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

10:30 am.

South Beach, Galveston, Texas.

After leaving the USS Pennsylvania strategic nuclear submarine, it returned to the ground via a ladder on a fire truck, and then activated its capabilities to store the nuclear submarine and the fire truck in its personal space's vehicle storage area.

He then went to a mooring point for motorboats not far from the beach and materialized a Mark-6 armed patrol boat from his personal space next to it.

The moment the armed patrol boat appeared in front of Rick, a window displaying detailed data about it appeared before him.

Vehicle Name: Mark-6 Armed Patrol Boat

[Length: 28 meters]

Width: 6.7 meters

[Draft: 1.2 meters]

Displacement: 72 tons

Number of passengers: 10

Maximum speed: 45 knots

Cruising speed: 30 knots

[Powertrain: Two MTU 16V2000M94 diesel engines]

Engine power: 5200 horsepower

Maximum range: 600 nautical miles

[Weapon configuration: Two Mk-38-Mod-2 25mm remote-controlled rapid-fire cannons, six heavy weapon mounts, capable of mounting M2HB heavy machine guns, M134 rapid-fire machine guns, and MK-19 grenade launchers]

Seeing this configuration, Rick closed the system interface with satisfaction. Although the Mark-6 armed patrol boat in front of him only had two Mk-38-Mod-2 25mm remote-controlled rapid-fire cannons, he could still customize the remaining six heavy weapon mounts according to his tactical needs.

"rub---"

Rick jumped onto the armed patrol boat, then went to the driver's seat, started the engine, and headed towards the Gulf of Mexico.

Thirty minutes later.

11:08 AM, in the central Gulf of Mexico.

On the calm sea, a Mark-6 armed patrol boat without any flags appeared in the bay.

Rick reached the stern of the armed patrol boat and activated his ability, materializing the Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarine USS Pennsylvania on the sea surface.

But just then, the system's emotionless, mechanical voice rang out again.

[Ding! The Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarine 'Pennsylvania' has completed its upgrade, consuming all of the host's inventory points.]

"What was bound to happen has finally happened. You fucking system, I'll be up at 8 AM every morning, you just wait!"

Rick had just finished cursing viciously when the system's voice sounded again.

[Ding! What did you just say, host? This system didn't hear you clearly.]

"It's nothing, it's nothing, System Daddy, take care..."

The system ignored Rick and disappeared again.

Tens of seconds later.

Rick breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the system had shut down.

"This cunning system is getting more and more sly."

Looking at the brand-new and perfect USS Pennsylvania in front of him, Rick climbed up to the pylon and then entered the submarine from the top.

Upon arriving here, Rick was stunned by the surroundings.

The complex piping has disappeared, replaced by luxurious decorative frames, expensive carpets on the floor, and famous paintings hanging on the bulkheads.

Rick began to walk inside, where increasingly luxurious items appeared on the submarine's bulkhead. He first went to the combat command room.

The once complex and cramped command center has become incredibly spacious. The complex combat equipment has disappeared, replaced by a 3D stereoscopic combat projector and a luxurious throne.

The ladders that originally required climbing up and down have been replaced with normal-sized elevators.

Rick took the elevator to the captain's lounge, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he was once again stunned by the luxurious environment of the captain's lounge.

Comparable to the most luxurious suites at the Burj Al Arab in Dubai, this suite features cutting-edge projectors that simulate various environments, making those within the projection area feel as if they are in a dream world. It also boasts a luxurious kitchen area that can automatically cook any dish, two top-of-the-line computers, a huge home theater, a platform filled with various luxurious and expensive wines, an ice cream maker, comfortable massage chairs, a hot spring area, and most importantly, a fully automated voice-controlled personal assistant named "Xiao Ai".

Seeing this, Rick almost didn't want to leave. He had previously blamed the system for deducting extra points from him to repair the submarine, but now he felt that the points were well spent.

Rick experienced all the entertainment facilities firsthand, and he couldn't wait to pull Mieko and Misaki out of his personal space.

Mieko and Misaki were preparing lunch in the RV when they suddenly found themselves here. Misaki was holding a kitchen knife and yelling at Rick in front of her.

"You bastard! Rick, you heartless scoundrel, how dare you let me out! I'll personally teach you a lesson you won't forget..."

Misaki was stunned by her surroundings. She found that the environment had transformed into a bustling Hawaiian beach, and the only people in the room were herself, Mieko, and Rick. She reached out to touch a Chinese boy who was walking past her, but her hand passed right through his arm. The boy politely bowed to her and then ran towards his parents on the beach.

Seeing this, Misaki showed a relieved expression. She reached out and stroked her flat stomach, looking just like a loving mother.

Just then, Rick walked over, put the kitchen knife, still covered in carrot bits, into his personal storage, then hugged her from behind, gently stroking her flat stomach to comfort her.

"Misaki, getting angry is bad for our child."

Feeling the warmth of her man, Misaki blushed. She turned her head away with a touch of arrogance, pouting like a jealous little woman.

"Hmph, I'm carrying your own child, and you're still going out and fooling around with Mieko behind my back. Are the two of us not enough for you?"

Rick, holding Misaki, was immediately embarrassed and didn't know how to answer her question. In Rick's opinion, he had indeed acted unfairly, having only protected Mieko and Misaki in his space for a short week.

Within that week, Rick married four more wives: Al, Annie, Jennifer, and Alyssa. Although these women were nothing like Misaki and Mieko, he was still an ethically terrible man for having affairs while his first wife was pregnant. He couldn't refute Misaki's question, which came from the depths of his soul.

After realizing this, Rick gave a wry smile and changed the subject.

"Look how beautiful the environment here is! How about you and Mieko live here for a while? When you get hungry, there are machines here that can automatically cook any food in the world. The surrounding environment can also be changed, so I guarantee you and Mieko won't get bored staying here."

Misaki clearly didn't buy Rick's explanation; she was still resentful that her man had locked her and Mieko in his personal space.

"Hmph, it's just a change of environment, what's the difference from before?"

Rickon was speechless. Just as he looked for Mihoko with a pleading gaze, he found that Mihoko was already enjoying her meal in the automatic cooking area. At this moment, Mihoko was holding a golden and crispy fried chicken leg in her left hand and a skewer of grilled meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside in her right hand. There was a large glass of cola on the table. She was eating with a greasy face and looked very comfortable. She was completely unaware of the man who was hugging her best friend.

Seeing this, Rick was speechless. He realized that since Mieko learned she was pregnant, she had become increasingly different from her former gentle and virtuous image, which made the straight man who never thought he was wrong begin to reflect on himself.

"Could it be that I really misjudged Mieko?"

Just as Rick was stroking Misaki's flat stomach, a sound came that made Misaki blush.

“咕噜———”

"Ah, this..."

"What are you 'huh'ing me for? I haven't eaten yet. How long do you plan to keep hugging me like this?"

Misaki had long been attracted by the aroma of the chicken leg and Xinjiang-style grilled meat skewers in Mieko's hands, but her straight man held her tightly and wouldn't let go, which made Misaki, who was already starving, even more annoyed.

Seeing this, Rick awkwardly released Misaki and gave instructions to the housekeeper in the room.

"Xiao Ai, come out quickly!"

【Hello, esteemed Captain Rick, this is Xiao Ai, your voice assistant. What can I do for you?】

"Xiao Ai, Ms. Nohara Mieko over there and Ms. Shiina Misaki next to me are my two wives. They are both pregnant with our little master. While I'm away, you are responsible for taking good care of them and their unborn children, understand?"

[Xiao Ai understands. Xiao Ai will definitely take good care of the two ladies and the little ones in their bellies.]

Hearing this, Rick pulled the reluctant Misaki into his arms again and asked considerately.

"Madam, what would you like to eat? I'll have Xiao Ai make it for you."

Misaki swallowed hard, pointed at Mieko who was happily devouring fried chicken legs and Western-style kebabs, and replied in a haughty yet coquettish tone.

"Honey~ I want to eat the fried chicken legs and Xinjiang-style grilled meat skewers that Mihoko eats."

Hearing the proud and beautiful girl call him "husband," Rick felt a jolt of electricity run through him, and he hugged Misaki with overwhelming joy.

"Just because you called me 'husband' just now, I'll make sure you and Mihoko eat your fill of fried chicken legs and Xinjiang-style kebabs today!"

He turned to his housekeeper, Xiao Ai, and gave her instructions.

"Xiao Ai, did you hear what Mrs. Misaki said?"

Yes, Captain Rick, the automatic cooker is preparing 'fried chicken legs' and 'Western-style roasted meat skewers', please wait a moment.

"Wow, not bad! You're much smarter than the stupid AIs I've seen before."

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"No problem, no problem. As long as you make me and my two ladies comfortable, all these things are fine."

five minutes later.

Several fried chicken legs and several skewers of Xinjiang-style grilled meat appeared on the table. Misaki could already smell the aroma of the two delicacies in the air. She let go of Rick and couldn't wait to go to her seat. Following Mieko's example, she held a fried chicken leg in her left hand and a Xinjiang-style grilled meat skewer in her right hand, and they enjoyed the meal together.

"Mmm! This deep-fried chicken leg, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, is the best fried chicken leg I've ever had."

Mieko chimed in from the side.

"Try this Western Region-style grilled meat skewers, they're absolutely delicious!"

Seeing his two wives chatting and eating, Rick, feeling out of place, could only give a helpless bitter smile before silently leaving the room and heading towards other compartments in the submarine.