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

11:58pm.

East entrance to Houston, Texas.

As Rick and the others rushed off the overpass, the system's cold, emotionless mechanical voice sounded again.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the A-level dungeon mission "The Great Rescue of Houston"]

[Ding! The final settlement of the dungeon quest "Houston Rescue" is now in progress.]

[Instance Quest Name: The Houston Rescue]

[Instance Quest Level: A]

[Participants in the instance quest: Rick, Tara Chambler]

[Survivors of the dungeon quest: Rick, Tara Chambler, Al, Annie, Max, Isaac Brest, Beckett Armstrong, Fallon, Brian, Tamir, Eugene Porter, Rosita Ford, Abraham Ford]

[Rescue Team for the Dungeon Quest: Al, Anne, Isaac Brest, Max, Beckett Armstrong, Fallon, Brian, Tamir, Eugene Porter, Rosita Ford, Abraham Ford]

[Number of violations of the restriction conditions: 0]

[Dungeon Quest Completion: 150%]

[Constraint completion rate: 100%]

[Customs Clearance Rating: Grade A]

[Completion Rewards: 3 MTVR Tactical Trucks, MTVR Tactical Truck Copying Access Unlocked, 10 Branch Upgrade Points]

[Special Mission Reward: Unlocks and allows copying of Hummer High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle.]

[Ding! The host has exceeded the mission requirements. The final reward has been upgraded from A-level to S-level. The host is now receiving 20 additional branch upgrade points and one branch unlock card. Special mission bonus: Unlock permission to copy the Caiman 6x6 Police Type Explosion-Proof Ambush Protected Armored Vehicle.]

Rick was overjoyed at the sight of the generous reward. He now had two unlock cards and 60 branch upgrade points.

However, the situation was far from optimistic. From the direction of the bridge, a sea of ​​thousands of zombies was walking towards them, and behind them, a large number of zombies were also chasing after them.

"Da da da—"

"Da da da—"

The vehicle-mounted M2HB heavy machine gun continuously spewed fire at the horde of zombies ahead, dozens of .50 BMG armor-piercing rounds transforming into a metallic death storm that swept through the zombies in front of it.

The zombies grazed by the .50 BMG armor-piercing rounds were all transformed into mangled, bloody bodies, lying on the ground like kites with broken strings, unable to stand up.

Even so, countless zombies, along with those with severed limbs, continued to surge towards Rick's location.

At this moment, the barrel of the M2HB had turned bright red due to the continuous high temperature, and Abraham had already emptied 10 boxes of .50 BMG armor-piercing rounds. Faced with the endless stream of zombies, even Abraham, who was as strong as Contra, showed a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Damn it, these bastards are endless, buddy! What do we do?"

Hearing Abraham's words, Rick patted him firmly on the shoulder and placed a large bundle of freeze grenades in front of him, explaining.

"Don't worry, buddy, we still have freeze grenades, right? We can just throw them as we go, and that'll be fine."

Hearing Rick's words, Abraham breathed a sigh of relief and said to Rosita, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Rosita, start driving! Slow down."

Upon hearing her man's words, Rosita floored the accelerator, and the armed Hummer charged directly towards the horde of zombies.

Just as he was about to run into the swarming horde of zombies, Abraham picked up two freeze grenades, pulled the pins, and immediately threw them forward, shouting as he did so.

"Let's go, ducks!"

The two freezing grenades landed precisely in the densest part of the zombie horde after they were launched.

"Boom boom—"

Two miniature ice-blue mushroom clouds rose into the air, and all the zombies within the blast radius were frozen solid. The freezing speed was so fast that no one could even see it clearly. What was certain was that the AOE effect of the freezing grenade explosion was definitely no less than that of the attached freeze flame jet.

Abraham, unusually, immediately pulled the fire button on the M2HB vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun.

"Da da da—"

Dozens of .50 BMG armor-piercing rounds were fired, heading towards the zombies frozen into ice sculptures.

"Clap clap clap—"

The sound of ice shattering came from the zombies frozen into ice sculptures. Without exception, the zombies that were hit were smashed into pieces. However, Rick, seeing this, picked up the walkie-talkie and roared angrily.

"Abraham, what are you doing? I told you to shoot the zombies right in the middle. The freeze grenades were to be thrown to the sides to hold off the other zombies. You only need to shoot the zombies in your path, don't go after the ones that have turned into ice sculptures, you stupid pig!"

Hearing Rick's angry shouts, Abraham picked up the walkie-talkie somewhat embarrassed and said...

"Brother, sorry, I was in the heat of the moment and forgot what you told me to do, hahaha."

"Alright, be careful next time you lose something, and don't make this stupid mistake again."

Hearing Rick's words, Abraham breathed a sigh of relief. He took out two more freeze grenades, pulled the pins, and threw them to the left and right.

"Boom boom—"

Two miniature ice-blue mushroom clouds rose again, and on either side, the zombies within the blast radius were all turned into ice sculptures without exception.

The zombies that were moving forward were blocked by these frozen ice sculptures and could not advance any further. Seeing this, Abraham excitedly picked up the tactical walkie-talkie and shouted into the Rick-related materials inside.

"Holy shit! Dude, did you see that? The zombies that turned into ice sculptures have successfully blocked the horde of zombies behind them with their own bodies."

"Then why don't you hurry up and use your M2HB vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun to mow down the horde of zombies in the middle of the road? If the ice melts later, or if these ice sculptures are destroyed by the subsequent zombie horde, then these two freeze grenades will have been wasted!"

Just then, Rick opened the system shop, spent 500 points, and exchanged for another 100 Freeze Grenades. He then divided them into 25 portions and said to Rosita.

"Rosita, stop the car."

Upon receiving the order, Rosita immediately stepped on the brakes and brought the vehicle to a stop.

Rick drove up to them directly behind, carrying four oversized black backpacks, and walked up to them.

"Brian, Mittal, Fallon, you guys each take a backpack, each backpack contains 25 freeze grenades, and throw them to the sides. Rosita, you throw them as you drive."

"Rosita, you and Fallon in the passenger seat will be responsible for the left and right fronts, respectively. Brian and Tamir in the back seat, you two will be responsible for the left and right rears, respectively. The four of you, just throw one at a time. Abraham, you operate the M2HB vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun and just spray the zombies on the road ahead, occasionally taking down any zombies that come through the gaps."

Upon receiving the order, the four men quickly took four oversized black backpacks from Rick. Rick then exchanged five bottles of Red Bull from the system and distributed them to them.

"Finish this bottle of Red Bull before throwing it away, otherwise you'll easily lose your strength and become exhausted."

After handing over the mission instructions, Rick returned to the driver's seat of his police-type mine-resistant ambush protected armored vehicle, picked up the tactical radio, and spoke into it.

"Rosita, Fallon, Brian, Mittal, move out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four windows of the armed Humvee rolled down, and four arms emerged from them, each holding a freeze grenade, which were then thrown in that direction.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Four explosions rang out, and four icy blue mushroom clouds rose from four directions. Within the range of the mushroom clouds, a large group of zombies were frozen into ice sculptures, blocking the horde of zombies behind them.

Abraham kept pulling the trigger, firing into the horde of zombies directly in front of him.

The zombies on both sides were completely blocked and could not get close to Rick and the others.

Seeing the remarkable results, Rick immediately spoke to Isaac and Beckett.

"You two, each take 25 freeze grenades, climb onto the vehicle and sit down to the sides to prevent any stray fish from getting close to the vehicle."

"Yes, Commander!"

The two quickly climbed onto the roof of a police-type mine-resistant ambush protected armored vehicle. After downing a bottle of Red Bull, they transformed into enraged Red Bull warriors, swinging their arms and throwing freezing grenades to both sides.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Violent explosions echoed all around, and an ice wall composed of hundreds of ice sculpture zombies completely separated everyone from the horde of zombies.

As the vehicle continued to move forward, the ice wall, forged by ice-sculpted zombies, grew longer and longer, while the number of zombies around it decreased.

ten minutes later.

As the crowd threw out their last freezing grenade, the horde of zombies in front of them gradually thinned out.

Abraham shouted at Rosita in the car.

"Rosita, this is a great opportunity! Charge out!"

"Everyone sit tight, I'm about to accelerate!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Rosita floored the accelerator, and the armed Hummer transformed into a ferocious beast once again, charging straight ahead. During this sprint, Rosita crushed hundreds of zombies. If the armed Hummer hadn't been in brand new, perfect condition, it would have already broken down on the road under Rosita's savage driving.

Three minutes later.

When Rosita smashed into the last zombie blocking their path, the group finally broke free from the sea of ​​tens of thousands of zombies.

Behind them, on both sides, two walls made of ice sculptures of zombies could still be seen, blocking the zombies crowding towards the center.

Seeing the zombies behind them, the people showed expressions of relief at having survived a disaster.

Rick parked the car on the side of the road, took out four incendiary grenades, pulled the pin, and threw them all into the horde of zombies walking towards him.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Four incendiary grenades exploded in the horde of zombies, and the intense flames immediately engulfed all the zombies within range.

Moments later, the zombies chasing Rick and his gang were engulfed in flames, and behind them was a raging horde of burning zombies.

"Burn! You unlucky beasts, meeting me is the luckiest thing that ever happened to you. Thank me for freeing you!"

Finished.

Rick returned to the driver's seat, floored the accelerator, and sped off in the Caiman six-wheeled mine-resistant ambush protected vehicle toward the location of the armed Humvee ahead.