The Walking Dead: I Sell Arms as a Sixth-Rate Seller in the Apocalypse

8:30 am

Woodbury Town

Two armed Humvees, accompanied by a van, drove into Woodbury, a small town 30 kilometers south of Atlanta.

Rick and Mihoko, who were unconscious, were put into a hotel room by the governor's men, who put them in sacks.

The weapon in Mihoko's hand was awarded to the bald man by the governor, while the weapon in Rick's hand was taken by the governor. Although the two weapons were identical in appearance and function, when the governor saw the weapon, he took it and fired a shot at a zombie in the distance. When the zombie's head was blown off, he suddenly felt that his old friend, the AUGA3 assault rifle, was no longer appealing.

He decisively gave the AUGA3 to Park Mi-ri, while he himself became very fond of the Night Demon silenced sniper rifle.

It was 10 a.m.

Mieko and Rick, who were in a coma, gradually woke up.

At this moment, Rick and Mihoko's hands and feet were tied, but their mouths were not gagged.

Rick looked at Mieko with concern and asked.

"Honey, are you alright? They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"It was alright. They knocked you out first, and then I was completely out of it and didn't know anything."

Rick saw a noticeable bulge behind Mihoko's ponytail, and he knew that his wife had been shot and had a bump on her head. He also remembered the bald white man who had pointed a gun at his wife. He wanted nothing more than to run out and kill that beast, but when he tried to use his mind to enter his personal space, he found that he couldn't do it at all.

Then he began to question his system.

"System, system, why can't I enter my personal space?"

The system quickly responded to Rick's question.

[Ding! The host's hands and feet are bound, which does not meet the conditions for entering the personal space. The host can enter the personal space after unbinding the hands.]

"Damn it! What is this thing? I can't even get into the personal space because my hands and feet are tied up. This is so useless."

The system, seemingly already accustomed to Rick's吐槽 (tu cao, meaning sarcastic or critical remarks), directly threatened him.

[Don't be ungrateful, host. Other transmigrators' personal spaces aren't as powerful as yours. You can't even handle this small limitation? If you don't like it, this system can help you unbind the personal space system.]

Upon hearing this, Rick instantly changed his expression, like a Peking Opera face-changing act, and began to flatter him.

"System Daddy, don't unbind me. I was just kidding. Please ignore what I just said and don't take it to heart, hehehe."

[Hmph, host, this is the last time. If you complain about this system again, whatever you complain about will disappear.]

"No, no, no, I won't complain next time. How can I live without you?"

The system ignored Rick's complaints and immediately chose to remain silent.

Rick knew that he could no longer rely on the system and his personal space to do anything. He could only try to untie the ropes binding his hands and feet before considering the rest.

He began to observe the room he was in. The dim and cramped room was filled with the smell of mold. Apart from the bed he was on, the empty round table in front of him, and two plastic chairs, there were no other items in the room he and Mieko were in.

Seeing this environment, Rick felt somewhat desperate. At this moment, apart from lying in bed with Mieko to sleep, he couldn't even grind soybeans; at most, he could only kiss Mieko.

Just then, the door to Rick's room opened, and an Asian woman walked up to them with two loaves of toast. She then placed the toasts on the round table and addressed them.

"This is your lunch. I'll come back again tonight."

After the Asian woman finished speaking, she turned to leave.

When Mieko heard the voice that was very familiar to her, she instinctively called out to it.

"Mother?"

Upon hearing the voice, the Asian woman paused for a moment, then walked up to Mieko and carefully examined her face.

Through the dim light in the room, Mieko gradually made out the woman's outline and tentatively asked a question.

Are you Park Mi-ri?

Upon hearing this, Park Mi-ri was immediately stunned, and asked in a trembling voice.

"I am Park Mi-ri, who are you?"

Upon hearing the woman admit that she was Park Mi-ri, Mi-hye-ja could no longer control her emotions and choked out a cry to the person in front of her.

"Mom! It's me, Mieko! Nohara Mieko!"

Park Mi-ri was stunned when she heard this, then hugged her biological daughter and cried.

"Mieko, my daughter, so many years have passed, and your mother misses you every moment."

Faced with this scene, Rick was at a loss for words. He wanted to offer comfort, but he didn't know how. His hands and feet were still tied; how could he offer comfort?

And so, Mihoko and her daughter Park Miri began to hug each other and cry.

A few minutes later, the two gradually returned to normal. Park Mi-ri untied the ropes binding Mi-hye-ja's hands, and she drew back the curtains in the room to let in the sunlight. She carefully observed her daughter, whom she hadn't seen for many years, and praised her with a look of satisfaction.

"It's been so many years. Mieko has grown from a cute little girl into a graceful young woman."

Seeing that his hands and feet were untied, Mihoko turned around and helped Rick untie the ropes binding his hands and feet.

Seeing that the ropes binding his hands and feet had been untied, Rick took out a can of a certain white medicine aerosol he had redeemed from the system store from his personal space and sprayed some onto the large bump on the back of Mihoko's head.

Instantly, the musty smell in the room was replaced by the smell of a certain Yunnan Baiyao aerosol.

After feeling that the swelling and pain on the back of her head had subsided, Mieko hugged Rick next to her and kissed him on the cheek to express her gratitude.

"Thank you, honey, mua~"

Feeling Mieko's sweet kiss, Rick also kissed her on the cheek, comforting her with a look of doting affection.

"With me here, I will never let you get hurt in the slightest, not even by anyone else."

Hearing their conversation and seeing their intimate actions, Park Mi-ri felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her mind went completely blank.

She asked Mieko.

"Mieko, who is this gentleman next to you?"

Upon hearing Park Mi-ri's words, Mi-hye-ja naturally responded.

"Mom, let me introduce you. This is my husband, his name is Rick, and we got married a few days ago."

Hearing this, Park Mi-ri was struck dumb again. The last time she saw her daughter, she was a cute little girl. Now she saw her as someone else's wife. This sudden change caught her completely off guard.

Seeing that Park Mi-ri was staring at him blankly without saying anything, Rick took the initiative to stand up, hold her hands, and said.

“Dear Mother-in-law, my name is Rick, I am 28 years old and I come from an ancient country in the East. A few days ago, by chance, I saved your daughter. I fell in love with your daughter at first sight, and she felt the same way about me. So we got married in a hurry. I will hold a wedding ceremony soon. Please forgive me.”

At this point, Rick's smile seemed so harmless, but Park Mi-ri's heart was in turmoil. She looked at her son-in-law, who had an Asian face, and felt an indescribable bitterness. When she heard Rick's age, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She was only 37 years old, and her son-in-law was only 9 years younger than her. This made her feel that her daughter might have been deceived or threatened.

Park Mi-ri asked Rick.

Do you know Mieko's age?

"I know, she's 19, just turned 18."

Do you know my actual age?

"I don't know, please tell me, Mother-in-law."

"I'm only 37 years old. I was 18 when I gave birth to her."

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Don't you think you're a bit too old and not suitable for Mieko?"

Upon hearing this, Rick realized something: his mother-in-law disliked him for being too old and for dating a younger woman.

This immediately displeased Rick, who retorted resentfully.

"What? Ms. Park Mi-ri, do you think I'm too old to be a good match for your daughter, or that I'm too old to protect her?"

When Park Mi-ri heard Rick's words, she knew that her son-in-law had obviously been provoked by her words, and she decided to press her advantage.

"Heh, Mr. Rick, what do you think? You're 28, and my daughter is 19. You're a full nine years older than her. Do you know what that means?"

"Oh? I don't know. Please enlighten me, Ms. Park Mi-ri."

"This means that my daughter will have to protect you someday in the future."

"Really? Haha, Ms. Park Mi-ri's eye for real objects is truly impressive."

Hearing the heated exchange between the two, Mieko quickly stepped in to stop them.

“Rick, you’ve gone too far. That’s my mother. How can you talk to her like that?”

Rick frowned and said to Mieko upon hearing this.

"No, Mieko, I..."

Before Rick could finish speaking, Mieko interrupted him with a serious expression.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Have you forgotten what you promised me before? That I would listen to you outside, but you would listen to me at home?"

"I haven't forgotten."

"Then what do you mean by your current behavior? You dare to disobey me now, and you've even learned to talk back to me. What do you think you're trying to do?"

Rick was speechless when he heard Mihoko's words. He never expected that his pampered wife, whom he had been supporting for so many days, would choose to side with her mother and bully him, the man who taught her how to use weapons and protect her. This made Rick start to reflect on whether he had spoiled Mihoko too much.

Seeing that Rick was silent, Mihoko turned her head and looked at Park Miri with some displeasure, which puzzled Park Miri. Just as she was about to speak, something unexpected happened.