The Death Knell

Of course, this is a trap.

Just when Morty's fingers touched the potato chip bag growing on the tree, there was a sudden gunshot from behind, and a microchip was shot into the back of his neck. Then a burst of electricity came from it, and the electricity was so strong. The boy was covered in smoke and fell to the grass.

"Dilililidada!"

Accompanied by the sound of a happy tune, an old man walked out from behind a tree not far away. His face looked like a potato, his eyes were equally lifeless, his eyebrows were connected by a blue-gray horizontal bar, and was there anything on the side of his mouth? Wipe clean saliva.

Wearing an orange vest and hat, he looks like a classic hunter. His prey is Morty, but other Ricks are also using their own methods to capture these grandchildren.

Throwing out a hunting net and catching Morty who was too shocked to resist, the old man dragged his prey across the grass.

"Let me go! Rick! Let me go!"

Morty was struggling in the big net. The hunter Rick in front of him was one of the guards in the prison. There was no doubt that he was as talented as the other Ricks.

After the spacecraft crashed, these Ricks quickly adapted to the local environment and evolved into all kinds of terrifying predators.

"Hiccup! No, this is the punishment for trying to eat wild snacks." Rick put the shotgun on his shoulder and burped comfortably: "You know this is a trap, right? Potato chips don't grow on trees. , even though those potato chip bags are basically filled with air, about the same size as your head.”

"No, you have to let me go, it's not that I want snacks, it's that" Morty remembered that the mermaid Morty was still waiting for him. He needed food and water, otherwise he might die.

"Oh? What is it? Keep talking, do you have a little friend waiting for me to catch him?" Hunter Rick turned his head with an evil smile and looked at Morty with eyes like a dead fish.

"No, it's just me, ha, ha, ha."

Morty smiled awkwardly, immediately realizing the problem.

Hunter Rick cannot be allowed to capture Mermaid Morty. Mermaid Morty will definitely choose to die freely rather than live in captivity!

While being dragged away, Morty looked at the cave where the mermaid was hiding for the last time. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and "Ah, Goodbye, Friend!" sounded in his ears. ” chorus.

In this way, he was dragged by Hunter Morty for about a hundred meters and came to a bunker, or Hunter Morty's hunting fortification.

This place is completely modeled after the underground base structure of the Rebels in Star Wars. Ricks all have a pocket of magical props. If they want, they can build a building comparable to the wonders of the world in a short time.

There are also many other Mortys imprisoned here. They are locked in cages and have conspicuous shock chips around their necks.

Friends such as Murloc Morty, Fish-Head Morty, Murloc-Head Morty, Fish Morty, etc. were also captured and soaked in cylindrical water tanks.

"You caught so many Mortys, what do you want to do?!"

After entering the main control room of the bunker, Morty was thrown aside. Hunter Rick picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth. Seeing this situation, Morty immediately became vigilant and met Rick, who had his back turned to him. quarrel.

"Hiccup~ Your IQ is only enough to be the President of the United States. If you go to pick up garbage, you will probably starve to death. Do you understand what multidimensional warfare is?" Rick took off his hat without looking back, revealing his bald head. He scratched it casually.

"Huh? What is that?" Morty showed an expression like a hidden fox.

"There are many Ricks on this planet now, as you know, and the resources on a planet are limited. In order to compete for these resources, there will inevitably be wars between us, hiccup~ Because there will always be people who want to Be the world’s policeman.”

Hunter Rick took another sip of wine and let out a long burp.

Morty looked at his companions in the cage and water tank, and scratched his head: "But what does this have to do with Mortys? Just beat yourselves."

"Stupid, you have no rational thinking at all. Think about it, since Ricks have all realized the inevitability of war, then the battle to destroy a single universe cannot be fought. In order to prevent our common home from being destroyed by war, so We held a meeting to discuss it and decided to limit the intensity of the battle to a certain level, burp!"

Hunter Rick turned on a monitor, projected a list, and continued to explain:

"So we established the Quartz Alliance and held the 'Pet Morty' contest. Each Rick would capture wild Mortys, and each would choose three of their strongest Mortys to participate, and the Rick who won in the end would Gain planetary domination for one year.”

"You want me to fight? No! I've never beaten another Morty. I'm a loser. Let me go!"

Although he felt like he had a lot to say, when he heard that there was going to be a fight, Morty immediately shrank into a ball. He didn't know how to fight at all. How painful would it be to fight?

"Shut up! Do you know there is a parallel universe where everyone walks with both hands? Morty there can beat the Predator until he turns into a 'Mamma Mia'! What does this mean? What does this mean about the acquired trainer? Training is the most important thing. As long as you go through brutal training, you can become a warrior! Hiccup! I will catch all the Mortys and cultivate the strongest Morty from them. Pet Little Morty Master, I will definitely Got it!"

Hunter Rick was angry, and he took out a black and gold 'luxury ball' from behind his backhand. This is a miniature space device. The internal space can accommodate the shrunken Morty to survive in it. It is the size of three rooms. There are plenty of snacks, carbonated drinks, electronic games and 18x magazines in the two halls.

According to the settings, as long as Morty is locked in, the favorability level will be forcibly raised to 200 points.

However, he did not imprison the smart Morty he had just captured, but the hippie Morty who was smoking marijuana at the side. Because as I said before, for little Morty, it is the cultivation of 'nature' that is most important, not Today, not tomorrow.

Looking at the indifferent hippie Morty in the Morty ball, Hunter Rick knew that this guy was hopeless, so he put the ball under the machine aside and pressed the red button marked with a skull.

There was a flash of green plasma, and the luxurious ball and the hippie Morty inside turned into a puddle of black ash. Rick burped:

"Do you still want to be a useless piece of trash now?"

However, no one answered him. When he turned around, it turned out that Morty had just taken the opportunity to escape.

Hunter Rick shook his head, took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed it. This was used to control the shock chip on Morty's neck.

But I didn't expect that Morty was so smart. He had actually pulled out the chip himself, and the light-emitting device with a piece of flesh on it was on the ground not far away.

"Oh? This little Morty is a bit strong, he must be mine!"

With that said, Hunter Rick put on his red vest and hat again, and was ready to set out to catch the pet.

Just after his footsteps faded away, the sound of breathing came from a room in the corridor where cleaning tools were piled up. Morty pressed his heart that was about to beat out of his chest and lit the lamp in the storage room.

"ah!!!"

He suddenly let out a scream, and it turned out that there was another Morty in this small storage room. That Morty's eyes were almost as big as a human fist, but his eyeballs were covered with fire ants.

This brings out Morty's trypophobia.