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

9:43 am.

Inside the stranded USS Pennsylvania strategic nuclear submarine on a beach in South Galveston, Texas.

When Pierce's flesh stopped growing after it had grown halfway, Jason asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Sir, Pierce's body has stopped repairing."

Rick glanced at it and calmly replied.

"That's normal. The restorative power of this kind of potion has a time limit. Fortunately, your good brother's body is still relatively intact. It will probably take about two days for the flesh that was bitten off to be fully restored."

Hearing Rick's words, Richardson breathed a sigh of relief. He now completely believed what Rick said, and for him, he had no other choice but to unconditionally trust the man in front of him.

Just then, Elisa walked over, saw the bound zombie on the ground, and asked with some confusion.

"What are you doing here? Why is there a zombie tied to the ground?"

"The person tied up on the ground is my good friend. I told you before that I can turn a person back from a zombie state, as long as their brain is not damaged. Even if they die from excessive blood loss, as long as they have turned into a zombie, I have a way to turn them back."

Hearing Rick's explanation, Alyssa and Jason were once again shocked. They looked at Rick as if he were Satan and Jesus. This kind of supernatural ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded was something Jason and Alyssa had only ever seen in science fiction movies. But since it came from the mouth of this man who could turn the rotten into the miraculous, they had no reason not to believe it.

Thinking of the rampaging zombies still inside the submarine, Rick took a set of Defender-type bite-proof combat suit from the backpack on his back, handed it to Jason, and gave him instructions.

“Jason, this is the Defender-type anti-bite combat suit I researched. After you put on this suit, go with Alyssa to clear out the zombies in each cabin.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick handed Jason a double-bayonet M4A1 assault rifle and ten 40-round extended magazines, giving him further instructions.

"This is a double-bayonet M4A1 assault rifle. You can use the three steel spikes at the muzzle to pierce the zombie's brain, or you can shoot it, but I don't want you to damage any equipment on this ship. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!"

After answering, Jason carried the Defender-type bite-resistant combat suit back to the missile silo he had come out of earlier and began to change.

Three minutes later, Jason, fully dressed and armed with a dual-bayonet M4A1 assault rifle, appeared before Rick and Alyssa.

Looking at Jason, who was dressed smartly, Rick patted him on the shoulder and teased him.

"Instead of serving as the lieutenant weapons officer on this submarine, you seem more suited to be the leader of an assault team."

Jason's face cleared of its usual gloom, and he responded confidently.

“If the captain needs me, I can lead this assault team, but I hope to save Pierce first so he can temporarily replace the weapons officer.”

"That makes sense! How come I didn't think of that? Hey! Jason, you're a fucking genius!"

Jason scratched his head sheepishly, but quickly regained his usual seriousness.

"Hey, how long are you two grown men going to chat like this? Aren't you going to go clear out the zombies or not?"

Elisa was clearly getting impatient. She was addicted to the taste of blue coffee candy, especially the relief from fatigue and the exhilaration of slashing zombies with the round gun barrel shield. This made her extremely excited. She couldn't wait to rush to the other compartments and smash all the zombies' heads to experience the thrill of blood splattering and brains flying everywhere.

"You little rascal, weren't you complaining about being tired before? How come you're all better now?"

"Tired? Not at all! I feel like my whole body is bursting with energy!"

Hearing Alyssa's words, Rick knew that she must have eaten the blue coffee candy he had put in her spatial ring again. However, he didn't plan to care. After all, the only side effect of the blue coffee candy could be recovered by a good night's sleep, and there was no need to worry about anything else.

Having figured this out, Rick gave the order to Jason, who was standing next to him.

"Jason, go and do the cleanup with Alyssa. You two need to thoroughly clean every cabin. Just leave the zombies you kill in the corridors, I'll take care of them. You don't need to worry about the rest."

"Yes, Captain!"

Jason gripped his M4A1 assault rifle with double bayonets and walked toward the rear compartment.

Alyssa was clearly hesitant, after all, she didn't know this man named Jason, and she was not comfortable cooperating with any man other than Rick.

Seeing the hesitation on her face, Rick hugged Elisa, who was covered in blood, and gently stroked her long, golden, wavy hair with his clean right hand to comfort her.

“Elisa, the person on the ground still needs my treatment. I can’t leave here. As for Jason, I promised to save his wife, which is why he joined me. He won’t do anything bad to you.”

"But... I don't want to kill zombies with any other man besides you."

"Bang bang bang—"

The sound of M4A1 assault rifles firing continuously came from the cramped cabin. Rick took out the tactical walkie-talkie from his waist and shouted into it.

"Jason, Jason, how are things going on your end?"

The gunfire stopped a dozen seconds later, and Jason's voice came through the tactical radio.

"Captain, I ran into about thirty former crew members in the crew mess. After I used up two magazines of ammunition, I sent them all to meet Jesus."

“Well done, Jason. Keep cleaning. You know the Pennsylvania better than I do, so search it thoroughly.”

"Yes, Captain."

Then, the tactical radios fell silent.

Looking at the little woman nestled in his arms, Rick sighed helplessly and complained.

“Elisa, if you don’t act now, Jason will kill all the zombies in this submarine. Once I get this nuclear submarine back into the sea, you won’t be able to freely kill zombies for a while.”

Upon hearing this, Alyssa was taken aback for a moment, then immediately got out of Rick's arms and huffed and puffed.

"That won't do! I haven't killed enough yet!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Alyssa hurriedly ran towards the lower cabin. For Alyssa, who was currently in a state of heightened excitement, fighting Rick was certainly important, but if she had to choose to kill zombies and stay with Rick without doing anything, she would never choose to stay by Rick's side with a blue coffee candy in her mouth.

Seeing Alyssa hurriedly jump down the ladder to the next level, Rick shouted into the air below.

"Be careful, Alyssa. Remember to message me if you encounter any danger you can't handle!"

Finished.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Rick materialized a bathtub large enough to hold one person in front of him. He then used the spiritual spring water in his personal space to fill the bathtub, lifted the unconscious corpse Pierce from the ground, and threw him into the bathtub to soak.

The spiritual spring water in the bathtub continuously separated the black blood from Pierce's body.

A few dozen seconds later, the originally crystal-clear spring water was stained blood red by the black and red blood in Pierce's body.

Rick connected the bathtub's drain outlet directly to the submarine's drain outlet for drainage.

Two minutes later.

Rick drained the entire bathtub of blood, then used the spiritual spring water in his personal space to fill the bathtub again, while Pierce expelled even more dark red blood from his body.

Rick tirelessly repeated the mechanical operation of 'draining water, adding water, draining water, adding water' until, after five or six times, Pierce stopped oozing dark red blood.

His zombified body began to regenerate and reassemble at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gnawed muscle tissue grew new granulation tissue, which intertwined with the granulation tissue growing from other parts of the body until they were connected together.

Watching Pierce gradually recover while soaking in the spiritual spring water, Rick wiped the sweat from his brow and complained.

"Phew, I'm exhausted. I'll never rescue people so recklessly again. If it weren't for completing the dungeon quest, I wouldn't have wasted my points to save a minor character like you."

Rick lit a cigarette and started smoking it himself. In an instant, the entire ballistic missile launch bay was filled with the smoke from the cigarette.

Rick leaned against the launch silo, quietly enjoying his own peaceful and undisturbed leisure time.

ten minutes later.

As Rick finished his second cigarette and stubbed it out, the system's cold, emotionless mechanical voice sounded again.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the S-rank dungeon mission "Apocalyptic Catastrophe"]

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

[Instance Quest Name: Doomsday Cataclysm]

[Dungeon Quest Level: S]

[Participant in the instance quest: Rick]

[Survivors of the dungeon mission: Rick, Alyssa Clark, Jason Riley, Pierce Johnson (zombified)]

[Rescue Team for Dungeon Mission: Alyssa Clark, Jason Riley, Pierce Johnson (Zombified)]

[Number of violations of the restriction conditions: 0]

[Dungeon Quest Completion: 100%]

[Constraint completion rate: 100%]

[Clearance Rating: S]

[Completion Rewards: UGM-133 Trident D5 Submarine-Launched Ballistic Missile (Nuclear Radiation-Free Version), Branch Unlock Card (1), Branch Upgrade Points (10)]

[Special Mission Reward: Upgrade to the Personal Space System.]

[Ding! Detected that the host has perfectly cleared an S-rank dungeon mission for the first time. In addition to granting the original special mission reward of 'CH-47F Chinook transport helicopter copying privileges', the host is also rewarded with a U.S. Marine Corps gift pack.]

The U.S. Marine Corps "gift package" includes: 'AH-1Z Viper attack helicopter copy permissions', 'UH-1Y Venom attack transport helicopter copy permissions', 'CH-53K Super Stallion heavy transport helicopter copy permissions', 'MH-60S Seahawk Knight copy permissions', 'Mark-6 armed patrol boat copy permissions', 'Type 022 missile boat copy permissions', and 'Type 076 amphibious assault ship copy permissions'.

Upon seeing the reward, Rick was stunned for a moment, then became as excited as a 200-pound fat man going crazy.

"Wow! This reward is amazing! We have CH-53Ks for maritime transport, MH-60S and UH-1Ys for troop deployment, Mark 6 armed patrol boats for amphibious operations, Type 022 missile boats for encountering enemy fleets, and a Type 076 amphibious assault ship. This ship even has an electromagnetic catapult! For launching carrier-based fighter jets in the future, isn't this practically an aircraft carrier? Isn't this much better than that damn Wasp-class amphibious assault ship from the US? With this kind of combat capability, the Dawn of Light organization is nothing, and the CRM Citizens' Republic Army is nothing!"

However, when Rick opened the copy permissions and checked them one by one, he felt as if he had been thrown from the comfort of a Hawaiian beach into the freezing cold of a Siberian mine, and his whole body went numb.

“CH-53K一架要5000积分，MH-60S一架要3000积分，CH-47F一架要3000积分，AH-1Z一架要5000积分，UH-1Y一架要3000积分，Mark-6一艘要3000积分，022型导弹快艇一艘10万积分，076型两栖攻击舰一艘50万积分！”

Seeing the price, Rick was stunned. He didn't have enough points to exchange for the Type 022 missile boat, let alone the Type 076 amphibious assault ship. However, for Rick, it was only a matter of time. As long as he killed enough zombies, he could exchange for these war vehicles soon.

Having figured this out, Rick spent 3000 points to exchange for a Mark-6 armed patrol boat, and then headed towards the exit of the submarine.