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But now, in order to salvage the relationship between grandfather and grandson and father and daughter, someone is willing to turn back time to the past, so the grandfather has no choice but to let him go.

The lid of the copper box opened at lightning speed, and a white smoke immediately poured out and entered C167's body.

C167, whose eyes were wide open, suddenly felt a darkness engulf her vision.

When his sight returned, he was standing on a beach. At first, he thought that his grandfather had teleported him away.

But when the scheduled countdown arrived and he still hadn't gone back, a bad feeling hit him, and a bad thought popped into his head.

He came out on his own?

In order to prevent his time from reversing and to salvage everything around him, that bastard Grandpa simply returned half of my soul to me, causing the finite central curve to kick him out?!

At that moment, C167's blood pressure exceeded his own limit.

Jesus!

"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!"

C167's roar from the beach and Grandpa's gentle exhale as he removed the time-reversal device created a difference of tens of times in decibels.

Grandpa used a screwdriver to remove the most important energy device from the time-reversal device, and he was just about to leave through the portal.

Four braised lion's head meatballs appeared.

As the braised lion heads that were wiped out by Grandpa using the power of the storm, they were not three-dimensional or two-dimensional beings, but true four-dimensional beings.

At the Time Management Bureau headquarters at the beginning of time, it was noticed that a branch office in a certain time period had been destroyed. The officials, naturally, wasted some administrative time in the process of approval and procedures before they could carry out the reconstruction and investigation of the branch office's destruction.

After investigating all the way...

Grandpa is basically locked in.

"Rick Sanchez, you are under arrest for murdering the precinct's time manager, manipulating and disrupting the timeline, and even deceiving time by completing time loops! Don't even try to escape! Because time is in our hands! No matter where you run to... uh?"

Seeing Grandpa obediently extend his hands, the four braised lion's head meatballs scratched their heads simultaneously, because no one they had caught would surrender so readily...

Young man, isn't it a bit much that you're not following the script?

"Hurry, hurry, arrest me! Don't hesitate! If you hesitate, how can I shift the blame?"

Chapter 612 Is there no room for negotiation?

"How could this guy be so shameless..."

"I never expected him to pull off something like that..."

"Unexpected? Isn't this exactly in line with his personality? What normal things do you expect him to do?"

When a real Ruicheng commando team, following the brainwaves, stormed into the universe where Grandpa was dismantling the C167 time reversal device, they witnessed him being handcuffed by the braised lion's head men.

Three or four Ricks and Mo watched as their grandfather, while being handcuffed, smugly raised his eyebrows at them, and the group was furious.

Their target was within reach, but what stood in their way were not ordinary people, but the timeline-controlling guys from the Braised Lion's Head group.

If they were to fight, it's not that they couldn't win.

But these guys... even if you kill them all, as long as the headquarters at the starting point of time doesn't disappear, then after a while, new people will come to take their place.

Annoying flies...

Despite their reason telling them that provoking these guys was not a wise choice, Rick and his friends, whose 'original dreams' had been awakened by Slim Rick, still chose to take action.

Even if it means death, they would never want to be exhausted to death on the spot for repetitive, mechanical labor on a production line, like before.

Even in death, one should strive to be more like Rick.

In other words, I don't care what happens next, but I'm going to do what I want to do now!

Fuck you!

Several weapons were pulled out.

The smile on Grandpa's face flashed by, replaced by fear and sobs: "Help! Take me away quickly! They're going to kill me to cover their tracks!!"

Having been stuck in the timeline and lacking sufficient combat experience, Hongshao Shizitou hadn't even had time to react before two guys had their heads blown off on the spot.

After all, this isn't some kind of numbers game.

Even a max-level player with ten million HP and ten million defense points can stand still and let a level 1 noob unleash their full power. At most, they'll just get their forehead polished and waxed. That kind of thing will never happen here.

Either you obediently put on a protective shield, or you strengthen your body, or replace your body with metal; otherwise, a single shot will still kill you on the spot.

Therefore, their hesitation in making braised lion's head meatballs cost them dearly at this moment.

Even Old Rick, who works on the assembly line in the Ruicheng factory, had 'happily played' in at least 30 universes before coming to Ruicheng, bringing his experience in dealing with various situations to a Rick-level.

Two bullets took away two braised lion's head meatballs.

Rick used his water gun, which looked exactly like a water gun, to spray a perfectly normal stream of water towards Grandpa.

"Jesus! Is there no room for negotiation?! Are you going to kill us???"

Having already witnessed antimatter water in the C167 universe, Grandpa decisively broke free of his handcuffs when he saw the other party about to sprinkle water. He couldn't possibly bet that the other party was using water to cool down the braised lion's head meatballs, could he?

Having broken free of his handcuffs, Grandpa took out the teleportation gun. The quick-firing trigger, which he had specially modified to avoid further conflict with Morty, proved incredibly effective at this moment.

Each person present was randomly teleported away.

Upon seeing the water that had landed, it indeed began to burn. Without saying a word, Grandpa opened a portal and escaped from this universe.

While Grandpa dodged one wave of attacks, C137 also faced off against the scum from Ruicheng.

"Are you guys bored? Why don't you come over here?"

Standing at his doorstep, C137 drank a glass of wine while looking at the thirty or so Ricks in front of him. He had already activated his energy shield and laser turrets and other defensive systems, but he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed. He could sense that these dull-witted guys, who had been like blockheads for decades, seemed to have undergone a completely different change.

Judging from their demeanor alone, they seem to care less about certain things, and that sense of nihilism... is dangerous!

"C137! Today, you either obediently bow your head and come with us to Ruicheng for a public trial to accept your punishment, or you can just die right here!"

Pushing aside Rick in front of him, he walked step by step to the center of the group. There stood the wolf-headed Rick, looking every bit the big brother, his eyes filled with excitement and bloodlust.

The famous C137!

I never imagined that one day I would be able to lead a group of people to surround this legendary figure and force him to obediently bow his head.

Of course, Rick the werewolf knew this was impossible.

What if I say no?

C137's predictable answer finally gave Rick the werewolf the opportunity to take out his weapon, a miniature nuclear-powered spiked club, making him look more like someone from a fantasy world than someone from a science fiction world.

"Hiccup~ How old-fashioned. What era are we living in? People still use spiked clubs? You want to fight me in close combat?"

C137 slowly reached his right hand behind him and gestured to C137 Morty, Jerry, Sammy, and Beth behind him, signaling them to get ready to act.

Because in this game, there was no possibility of negotiation from the very beginning.

The other party came specifically for him and wanted him dead.

So the rules are very simple.

It's a fight to the death!

So... let's do it!!!

Rick, the werewolf, who was now squinting with satisfaction, decisively launched the first attack. In the first 0.3 seconds of gently swinging his miniature nuclear-powered spiked club, he received an acceleration boost from the internal components.

boom! ! !

After a piercing, ear-piercing crash, the energy shield was forcefully knocked away by the spiked club.

C137's face immediately darkened.

Ordinary metal objects cannot easily destroy this energy shield unless the opponent's spiked club contains uranium-235, a radioactive isotope that is the only isotope in nature capable of controlled fission.

One strike, and it's a miniature nuclear explosion?!

Jesus! Is he out of his mind?!

No matter how much the fission process is accelerated, if you hit it with a stick, the air will be filled with dangerous substances like uranium-235.

Seeing the opponent's reckless fighting style...

C137 isn't backing down either. He drank this stuff during his most insane and desperate period of alcoholism. So, you, Rick the Wolf Head who appeared out of nowhere, want to compete with me to see who's tougher?

Come on!

"Morty! Get that Jerry's Greatsword from the garage, the one I bought on Londridge last time!!!"

C137 Jerry: "Huh?"

C137 Morty: "Are you sure?"

Wolf-headed Rick: "Jerry's Great Sword?"

Seeing C137's imposing stance, Rick the Wolf stopped impersonating those villains, no longer walking up with that swagger and imposing aura. Instead, he started sprinting, bringing his feet even closer to...

what! ! !

From his front door to the road, a row of spikes suddenly appeared from under the stone-paved road, making Rick, who wasn't even wearing shoes and was only dressed in a black suit, understand what it meant to wear shoes in battle.

Because your enemy is very likely to set traps on the ground.

"Jesus! With this level of combat strength, you dare to come looking for trouble? You didn't even consider the ground spikes?" C137 looked at the wolf-headed Rick who had fallen to the ground and was using a rapid medical first aid spray to heal his wounds.

Yeah, I suddenly feel pretty bored...

I thought the people who came would be some kind of vicious monster.

Chapter 613 is a very sad, yet somewhat funny story.

“Jesus…where on earth did he throw us?”

"Is this the vacation I've been waiting for?"

"Has he finally had a change of heart?"

The four of them, including Morty, were transported to a coastal street by Grandpa's teleportation portal.

Standing in front of a beach villa, with the crystal-clear water and the golden sand in the distance, the villa looks like an ordinary object standing beside a mirror in the sky.

Well, although this villa has eight rooms, six bathrooms, three separate bathrooms, two large swimming pools in the front and back gardens, plus a sauna.