Chapter 2994: Little Master Morty

Of course, this is a trap.

Just when Morty's finger touched the potato chip packaging bag that grew out of the tree, a gunshot suddenly came from behind him. A microchip was shot into the back of his neck, and a burst of electricity was sent from it. The boy smoked all over and fell onto the grass.

"Drilling!"

Accompanied by a happy little tune, an old man walked out from behind a tree not far away. His face looked like a potato, his eyes were equally dull, his eyebrows were a blue-gray horizontal bar connected together, and there was no more on his mouth. Wipe clean saliva.

He wears an orange vest and hat, and is dressed as a classic hunter. His prey is Morty, but the other Rickes are also trying to catch these grandchildren.

A hunting net was cast and Morty was caught powerless to resist. The old man dragged the prey across the grass.

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

Morty struggled in the big net. The hunter Rick in front of him was one of the jailers in the prison. There was no doubt that he was the same genius as the other Rick.

After the spaceship crashed, these Rick quickly adapted to the local environment and evolved into various terrifying predators.

"Hiccup! No, this is the punishment for trying to eat wild snacks." Rick carried the shotgun on his shoulders and burped comfortably. "You know this is a trap, right? Trees don’t grow chips. , Even though those potato chip bags are basically filled with air, which is similar to your head."

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

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

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

Morty smiled awkwardly, and suddenly realized the problem.

The hunter Rick cannot be allowed to catch Mermaid Morty. Compared to living in captivity, Mermaid Morty will definitely choose to die freely!

In the process of being dragged, Morty looked at the cave where the mermaid was hiding for the last time. A teardrop shed from the corner of his eye, as if "Ah, goodbye friend!" "The chorus."

In this way, he was dragged out by the hunter Morty about a hundred meters, and came to a bunker, or the hunting fortification of the hunter Morty.

This place is completely built according to the underground base structure of the Rebels in Star Wars. Rick has a bag of magical props. If you want to, you can create a building comparable to the world's wonders in a short time.

There are also many other Mortys imprisoned here, they are kept in cages with conspicuous electric shock chips around their necks.

Friends like Murloc Morty, Fish Head Morty, Murloc Morty, Fish Morty, etc. were also caught and soaked in cylindrical water tanks.

"You caught so many Morty, what on earth do you want to do?!"

Entering the bunker’s master control room, Morty was thrown aside. Hunter Rick picked up the bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth. Seeing this, Morty was immediately alert, and Rick, who was facing his back quarrel.

"Hiccup~ Your IQ can only be the president of the United States. If you pick up trash, you will starve to death. Do you understand what a multivariate war is?" Rick took off his hat without looking back, revealing his bald head. Scratched casually.

"Eh? What is that?" Morty really showed a Tibetan fox expression.

"There are a lot of Rick on this planet, you know, and the resources on a planet are limited. In order to compete for these resources, there will inevitably be wars between us, hiccups~ because there will always be people who think Be the police of the world."

Hunter Rick took another sip of wine and hiccuped for a long time.

Morty looked at his companions in the cage and the water tank, and he scratched his head: "But what does this have to do with Morty? You hit you guys."

"Stupid, you have no rational thinking at all. Think about it. Now that Rick recognizes the inevitability of war, the battle to destroy the single universe cannot be fought. In order to prevent our common home from being destroyed by war, so We had a meeting and discussed, and decided to limit the intensity of the battle to a certain level, hiccup!"

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

"So we established the Quartz League and held the'Pet Little Morty' contest. Each Rick will go to capture wild Morty, and each will choose three of his strongest Morty to compete, and the winning Rick will Get one year of planetary domination."

"Do you want me to fight? No! I've never beaten other Mortys. I'm a trash. Let me go!"

Although I felt that there were a lot of grooves to vomit, Morty suddenly shrank into a ball when he heard of fighting. He wouldn't fight at all. How painful is a fight?

"Shut up! Did you know that there is a parallel universe where everyone walks with both hands? The Morty there can turn the predator into a'Mamma Mia'! What does this mean? This means that the trainer will be trained the day after tomorrow. Training is the most important thing. You can become a warrior after cruel training! Hiccup! I want to catch all Mortys, and train the strongest Morty from them, the pet little Morty master, I am determined Up!"

Hunter Rick became angry. He backhanded out a black and gold "luxury ball" from behind. This is a miniature space device. The internal space can be used for the reduced Morty to survive in it, the size is equivalent to three rooms. The two halls also have plenty of snacks, carbonated drinks, video games and 18x magazines. UU Reading www.uukANAnshu.com

According to the setting, as long as Morty is locked in, the favorability will be forced to rise to 200 points.

However, he did not lock in the clever Morty who was just caught, instead he closed the hippie Morty who smoked marijuana. As I said before, it is the most important thing for little Morty to nurture the'naughter'. Today is not tomorrow.

Seeing Morty, the indifferent hippie in the Morty ball, was still in the grass. Hunter Rick knew that the cargo was not saved, so he placed the ball under the machine on the side and pressed the red button marked with a skull.

A flash of green plasma flashed, and even the hippie Morty inside the luxury ball turned into a pool of black and gray, and Rick hiccuped:

"Do you still want to be useless waste now?"

However, no one answered him. He turned to see that it was Morty who 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 he didn't expect this Morty to be so smart, he had already unplugged the chip himself, and the light-emitting device with a piece of flesh 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 the red vest and hat again, ready to set off to catch the pet back.

Just after his footsteps were gone, breathing sounded from a room in the corridor where cleaning tools were piled up. Morty pressed his heart to jump out of his chest and lit the light in the storage room.

"what!!"

He suddenly screamed. It turned out that there was another Morty in this small storage room. The eyes of that Morty were about the size of a human fist, but the eyeballs were full of fire ants.

This made Morty's intensive phobia committed.