucky guy."

"This is a statistical chart that I copied from the Ruicheng Management Office."

Slim Rick threw a disc with a built-in holographic projection towards the center of the table. When it landed, a very detailed statistical chart appeared before everyone's eyes.

In this city, it is not an easy task to count the population, because Ricks are always coming and going, so the people who were hit by Ricks only counted all the permanent Ricks and Mortys.

The red bar that ranks second in the bar chart represents the number of people currently subservient to Dark Mo. Among them, dark red and light red have divided the group into two factions.

"As you can see, there is an almost unbelievable obedience in the lighter red part of Rick, and I'm certain that the one in there is the clone Rick."

"You all understand how much this cloned Rick tramples on our self-esteem, given your pursuit of Rick's uniqueness, right?"

"He actually wants to use cloned Ricks to replace the one-of-a-kind Ricks, one after another!"

When Rick the Thin said this, whether they were Rick the Free Spirit who came to Ruicheng for a free shopping trip or Rick the Free Spirit who really wanted to control Ruicheng, they were all furious.

Rick's uniqueness, like an incisive tumor, is one with all Ricks.

And Dark Mo's actions...

"Fuck! He's dead!"

"I don't care how the negotiations go, I'm going to kill this piece of shit who dared to trample on Rick's dignity!!!"

Chapter 608 Are you a fake?

"So, you, who were hunted down like this, came to my universe and were locked in an iron cage, just to tell me that you had already planted a spy at the negotiating table back then, and yet you were still hunted down like this???"

"You drank 800 jin of fake alcohol?"

"You're a fake, aren't you? Are you a suicide bomber? Are you planning a suicide attack? Or should I kill you first?"

After hearing the first half of the story, Grandpa developed deep doubts about the dark little Mo in front of him, because enemies who only shouted slogans were basically a bunch of weaklings.

Fortunately, I managed to put him in this iron cage.

Next, whether he intends to perform some blood-splattering art or explosive mechanics in front of him, it won't harm him in the slightest.

Building a faction and coordinating multiple departments within it to work toward a single goal is by no means an easy task.

Even if you, Dark Little Mo, are really careless and mess things up, don't you have any backup plans like A, B, C, D, E, F, G?

This is unlike your 'normal' level!

Dark Mo, who had been talking on and off for most of the day, slowly sat up from the ground, took several deep breaths, and steadied the natural reactions of his body.

Then I'll continue the story.

As he listened to the group's negotiation, Grandpa's brows gradually furrowed.

...

After everyone calmed down.

Clearly, having prepared for this moment for a long time, Skinny began to seize all the initiative without anyone noticing.

This method involves assigning tasks and resolving conflicts among everyone.

In an organization, whoever can assign tasks to others and whoever can make others obey their orders is the true person in power.

These free-spirited Ricks were all unruly individuals, and many of them harbored grudges against each other, so Skinny Rick's approach to dealing with them was quite simple.

Those who are compatible should act together.

Those with strong abilities will take on the mission alone.

This is how it was allocated.

Everyone received their tasks, but the real trouble was just beginning.

“Jesus! Why did you send me to raid the Ruicheng Commando? Although I am indeed very strong and have seven or eight Ricks under my command, it is simply impossible for just a few of us to take over the Ruicheng Commando headquarters!”

Rick the wolf complained, which earned him a mocking laugh from Rick the ponytail to his right. The two only exchanged a few words before they started slamming their fists on the table and getting up, ready to fight on the spot.

Skinny Rick knew this would happen. He wouldn't be like that simpleton who shot those two and then got ganged up on by this group of free-spirited Ricks.

He calmly said, "Rick the Wolf, if I give you some Rick as an aid, can you take down the Rick City Commando?"

"Some? Not enough! I need a lot of Rick!" Wolf-headed Rick's tone was very aggressive; he was...

...

"Jesus! Are you really going to tell me everything without missing a single word? And while you're so badly injured?"

The dark little thing was described in such detail that Grandpa couldn't bear to listen anymore.

Anyway, the idea of ​​dark matter travel was already hopeless with the departure of Hastur and Bat Rick, and Morty himself currently doesn't have the ability to travel through dark matter.

I'll just listen to what kind of person they are, and see how they can take down Dark Little Mo.

This thing is really detailed!

Patience, my friend.

"Who the hell is your friend?"

"Geez! Aren't we both rivals and friends?!"

"Jesus! Our relationship has been nothing but killing each other from beginning to end!"

The two exchanged a glance across the iron cage, and Dark Mo skipped over the five-hour segment about how Skinny Rick managed to unite a group of free Ricks who had never worked together before.

Anyway, he's figured it out now.

Like most Ricks, Grandpa looked down on the organization and never took the concept of "Organization Level" seriously. He was naturally averse to such things.

Like most Hollywood movies.

Official figures can never be relied upon; the one who saves the world must be a lone hero, a character rooted in pure American culture.

Therefore, there is a reason why Ruicheng has been hiding from the Galactic Empire since its establishment.

Because the Ruicheng Syndicate is only concerned with making more money, the Ruicheng Commando, although seemingly active everywhere, is actually just a swarm of mosquitoes swarming around flies, occasionally taking a bite. The lower levels of Ruicheng have completely forgotten their special status as Rick, turning a group of highly intelligent and creative old men into a group of assembly line workers.

What can this group of people possibly accomplish?

They could have simply built a bunch of robots to get rid of the lowest level of production and put human resources into more useful areas, but instead they've ended up like this.

Dark Mo knew this, so the way he seized Ruicheng was almost no different from the traditional way of seizing power.

First, they placed their own people in Ruicheng.

Secondly, they began to purge the important figures and resistance forces in Ruicheng.

Ultimately, he seized Ruicheng and openly and secretly murdered those who disobeyed him.

But Skinny Rick is different. This guy, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, is actually trying to awaken every Rick and make them realize that they are unique.

Then?

Then it will be their turn to pay the price for the harm they caused to everyone in Ruicheng.

Once those awakened Ricks unite under one banner, they could overwhelm him, his grandfather, and C137 with sheer numbers.

"So now I finally understand how Skinny Rick killed your clone Ricks and ousted you from that position."

"Alright, have a good time in that iron cage!"

After listening to Dark Mo finish his last story, Grandpa waved his hand, signaling that the guy should stay in his cage, as he had important business to attend to.

As the gate to the underground base slowly closed, Dark Mo took out a rapid healing needle and injected himself with it, quickly recovering from his severe injuries.

He threw the syringe at the bars of the iron cage.

Nourishing~