Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Hawkeye, who knew where Sangmi had gone, looked somewhat troubled, because he didn't know how to tell Morty about it...

"Say!"

"She left with Tony..."

"What?" Morty's expression was priceless when he heard that Sangmi had left with Tony.

My own imagination was running wild; Sangmei might have been kidnapped and used as leverage against me...

But she left with that playboy Tony...

Should I say that Tony's taste has plummeted to the point of being so desperate after the Battle of New York?

Or is it that her sister's flirting skills are so high that she can hook up with a playboy like Tony?

Outrageous!

That's outrageous!

Morty took out his phone, looked at the screen, and wondered whether he should make a call, send a text message, or just not ask at all.

The first option would be quite awkward if it disrupted the couple's happy time.

The second option, while not disturbing Sangmi and Tony, also indicates that she already knows about their disappearance.

When we meet...

The third option seems to be the best choice: pretend nothing happened, ignore it, and go about your business as usual when you meet the next day.

After much hesitation, Morty still asked Hawkeye to check with S.H.I.E.L.D. to see if Sammy was with Tony. He only needed to know this one detail, and he shouldn't tell him anything else about what they were doing.

He still wants to have some fun tonight.

"Okay, I'll ask..."

Hawkeye took out his phone and sent a message to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence department. The agents there, who were monitoring various targets day and night, fell into deep thought upon seeing the message from Hawkeye, a senior agent.

Our SHIELD Intelligence Department, one of the most important departments in the intelligence organization, is at the very least responsible for monitoring ordinary humans like Kingpin who possess peak combat capabilities.

When did you fall so low that you had to eavesdrop on other people's conversations?

Do you know how many superheroes will come after us if this gets out after we start this today?

Everyone already knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. was monitoring them.

Thinking that he was a decent person, people didn't care about the surveillance. On the contrary, the surveillance could provide crucial and powerful evidence to prove his innocence when criminals maliciously sued him.

Now it's all right...

You even overheard Iron Man's conversation.

Does that mean that we small fry who don't play with technology or play with low-end things are being monitored even when we go to the toilet?

This is definitely not going to work!

So the intelligence department told Hawkeye all their concerns and worries.

Hawkeye silently read the email and then showed its contents to Morty.

"Um... never mind! Pretend I didn't say anything today!"

Chapter 219 Going to the Company

The night is deep, the wine is flowing freely, and even the most energetic music eventually stops.

After three hours of clubbing, Morty looked at the supermodels who were exhausted and collapsed on the sofa. He exchanged a helpless glance with Tzeentch on the other side.

They are both considered demigods, so their physical strength and energy have surpassed those of ordinary people.

Just three hours was enough to exhaust these people beyond belief.

And this is just clubbing and drinking!

"Hey, Tzeentch, are you having fun?"

Tzeentch nodded unhurriedly. She stood up, walked to the disco, sat down next to Morty, and took a cigarette from his pack and lit it for herself.

As the two were chatting idly, a middle-aged man peeked in.

Having never appeared in any Marvel movie, he was simply an ordinary person with an unusual identity. As soon as he entered the door, he was spotted by Hawkeye.

"why you?"

Once he recognized whose Hawkeye this guy was, he figured he'd better get rid of him.

Unexpectedly, this guy, who had clearly been planning this for a long time, went straight for Morty and said everything he wanted to say before Hawkeye stopped him.

"Hello, little friend, this is Superhero Asset Management Company. We offer a range of professional and legal asset enhancement services, including various posters, toys, and other merchandise, as well as advertising endorsements and even opportunities to participate in TV program recordings! The annual management and service fees are only 30%!"

Morty: "..."

Tzeentch: "..."

Morty, who had only ever taken action once since joining Marvel, and that was in Hell's Kitchen, looked at the man who had been stopped by Hawkeye and didn't know whether to praise him or criticize him.

However, their keen business acumen is truly frightening...

The three street-level superheroes I saw at the airport were clearly employees of a superhero company, or to put it more politely, partners.

Even a mask couldn't hide his handsome blond white man.

A Mexican man with curly hair, brown skin, and a slightly overweight build, but with a handsome, middle-aged charm.

Then there's a lean Asian man who looks like Bruce Lee.

Diversification to meet the needs of all types of markets is just one of the company's core competitive advantages.

After the incident, they were able to obtain information from both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hell's Kitchen, and through their connections, find out the actual situation and come to their door within 24 hours.

The other party is indeed very bold, and their methods are truly remarkable.

"Oh, I'm somewhat interested, but only somewhat. How about you give me some real insights?"

Upon hearing that Morty was interested, the man's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he gave Hawkeye a look that said, "You should let me go."

"He's dangerous; your company might not be able to tolerate him."

No business is 100% safe.

After being released, the man took out a beautifully printed brochure from his briefcase, which featured numerous handcrafted details.

This promotional brochure, intended only for superheroes, was produced at great expense by the company. They hired a bunch of experts and used almost every trick in the book, from font design to the psychological guidance in every sentence.

After all, every time a superhero is signed, the company's revenue and stock price will increase significantly.

Therefore, the company was particularly quick to agree to this one-time expense.

This gave Morty a very interesting feeling right from the start.

"Dear Superhero, I, Marger Shawburn, the founder of my company, read the story of Captain America every single day during my childhood..."

'As society enters the modern era, the number of supervillains is increasing, and superheroes are facing greater pressure. Besides the pressure of fighting powerful enemies, they also have to deal with their families, loved ones, and children in their daily lives...'

Our company is willing to do its utmost to alleviate as many of the troubles in the lives of superheroes as possible, with a 70% and 30% profit split...

After reading the brochure, Morty looked up and gazed with interest at the man in front of him, whose face held both hope and extreme anxiety.

If he had previously been somewhat interested in joining the company as a hobby, then...

After reading the brochure, he basically lost interest.

He simply couldn't accept the several clauses explicitly stated in the document.

First, whenever you are acting as a vigilante, you must be aware of whether there are at least two cameras around you to ensure that your actions are fully recorded.

Besides avoiding legal disputes, it's also to create weekly highlight reels.

Morty supports avoiding legal disputes, but he has a strong aversion to highlight reels because this content turns the fight against crime into an entire industry.

The specific operating model is simply to release a highlight reel every week, then collect likes and tips, and then make a profit from it.

But the question is, what exactly constitutes "wonderful"?

Is it considered "wonderful" to see a criminal committing a crime, immediately rush up, slap the criminal to the ground, or grab the criminal's hand to stop the crime?

Still standing on a 20-meter-high rooftop, cosplaying as Batman, and striking a signature landing pose.

Then rush up, hook your leg, and firmly hook it around the person's neck, making it even more exciting to play the human fire wheel game?

Or perhaps, a flurry of dazzling, Ip Man-style, rapid strikes, accompanied by a variety of meaningless, merely motivating shouts, would be even more spectacular?

Or... he's just a thief who steals wallets, but he insists on dealing with people like an elite henchman from Hell's Kitchen?

Even though he knew the other person would surrender after the first punch, he still kept beating them for the sake of the show.

Until those 'good people' cheer for the suffering of 'those who commit crimes'?

Morty isn't some saint; he simply believes that evil has its degrees, but good has no limits...

A person should be punished according to the crime they commit. This is the meaning of the law. In the legal vacuum, these vigilante superheroes only have the power to stop crime, but are not qualified to judge and punish those who commit evil!

This is the identity a superhero should have, and one that must never be overstepped!

Furthermore, there's no bottom line to kindness...

What is goodness?

Grandpa was in a state of extreme benevolence, believing that the world should become a brave new world, so he forced everyone to be kind.

Can this be called good?

Kindness is about restraining your own desires and then providing others with the help they truly need.

That's what true kindness is.

If you go too far in being kind, it becomes "all of this is for your own good"...

"So... what's your second reason for refusing?" Tzeentch, who had been silent until now, asked the second question while Morty was deep in thought.

"The subconscious mind that has awakened its self-awareness is really annoying..."

Chapter 220 The Joy of Crushing Others

Although Tzeentch is a bit annoying because he knows what he's thinking and has his own consciousness.