Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

This C137... Hiss! Wait a minute! The person who told me about the plan to resurrect everyone back then, isn't that him?!

Damn... this pervert... is there anything he can't do?

"Alright, I guess you've heard about his exploits. Coincidentally, I'm quite familiar with him..."

Chapter 433 Let's watch TV

"Jesus! Grandpa, who exactly did you lock up in that treasure vault???"

"This isn't a female Rick at all! This is clearly a female warrior with brute strength and thick skin!"

"Is her skill tree entirely focused on skills that develop the human body?"

Morty stood in front of the restaurant, which had been smashed open, and awkwardly waved to the soldiers across the street who were still cleaning up the alien corpses and weapons.

He then looked at the group of people who were still in shock.

In just the last five seconds, Morty witnessed just how powerful a true melee master and tech whiz could be.

Rick's knowledge may not be up-to-date with the times, but her "old-fashioned" knowledge can catch people off guard in certain situations.

Grandpa's upgraded version of the energy shield—the energy wall—was powerful, but the female Rick punched the energy wall and then threw behind her an electromagnetic pulse device that she had hastily modified with a TV remote control.

Just as the AI ​​inside the house was getting into a little trouble, the fist that had already hit the energy wall seized the moment when the AI ​​regained control of the energy wall and pushed it forward with great force, thus opening the energy wall!

Next, female Rick chose to run away instead of staying on her grandfather's turf to fight him.

Because she figured it out.

The reason she was able to hit her grandfather for so long was simply because he wanted to use this method to calm her anger.

Perhaps the other person's pain receptors have already been blocked.

Well then... let's retreat! We'll catch this bastard someday!

As soon as Rick left, Grandpa relaxed completely. Exhausted, he walked to the sofa, plopped down, and smelled the strange odor that had been lingering in the air ever since the alien assassins attacked.

"AI, activate the air purification system for me."

"Roger that!"

As the indoor air purification system started operating, the odors inside the house were drawn away, and fresh air entered the house.

But that huge hole that She-Rick knocked out...

"I'm tired. AI, fix it for me. I'm so tired. The four-layer IQ lock is too torturous..." After sitting on the sofa for a while, Grandpa, who was starting to look tired, got up and walked towards the underground base.

Seeing that his grandfather was going to take a nap, Morty, who had just finished talking with Tzeentch, looked at the stairs leading to the second floor of the house and felt physically and mentally exhausted after experiencing all these things.

It's time to get a good night's sleep.

After Morty and Grandpa left, Beth and Sammy planned to take a shower and then catch up on their sleep, even though it was still around noon.

But ever since they met Mr. Smith in that city, not one of them has been able to get a proper rest; even Jerry has been walking non-stop.

Um...

"Now that you're all asleep, no one should be fighting me for the TV remote, right?"

Seeing Beth head straight for the bathroom to take a shower, Jerry, who wasn't entirely at ease with such matters, raised his voice to confirm again whether anyone in the house was still fighting him for the TV.

Beth: "..."

Silently turning around, Beth glanced at the guy who hadn't done anything but caused trouble the whole time, and without saying another word, she walked straight into the bathroom.

"Beth, are you sure you'll...?"

"Get out!!! We all just want to sleep!"

"ok..."

Jerry, who had been yelled at, plopped down on the sofa, only to find that the remote control seemed to have been messed up by female Rick.

So... we'll have to use the buttons on the TV.

After turning on the TV, Jerry, who was half-squatting in front of it, didn't find any TV programs he liked, so he continued to press the buttons.

However, because the button on the lower right corner of the TV had not been used for a long time, Jerry accidentally broke it after pressing it a few times, which changed the TV channel to Ruicheng TV.

"Jesus! I don't want to watch Ruicheng TV!"

Jerry, who already disliked Rick and his friends, didn't want to listen to the two TV hosts talking animatedly on TV.

But the button is broken, so there's no way to change the channel.

Jerry, who is still not allowed to sleep in bed, tried many times and almost broke the TV on the spot. He could only sit on the sofa, which was spacious enough for him to sleep on by himself, to watch Ruicheng TV.

Fortunately, today's Ruicheng TV station is not like it used to be, continuing to maintain Rick's nonsensical and satirical attitude towards the world.

On the contrary, the two hosts today looked serious and spoke in a heavy tone, as if something big had happened.

"Whether you like this show or not, I don't care what you viewers think, just now, the famous Ruicheng TV channel tycoon—Suit-wearing Rick—has been paraded through the streets and then executed by the Ruicheng Council."

"It is understood that the Ruicheng Commando Team collected a large amount of evidence of harm to Ruicheng from Rick in a suit's private residence, proving that he had secret dealings with hostile organizations such as the Galactic Empire."

"What's even more appalling is that over the years, his selfish desires have brought indelible harm to Ruicheng and to this endless universe."

"The ruthless Rick in his suit collects one unique treasure after another, whether inanimate or living, as long as it has unique characteristics, it will be added to his so-called 'treasure trove'."

"Now let's show you some of his personal collection!"

After solemnly reading the script, the Ruicheng host nodded to the staff behind the camera, and then proceeded to a one-minute display of Rick's collection of suits.

However, this is not the case for Jerry, who has already entered the fake treasure vault.

After watching the video, he felt like something was missing, just like in the panoramic shot showing the collection, many items had been erased from their original positions.

"Jesus!"

After thinking about it for a while, Jerry finally understood what was going on. He exclaimed in surprise because it meant that Rick's collection in the suit might not have been returned to its original place at all, and might have been divided up by someone else.

"Jesus!"

Hours earlier, the other syndicate members who had been in the same organization as Rick in the suit for so many years had never entered his private vault.

Dressed in suits, they stood before the entrance to the treasure area, gazing at this colossal treasure trove created using advanced space compression technology.

Even though they had already enjoyed and witnessed much worldly wealth and prosperity.

But the scene before them still made them feel that they were nothing more than a nouveau riche in the countryside!

"Am I the only one who suddenly feels that Rick in the suit should have died a long time ago?"

"It's not just you, it's me too."

I second that!

"Good riddance!"

Chapter 434 Why can't you just place an order and buy one?

The next day~

"morning..."

"morning..."

After a series of events, Morty was finally able to get a good night's sleep and relax completely. When he was urged to get up for breakfast, he sat listlessly in his chair.

My grandfather, looking equally listless, rested his chin on his hand and held a spoon in his left, stirring hot water and solid stimulants in a long glass.

Sangmei, even more listless, was almost asleep on the table.

Although they all started sleeping around noon yesterday and only woke up now, more than ten hours is enough time for them to recover their energy.

But what has happened in the past few days has been too torturous.

Grandpa, in particular, unlocked the fourth intelligence lock, accurately rescued Morty, and incidentally closed the time problem left behind by Sammi.

There is a price to pay for this.

Yeah, I've been using my brain too much!

So even if Morty is as excited as a husky today and wants to be taken to some close combat training class, Grandpa won't pay any attention to him.

Rest! Rest! Let's rest for a few days first!

too tired!

After finishing breakfast, Grandpa seemed to have regained some energy. He glanced at Jerry, who was still sleeping on the sofa in the living room, but was too lazy to wake him. He went back to the underground base to catch up on his sleep.

Sangmei, who ate with her eyes almost closed the whole time, yawned and slowly walked back into the house.

In the end, only Morty was left. It wasn't that he didn't want to go back and lie down, but he was too lazy to walk, so he simply lay down on the table and took a nap.

Beth, who seemed unusually energetic today, was puzzled to see that almost everyone in her family looked listless.

Why is everyone so lacking in energy today?

Beth, who had been either having fun or on her way to have fun for the past few days, glanced at the time, picked up her small bag, and drove off to work.

Although the situation outside is very strange, her work as a doctor, Dr. Ma, is still proceeding normally, except that she takes leave a little too frequently.

After Beth left.

Jerry, who had watched TV all night, slowly got up. He rubbed his eyes and called out a few times, only to find that no one in the house paid any attention to him, and no one even saved him breakfast.

Looking out through the glass window.

How could such a big, strong man starve to death here just because he didn't have breakfast?

Hmm, I'll just have some oatmeal by myself!

After finishing a super sweet breakfast of oatmeal soaked in warm water and a little candy, Jerry turned on the TV again. The two Ricks on the screen, looking world-weary, made Jerry, whose burps now even smelled of oatmeal, let out a slightly irritated exclamation.

"Jesus! I can't take it anymore! I've been watching the news all night! Someone, please save me!"

Jerry's first thought was his grandfather, but he immediately dismissed the idea. It wasn't that he was afraid to go to his grandfather, but he knew that if he went to him about such a trivial matter, the grandfather would definitely ignore him.

So, what about the second option, Morty?

Thinking about his son, who had become increasingly irritable and distant over the past six months, Jerry dismissed the idea.

As for Sangmei... forget it! She doesn't know anything about technology!