Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Beth, I..."

"Shut up! I'm going back to work after lunch!"

After searching for Morty and Sunny but failing to get through to the door, Beth gradually felt relieved. She quickly finished her lunch and didn't bother with Jerry, who had caused so much trouble.

Instead of wasting time cleaning up his mess, you might as well go back and have another surgery.

Saving a horse is more virtuous than saving Jerry, a hopeless case.

So Beth came in a hurry and left in a hurry. After she left, only Jerry and the delivery guy were left sitting in the living room.

As soon as Beth left, the guy pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a cigarette, but had nothing to do with tobacco.

"Hey bro, something quick?"

"what is this?"

"This is great stuff! It's for boosting energy, and it's a professional medication for treating depression!"

"Really... Damn! Do you think I'm stupid?! I've lived all these years, how could I possibly have ever smelled leaves before, damn it!"

Seeing that the other person really thought he was a fool, Jerry raised his hand and slapped him across the face, completely stunning the guy.

Hey... wait... aren't you a loser?... why are you hitting people?

The young man, who had been slapped several times, became furious.

I kindly asked you to help ease my nervousness, and you actually slapped me in the face! Isn't that just too much of a bully?

"Fuck! You pig! You dug this mess yourself, and you can't clean it up, and nobody's helping you clean it up, so you just sit here and do nothing. I kindly asked you to help me vent my frustrations, and you actually hit me?"

"How was it?"

"Then I'll beat you up too!!!"

Jerry, whose martial arts skills were definitely inferior to his opponent's, got up and tried to escape after being slapped several times, but was instead pinned to the ground by his opponent.

After another barrage of blows aimed at his face, Jerry shoved his opponent hard with both hands.

He hadn't originally planned to beat Jerry badly, but just then he stood up, and coincidentally, Jerry pushed him away with all his might.

"Eh! Fuck!!!"

Losing his balance, he leaned backward, and the back of his head hit the corner of the coffee table...

Chapter 438 I need to teach Morty a lesson

"Ah!! I killed... ptooey! I accidentally killed someone!!!"

For the first time in his life, Jerry had accidentally killed someone. Looking at the young man on the ground with a gaping hole in the back of his head and blood gushing from his mouth, he panicked...

Then came the continued panic...

Double the panic...

A thousand times more panic...

Jerry only calmed down after the young man, who had a high chance of survival if he had called an ambulance immediately and been taken to the hospital under speed limits, died on the spot...

"Phone! Phone! I need emergency help!! I need a phone for emergency help! He has to survive!"

Jerry's almost collapsing screams even drowned out the voices of the little blue guys who were busy making remote controls.

The little blue men froze for a moment, staring at this with exasperation. They wanted a remote control, but instead of buying one online, they decided to build one out of the box. Then they turned back to their manufacturing endeavors.

No one paid any attention to Jerry, and Jerry wanted to save the guy he had mistakenly killed.

So... the Mission Accomplished Box... Jerry's gaze fell on the box that had already been placed on the table.

In the past, in order to conquer the airport, the little blue men needed to keep creating more little blue men. But once the airport was completely opened to traffic, all the little blue men created to conquer the airport naturally disappeared.

The number of little blue men who go out to collect raw materials has reached the limit.

Of course, this box is no longer needed.

This gave Jerry an opportunity, an opportunity to stand at a crossroads.

Should they gather more little blue men to revive the young man, or should they let him die and have the little blue men bury him for them?

He hesitated for several seconds.

Finally remembering how much it hurt when Morty slapped him, Jerry decided to stop causing trouble and just bury the guy somewhere!

However, it's still necessary to carefully confirm before burying it.

He placed his index finger under the young man's nose for about ten seconds, carefully confirming that the guy had really died, before Jerry pressed the "Mission Accomplishment Box" four times.

He summoned four little blue men and instructed them to bury the man in a place where no one could ever find him again. He then watched as the four little blue men lifted the body out of the house.

Get this done.

Jerry plopped down on the sofa, covered his eyes with his hands, and wondered helplessly about why he had ended up like this.

Rick is an unavoidable factor, but does that mean that everyone else bears no responsibility besides Rick?

Why doesn't anyone in this family respect him?

He's Jerry Smith! The head of the Smith family!

Why has no one ever given him a second glance?

Why can't anyone listen to him?

Why! Why can't anyone understand him?!

This family was founded because of him! He put in so much effort, made so many sacrifices, took on a mortgage, shouldered responsibilities, and became...

"Fuck!"

Jerry cursed angrily, feeling like a complete failure, but this failure was definitely not his fault, because before Rick came along, the family was perfectly normal!

Although Sangmei, who has entered puberty, is very disobedient, she is still her father's sweet little darling from time to time.

Morty, who needs his help, always has his father in his eyes—his father, who, though not very strong, is willing to take responsibility.

Beth loves herself very much, and although the couple has their arguments, they live a very sweet life together.

But all of that is ruined!!!

So, when the malice that had been suppressed in Jerry's heart for so long began to surge forth, a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Now that Mr. Smith has proven that Jerry Smith can be very powerful.

So why can't I become stronger?

Why can't he teach Morty a lesson and then give Grandpa a talking-to, so that they both know that there has always been another real man in this family?

Let's look at the Mission Accomplishment Box again.

Jerry felt as if countless voices were cheering him on from the inside.

As the wind blew in through the window, bringing a wave of weariness to his mind after several hours of tension, he seemed to vaguely hear words of praise.

"Jerry! You're amazing! My Jerry! You're incredible! You actually defeated Grandpa! I... I, Beth, shouldn't have underestimated you! You're the powerful man who made me unable to move!"

"Wow, Jerry! You actually managed to beat Rick! I, Morty, really underestimated you! You truly are a powerful..."

"Great job! You finally taught that arrogant old man a lesson! You're amazing! Jerry! I, Sangmei..."

Yeah, and then he fell asleep...

It wasn't until Morty woke up, came down from his second-floor bedroom, grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator, and saw the little blue men still there that he walked over to Jerry, puzzled, and woke him up.

This guy, who was dreaming of fulfilling his mission, was only awakened from his dream by the constant praise from the three people in his family.

"Jerry, Jerry, what task did you give them?"

"Hiss! Ah! Morty? What are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I be here?"

"Um... I mean... never mind! What did you just ask me?"

"..."

Looking at the guy in front of him who was clearly still half asleep, Morty rolled his eyes at him and then repeated his question again.

Upon learning that this guy, in order to get a remote control, not only didn't know to order it online, but also refused to drive to the nearby department store where he had previously bought the TV to get a remote control.

Morty was utterly speechless...

What kind of garbage is this...?

What terrible luck I had to run into Jerry, who was so brave and skilled in the low game, and could even be said to be invincible.

"Um...would you like to sit here for a bit?"

Morty refused this strange request without even thinking about it; he couldn't care less about Jerry and the Mission Accomplishment Box.

Anyway, these little blue men will disappear automatically after they finish their tasks.

These guys won't become a disaster unless the task is too difficult to complete, or impossible to complete at all.

"I'm going back to my room now! You continue to build relationships with these little blue guys. I'm really exhausted lately and need to rest more!"

Morty, carrying a large bottle of Coke, went back to the second floor, completely unaware of the sadness and despair in Jerry's eyes as he watched his retreating figure.

Although he knew he had lost all his dignity in front of Morty.

But as a father, how could he not want his son's love and respect? That admiring gaze from his own flesh and blood.

No! There's absolutely nothing!

Only strangers like you should stay away from me!

Long-standing contempt and humiliation finally underwent a unique transformation under the intervention of his grandfather, making Jerry want to accomplish something at all costs for the first time!

"Fuck! I don't care anymore!!! I'm going to teach Morty a lesson!!! And I'll teach Grandpa a lesson too!!!"

Chapter 439 Are you crazy?

"Jerry, are you fucking crazy?!"

Morty had just taken a few sips of a Coke back to his room and was about to lie down for a nap when a group of little blue men burst through the door.