Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Wait... Mission Accomplished Box!

Thinking of the "Mission Accomplished" box that Sangmei brought back yesterday, Jerry's eyes lit up as he looked at the beige cabinet next to the garage in the kitchen.

Although he has a relatively low profile at home, he is still very aware of some of the things that happen at home, such as the upgraded Mission Deliverable Box.

So Jerry walked over to the beige cabinet.

Looking at the small, square box in front of him, he didn't touch it immediately, but instead glanced around nervously.

After confirming that no one was sitting in a chair staring at him expressionlessly.

Jerry rolled it up and went back to the living room.

Jerry pressed the button more than a dozen times, one, two, three, four, summoning more than a dozen "Mission Accomplishment Masters" who each possessed certain abilities in various aspects.

"Everyone, I need you to make me a remote control."

When Mr. Mission Accomplished, who was all eager to get things done, heard Jerry's inexplicably confident words, they were all dumbfounded.

Make...make a remote control?!

A dozen or so little blue men twisted their stiff necks to look at the TV, then turned back to Jerry, asking in unison, "Couldn't you just order another one from the shopping website?!"

"Uh..." Jerry suddenly realized what was happening.

Oh, I can order a remote control... Wait, I forgot about online shopping!!!

After spending too much time with his grandpa and Morty, Jerry realized that his mindset had shifted to "it's better to build than buy," so he immediately pulled out his phone and ordered a remote control.

Hey~

With a crisp payment notification sound, Jerry put down his phone and looked at the dozen or so little blue figures staring at him. Puzzled, he scratched his head.

"Hey, what are you guys still doing here? My problem's solved."

"Yes! But our problem isn't solved! We still need to make you a TV remote control!"

"what!"

Jerry, finally remembering the rules of the Mission Accomplishment Box, realized that if he gave the little blue man a task, he had to complete it. He broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

Since I just gave them the task of making a remote control, I can decide whether or not I place an order, or simply borrow one from someone else.

These little blue men all seem to need to create a remote control.

So... can you finish before Grandpa, Morty, and Beth wake up?

The angry little blue men glared at Jerry, not wanting to say another word to him. After choosing a leader, they began to assign tasks at lightning speed.

Someone is in charge of raw material production.

Someone is responsible for producing semi-finished products after the first processing of raw materials.

Someone is responsible for the production of semi-finished products into finished parts.

Someone is in charge of assembly.

Upon first hearing their conversation, Jerry thought these guys were quite professional; a remote control maker was displaying the execution capabilities of an army.

But after the little blue man slapped him twice, took away the Mission Accomplishment Box, and finally stood at his doorstep, pressed the button a full hundred times, releasing a hundred little blue men.

Jerry finally started to feel scared.

He walked up to the leader, the little blue man, and asked, "Um... isn't it a bit much for you guys to make a remote control? Do you really need this many people?"

"Exaggeration? Do you know how many places we need to source raw materials from for such a small request of yours??? Not just one! Not three! More than a dozen places!!!"

After yelling at Jerry, the leader, Little Blue Man, stretched out his right hand and waved, "First batch of rubber agents! Move out! Destination! South America!!!"

Chapter 435 Airport Conflict

"First Legion of Raw Material Extraction! Move out!"

"First Legion of Industrial Assembly Line Manufacturing! March On!"

"First Industrial Production Legion! Stand by!"

"What? Someone's trying to stop us from flying to South America? They actually want to suppress us? Fuck! I need more men! More! Quick! Break through the lines! I won't allow anyone to stand between me and the natural rubber!!!"

In just half an hour, the usually peaceful community has been transformed into a military restricted area, with large numbers of little blue figures being produced at a rate of one per second.

reason?

A little blue man with no identification information, who looks no different from an alien, actually wants to travel from Denver's airport to South America!

For North America, which has been taken over by the Red Empire, all of you who look suspicious are to be taken to jail and thoroughly investigated!

This perfectly reasonable request, however, was perceived by the little blue men as almost as preventing them from completing their mission.

Thus, a physical altercation naturally ensued.

At first, it was just a fight, but soon the leader, Little Blue Man, learned that the mission was delayed and, in order to break through the defenses, he naturally needed to release more Little Blue Men.

The increasing number of little blue men naturally triggered the Red Empire's pre-planned countermeasures.

The initial skirmish between a dozen or so people at the airport quickly escalated to a confrontation of thousands, with weapons such as knives and clubs beginning to appear.

With the appearance of knives and clubs, the number of people with minor and serious injuries began to increase in batches until the first death occurred.

The long-awaited firearms have finally gotten their chance to appear.

First, non-lethal tear gas and high-pressure water cannons were used to try to drive away these little blue men. But these little blue men, who don't even have a body structure and don't even have a nose, could not be driven away by tear gas.

As for the high-pressure water cannon, it was somewhat useful, but the Blue Men's side was not weak either. In order to complete their mission to collect rubber in South America, they directly used the upgraded abilities they had acquired after being dealt with by Morty and Grandpa, and dismantled all visible metal and electronic items.

With a simple assembly, a simple, primitive, and deadly weapon begins to take the lives of its opponents.

One after another, metal-modified arrows, with their immense kinetic energy, pierced through the bodies of one person after another, pinning them to armored vehicles, the ground, and walls.

This deadly act thoroughly enraged the commander of the Red Empire.

With our side using tear gas and water cannons, we've already shown considerable restraint in the face of your 3,000-strong force besieging the airport.

So you're going to use such deadly force?

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Da da da!

Brass bullets left the barrel, hitting one after another the little blue men. The bullets, smaller in size but with a lethality comparable to arrows, riddled the little blue men with holes.

However, these creatures possess an extremely strong vitality, allowing them to continue jumping around even after losing their limbs.

Some of the more ruthless ones, even after having their hands and feet shot off, could still shout and curse on the ground.

Faced with such a tricky situation.

The output of firepower is no longer limited to the individual weapons in the hands of soldiers, but has been upgraded to vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns on armored vehicles.

Da da da!

The firepower, several times stronger, was like mowing grass, slaughtering all the little blue men in front of them, in order to prevent these annoying and extremely difficult-to-kill creatures from attacking the warriors.

Flamethrowers, which are rarely permitted to be used, were also urgently transported over and used to treat these little blue men in a harmless manner.

Just when the Red Empire guarding the airport thought the farce was over.

Another group of thousands of blue-clad men rushed over in cars from a distance, carrying a large number of breech-loading guns. They looked like ancient people who had traveled from 'ancient times' but were driving cars from the 21st century, and launched a new attack on the airport guards.

"Hold on! Everyone open fire! And get me on the line! I need backup!!! Ideally, two more gunships!!!"

"Hurry! They're charging! Open fire!!! Everyone, fire freely!!!"

Before the tank support troops arrived, the little blue men, whose weapons had been upgraded from breech-loading guns to World War I weapons, wearing steel helmets and bulletproof vests, got off in transport vehicles three kilometers away from the airport gate.

The two looked at each other from a distance of three kilometers.

A large number of man-portable mortars were unloaded from the vehicles, and box after box of shells were loaded into the barrels before being launched, tracing beautiful parabolic arcs through the sky...

In the terrified eyes of the airport guards.

A hundred shells hit simultaneously, setting the airport gate ablaze and destroying dozens of armored vehicles instantly. Fortunately, the soldiers had escaped beforehand, thus avoiding greater casualties.

But this barrage of artillery fire was just the beginning...

These little blue guys, who can waste not 0.0001 seconds, throw each shell into the cannon barrel at the highest speed using the most mechanical production line method.

Rapid fire! A hundred mortars firing in rapid succession!!!

The most powerful symphony in the mortar world resounded in front of the airport!

What made the airport guards even more desperate was that, under the precise cover of mortars, those little blue men responsible for the charge could ensure that the shells always landed within 30 meters of the front-line troops!

Cover with bullet comments!

A combined skill that extremely tests the professional capabilities of both artillery and front-line troops!

"Calling for backup! Calling for backup!!! It might even be necessary to bring the aircraft carrier ashore!!! What? I don't care if it's one of those ships from Pirates of the Caribbean that can land! Send backup now!!!"

With the situation at the airport turning in their favor, the leader, Little Blue Man, who now sported a full beard, glared at his bloodshot eyes and issued the second action plan.

To obtain the plastic casings needed to manufacture remote controls, we must acquire a chemical company!

However, within a radius of 100 kilometers of the Moti family's home, this livable community has no dilapidated chemical plants at all, because due to certain historical reasons, all polluting industries have been transferred to third-party countries.

Therefore, most chemical companies in North America have either moved far away or already relocated.

So...

"We'll build one!! We'll build a chemical plant right here near this community!!!"

Inside the living room, the leader, Little Blue Man, was shouting himself hoarse, ordering those around him to get to work. Just then... Grandpa emerged from the underground base.

He opened the car door, glanced at the living room with slightly narrowed eyes, walked straight to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of liquor, and returned to the garage.

They completely ignored how desperately Jerry was shouting for him to stop!

Chapter 436 Relax~ It's just a small matter

"I feel like I just saw or heard something..."

After unlocking the four layers of the IQ lock, the resulting mental overload led Grandpa all the way to the underground base. After slamming the door shut above his head and lying down on the bed, he vaguely felt as if he had seen or heard something.

But his brain was craving rest, so Grandpa didn't think much of it and just lay down on the bed to catch up on sleep. He didn't want his brain to be damaged before everything was over.