Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"You're back? What did you see up there?"

"You share a brain with me, don't you know how to access memories?"

"I haven't even gone back yet, how could I possibly know what you're thinking?"

"Pretend! Just keep pretending! We have the same brainwaves, so keep pretending!"

After spending some time in the sky, Morty quickly returned to the ground and once again righteously condemned Tzeentch for talking nonsense all the time and not doing anything of substance.

Morty pondered how he should contact his grandfather.

On this point, he had to criticize his grandfather for not being careful enough, as he hadn't even considered the possibility of us getting separated, so he hadn't prepared anything for long-distance communication in advance.

See, this time it backfired.

Ha! The prestigious P850 has made such a basic mistake!

"How can you be so sure that he really didn't consider the possibility of you two getting separated?"

Tzeentch, who had just claimed that he could no longer see Morty's memories after leaving Morty's mind, now spoke the truth about Morty's thoughts.

"If you want to solve the problem or have a solution, please just say so, instead of giving me sarcastic remarks and then not doing any work. What's the point of having you here?"

Morty felt that Tzeentch was only trying to find fault with him this time, and was not offering any real help.

I didn't want to listen to her continue blablabla about herself.

Morty then wanted to take her back into his mind.

You can't avoid causing trouble, right?

Then let's go!

"Wait! I'm just trying to help you! I'm reminding you in this way to prevent you from oversimplifying things!"

"Should I kowtow to thank you for reminding me in such a sarcastic way?" Morty said through gritted teeth.

"Kneeling down is something I can consider."

"Go to hell!!"

With Tzeentch retracted into his head and no one around, Morty calmed down.

He thought that although Jianqi's attitude had suddenly changed, there was one thing she was right about, and that was that her grandfather was a scheming boy.

Even when drinking a glass of water, one must think about the possibility that it might be poisoned with several different kinds of drugs, and how to save oneself in such an extreme situation.

For this reason alone.

Morty thought that Grandpa wouldn't be so careless.

So how exactly do I contact him...?

Am I supposed to wait for that old geezer to come knocking on my door?

No! I need to think about it first!

Sitting on a rock, he pondered for ten minutes, then lay back, too lazy to think anymore.

Let's just lie down and wait for Grandpa!

This is not something Morty should be concerned about!

The next second, a stone door, three meters away from Morty, silently slid open onto a smooth rock surface...

When Morty saw the door, he felt completely numb...

My luck has never been good; I'm always number one in everything. It's really... scary!

So it turns out my grandpa and I spent ages searching for intelligence outposts...

It's right there on this giant tortoise where I appeared...

Even more outrageous is that this giant tortoise has at least tens of millions of huge rocks on its body. I just randomly picked a rock, lay down on it, and... activated this broken mechanism?

Can't you guys have some dignity as villains?!

What a lousy door!

Lie down for a bit and then turn it on!

At the very least, you need to spend money to get one for identification, or you might as well just steal one!

If you really don't have the money to do it, I'll give you guys a handout, okay?

Don't treat this kind of thing so lightly!

It at least gave me the joy of finally uncovering a secret about a mysterious organization after going through countless hardships!

When I arrived at my doorstep, there wasn't even a guard, a combination lock, or an identity verification process.

Aren't you guys in the Shadow Group getting a little too arrogant?

With a hint of resentment at the other party for ruining his experience, Morty got up, walked to the door, and looked into the darkness ahead.

Yeah! It's pretty dark!

If you ignore the fact that you're inside a giant sea turtle, you'd already have a 50% chance of experiencing the atmosphere of a secret base belonging to a mysterious organization.

Instead of summoning Tzeentch, Morty had Khorne clear the way for him. He then used his mind to condense a ball of light and placed it behind him on his right, like a portable levitation light bulb.

Morty looked ahead, aided by the light.

The first thing you always see is the ground.

The smooth ground cut out of the black rocks was almost completely free of water and dust, indicating that the heavy rain had not affected the area and that people often stayed there.

Otherwise, the waterproofing will be poor, or dust may be visible.

That place has most likely been abandoned.

Neither of them are available now.

"I need to switch perspectives..."

Faced with a road whose danger was increasing exponentially, Morty did not act rashly. He switched his vision to black and white lines and observed the road ahead through the world of lines.

And that's when things get interesting.

Behind the smooth rock walls of this intelligence outpost, there were surprisingly no traps. What was even more surprising was that at the end of the road ahead was a staircase that required climbing up and down.

About two meters down...

It's probably a three-bedroom, one-living room apartment of about 70 square meters...

The few walls are only used to separate the toilet, bathroom, kitchen and other places. Exhaust gas and wastewater enter and exit through pipes along the walls.

"This is way too rudimentary..."

"Is this really an intelligence outpost?"

"In the multiverse, how could a deeply hidden shadow corporation be so poor that it only provides its employees with places of this caliber?"

Think about the Eye of the Universe that C167 created before, and then look at this cramped little underground room in front of you.

Morty sighed at the treatment the guy living there was receiving.

It transformed into a soul form and seeped into the underground room from the rock.

There was no one there at the moment.

However, Morty was worried about the presence of surveillance equipment, so he didn't dare to show himself directly. Instead, he carefully checked all the places and items to confirm that there was no surveillance equipment that could possibly be there.

Only then did it reveal its true form in the room.

Looking at the wine bottles in the corner, the table piled with books and papers, a metal chair, a small chandelier on the ceiling, a television set on the table, and three trash cans that haven't been cleaned much.

Morty walked to the table and picked up a photo frame he had just noticed. With his line vision limited, he couldn't see anything else, so he could only deduce from the general lines that the photo was a picture of a man and a woman.

When Morty picked it up and looked at it, his expression changed.

"Damn... Is the Shadow Group entirely made up of Ricks, or are there other races involved? I have a feeling they... is this another Rick?"

"They're probably secretly opposing the C137 group!"

Looking at the photo of middle-aged Rick in a suit and young Beth in a wedding dress, Morty felt that the true identity of this organization would definitely be incredibly dramatic in the end!

Chapter 255 Breaking Down the Door

"Okay, my bad, this is definitely not some secret anti-C137 organization..."

"This is a fucking hilarious comedy troupe..."

After waiting in this underground room for about half an hour, seeing several monsters whose appearances were not humanoid at all, plus Rick, a fool whose eyes always shone with intelligence, they finally returned from outside and appeared in the room.

The moment Morty saw their race, he knew he might be wrong...

Leaving aside those few alien races that look absolutely horribly inhuman.

Rick, the one with the split-headed bowl cut hairstyle.

It even made him feel that the scene before him was somewhat magical.

As a prestigious shadow group, even if the people it recruits are not top talents, shouldn't it at least consider various elite individuals?

What are you trying to achieve by hiring an idiot like Rick?

With his eyes that were always full of wisdom, he made his enemies who met his gaze marvel at the existence of such a clever person in the world, and ultimately they shot themselves.

Stop fooling around!

Since when did a fool like Rick become qualified to be dragged into a conspiracy of this caliber?

Grandpa searched for you guys for years, and in the end, he had to rely on a modified version of the full-channel element detection instrument to finally find you mysterious fellows.

If you lower the bar so low that even a fool like Rick is qualified to join, then if I join you, wouldn't I have to start as a big boss?

You guys blew up Grandpa's universe back then, causing him to have a complete mental breakdown.

What's the reason?

Just for fun?

Morty, finding the situation strange, didn't bother to watch those guys who would be considered elite oddballs in any movie or TV series.

Instead, he just stared at that idiot Rick.