Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

But Morty, seeing the middle-aged man in front of him who had become wary, and Hawkeye who looked thoughtful, explained his second reason for refusing.

Besides the staged camera work, what Morty found even more unacceptable was the recording of the show.

Morty can actually accept endorsements and advertisements because this way of making money means superheroes don't need to interact with the public.

They can make a living through advertising fees, which is actually a legitimate way to earn money by using their fame.

Instead of deliberately harming criminals in the name of creating a spectacular highlight reel.

Well, when accepting advertisements, you still need to consider product quality...

But...but recording a program?

You're fucking kidding me!

American programs, unlike those on the other side of the ocean with their serious atmosphere and friendly demeanor, are different.

Those TV station staff who are willing to have no bottom line for the sake of program effects and breaking news, and who will 'dig' for news from every angle, will not hold back their words.

Unless you're a superhero with both high emotional intelligence and excellent eloquence, don't expect to get a single kind word out of them.

It's very possible that if you have a meltdown and say something you shouldn't have, or even get physical, the next day's headlines will basically be full of 4K ultra-high-definition photos of you losing your temper during the recording of the show last night.

Therefore, this event was arranged with absolutely no good intentions.

In particular, this TV appearance activity requires you to go on four times a year, which means every three months you have to go to a certain TV station and be relentlessly criticized by those foul-mouthed guys.

What kind of company would be so unprotective of the image of a 'partner'?

Of course, it's a company that exploits people like crazy!

The company's actions were so secretive that outsiders couldn't detect them at all and thought the host was just nitpicking.

The superheroes, besides trying to find a way to cope, have almost no other options.

As someone representing the side of justice, you can't just start a fight with someone just because they asked a few presumptuous questions, can you?

Must we not retaliate verbally?

The problem is, how can these people, who don't even have a college diploma, fight back...?

That's right. After a quick calculation, Morty realized that this lousy company definitely couldn't recruit a rich and handsome guy like Tony Stark.

It's definitely targeting those poor kids from slums, so that the audience and customers can relate to them. They're basically uneducated and rely on mutations, martial arts skills, and a strong sense of justice to become superheroes.

"You...you're really only fourteen years old?"

"How can he be so smart?"

After listening to Morty's explanation, the middle-aged man looked at him in astonishment, as if he couldn't understand why the other party could uncover all the hidden traps so quickly.

Morty: "Am I that smart...?"

My first thought was that the other person was being sarcastic, but then I saw their respectful expression, and it didn't seem like the sarcastic Morty I knew.

He considered a possibility.

I've been suppressed by my grandfather for too long!

So long that I've come to believe everyone I meet is intelligent, so long that I believe anything I don't consider from both sides and carefully check for omissions...

In short! I've been getting beaten up by my grandpa for so long.

Now that he's been released, Morty can finally experience what it means to crush others!

This feeling is so amazing!

"Ha! Not bad! It's just that I've been tricked too many times, so I've developed a resistance to it." He said these words with a hint of bitterness, yet also with a sense of triumph.

Morty's intelligence made the man realize that he shouldn't linger, so he turned around and ran towards the disco.

After watching the man leave, Hawkeye withdrew his gaze and asked in a somewhat expectant tone, "Interested in doing a good deed?"

"No, I don't care about those guys. Since they're adults, they should know what it means to accept the consequences of a bet. Besides, this company has been quite ethical; they haven't driven those people to the brink."

Morty had reason to say that.

Because he's a superhero!

For someone like that, if your small, struggling company wants to make money off him, and there's an agreement between you two, that's fine. But if you do something unethical behind his back...

Congratulations, now the superheroes can take action against you.

Even if most of them really only know how to throw punches...

But people like them really stick to this rigid principle.

If you do something bad, then you're a bad person, which means I can hit you.

This simple and straightforward logic is the best way to break down all the fancy and so-called high-end techniques!

"Actually, we've been following this superhero company for a long time, but many high-risk things have been prioritized over it, so we haven't spent much time addressing this issue."

"Now that you've figured out there's a trap in this company, are you interested in playing a little game with us?"

Morty: "Hawkeye, you need to work on your sales pitch..."

Hawkeye: "Am I selling something? I'm upholding justice!"

Morty: "Everyone who claims to uphold justice ends up playing the role of 'Heaven Shall Rise'..."

Although Hawkeye's marketing was indeed terrible, Morty still wanted to give it a try.

First of all, Jerry's problem will take a long time to resolve, waiting for the Ancient One to come up with a solution, since she demonstrated amazing power in dealing with Doctor Strange.

Secondly, without Grandpa's supervision around, it's quite enjoyable for short periods, but after a while...

If you don't use your brain often, it will break down!

People need to use their brains frequently to become smarter.

So let's assume this incident wasn't a violent activity, but rather that Morty, who was playing a puzzle game, expressed his willingness to join. However, strictly speaking, does this count as an official action?

If those two manage to pull off something big...

Without authorization from S.H.I.E.L.D., they couldn't even find a scapegoat.

This is going to be a problem.

"Hey! Don't worry! With your skills and intelligence, what big trouble could you possibly have dealing with a company like this?"

At this moment, Hawkeye, who was not professional at all, casually set a flag that made Morty want to cover his face and cry on the spot.

Dude... you're a Marvel native, for goodness' sake...

Try to recall one of the unique local features of your Marvel universe using your toenails.

Isn't it just that big companies stir things up and end up causing big problems?

You're making these wild predictions now, I'm really worried that if we go to that superhero company, Eight Homelanders will actually jump out and beat us to a pulp...

I feel numb all over...

"You don't look well. Did you drink too much? Shall we go and rest for a bit?"

"No, you should take back what you just said."

"what?"

"Take back what you just said!!!"

Chapter 221 See You Tomorrow

In the end, Hawkeye didn't take back what he had said.

Because... even though my fighting ability is at the bottom of the Avengers, I'm still a superhero, so who would believe in such bad luck!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Looking at the confident Hawkeye, Morty swallowed back the curse that was swirling in his mouth.

Since someone is so confident, let them be...

With my own mystical level of luck...

Having made up his mind that Hawkeye would go first if there was any danger, Morty glanced at the time and realized that it was already around 2 a.m.

Morty, whose body no longer needed sleep and who only slept out of habit, and who mostly just needed to recover his energy, decisively suggested that they should do it now.

Heading to the headquarters of this superhero company now!

"Um... how about we go tomorrow?"

"What? The Avengers are pulling this stunt now? Are they going to pick an auspicious day, burn incense and pray to Buddha before they go?"

"No, it's time for me to leave work. After all, this isn't really a formal mission; it's just accompanying someone. I want to leave work early."

Morty: "..."

Seeing Hawkeye, who was really planning to go home right now, Morty felt completely numb.

What happened to the promise of fighting crime relentlessly? What happened to the promise of justice and evil vanquishing each other, forever shining like the sun in the sky?

How come coming to your place has turned into an informal task, requiring me to leave work on time?

Just because they receive salaries from S.H.I.E.L.D. and have permanent positions, does that mean they can do whatever they want?

"Let's go, let's go. Let's arrange a place and time tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, and then meet to discuss how to solve this problem."

The other person wanted to leave work, so Morty naturally couldn't keep him there any longer.

However, are you sure no one continues to monitor me to ensure I don't sneak out at night to experience the unique charm of New York—fighting evil and punishing the wicked, or becoming the bad guy and wreaking havoc in New York?

Hawkeye, who was about to leave, stopped helplessly upon hearing this. He turned around and said to Morty, "First of all, judging from the strength you've displayed—being able to summon an army without even lifting a finger—I basically have no chance of defeating you alone."

"So, whether I stay and keep an eye on you or not is actually meaningless. You can take down an entire army by yourself, and besides, you haven't shown any intention of destroying, dominating, or controlling the world from beginning to end."

"I really can't think of a problem that requires the entire Avengers to solve. How can I handle it alone?"

Morty: "What turned you from a tough guy who dared to go head-to-head with Loki into a man who just clocks in and out at work..."

When this was mentioned, a weathered smile, typical of men, appeared on Hawkeye's face. He took out his wallet and showed Morty a photo of his family of four, all smiles.

"What do you say?"

"Family, sigh... See you tomorrow, get some rest."