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

14:08 p.m.

John's cabin in the southern suburbs of Cedar Hill, Texas.

Rick strode away, while Alyssa remained silent the entire time. John and the others, who were sitting in their chairs in a daze, stared blankly as Rick walked further and further away.

"Wait a minute! Mr. Rick!"

Charlie ran out and caught up with Rick and Alyssa before Rick could leave.

Rick looked at Charlie, who was panting as he caught up, and was a little puzzled.

"Charlie, why are you out here?"

“Mr. Rick, with me by your side, the negotiations will be much easier.”

"Oh? Is that so? Elisa, you stay here with Charlie, I'll be right back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick turned and ran away without waiting for Alyssa and Charlie to say anything, leaving Alyssa and Charlie standing there in a daze.

..........

Once Rick was far enough away, he went to an open area and materialized a Bell-206L helicopter.

A moment later, he piloted the helicopter toward Milford, which was not far from Itasca.

Five minutes later, Milford Town.

Looking down at the dense horde of corpses, Rick's lips curled into a satisfied, wicked smile. He opened the helicopter window, conjured an M32A1 grenade launcher, placed a 40mm incendiary grenade into the magazine, and closed it.

He pointed the muzzle of the M32A1 grenade launcher through the open window, aimed it at the center below, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang---"

The 40mm incendiary grenade shot out from the launcher of the M32A1 grenade launcher and flew towards the densest horde of zombies below.

"Boom—"

A black and red mushroom cloud rose from the ground below the street, and countless sparks bloomed like flowers in the center of the zombie horde.

The zombies in the very center of the explosion were torn to pieces by the shrapnel and shockwave from the 40mm incendiary grenade, while the other zombies that did not die immediately had their fibrous clothing and rotting skin ignited by the white phosphorus produced by the 40mm incendiary grenade.

In an instant, the entire street was engulfed in flames, which spread from dozens of zombies to hundreds, turning them into walking, mobile torches.

five minutes later.

Rick's points balance began to skyrocket, from zero to over 700, and it was still increasing at a rate of 1 point per second.

The low growl of the helicopter's engine successfully drew all the nearby zombies toward them.

Every time a zombie is burned to a skeleton, another zombie will rush forward, only to be ignited by the flames from the other zombies.

Even so, the zombies, fearless of death, raised their burning arms and groveled wildly at the helicopter, which was more than twenty meters away from them.

Seeing this comical scene, Rick decided to go big. He put the M32A1 grenade launcher back into his personal space, opened the store and spent 50 points to exchange for 10 incendiary grenades. He then piloted the helicopter to find a wide intersection.

Moments later, at the crossroads in the middle of the town, Rick successfully conjured up a number of over a thousand zombies.

He simply tied the 10 incendiary grenades together with duct tape, then took a thin rope and tied all the metal rings of the 10 incendiary grenades together, making a simple cluster incendiary grenade.

Looking at his creation and then at the growing number of zombies below, Rick pulled the helicopter to a suitable height. He opened the cabin window again, grabbed the string of wires, and pulled hard, ripping off all ten iron rings. He then threw down a makeshift cluster incendiary grenade made of ten incendiary grenades tied together.

"Flying duck!"

"Boom—"

A tremendous explosion came from below, and a mushroom cloud five stories high rose from the ground, completely destroying everything around it. The dense horde of corpses below was also reduced to ashes in the explosion.

When the mushroom cloud dissipated, flames burned on the ground, and charred limbs and severed bodies were piled up. The scene was filled with the stench of burning corpses, which prompted Rick, who was in the air, to quickly close the window.

Looking down at the chaotic street below, Rick shook his head helplessly and complained.

"Sigh, I used too much force. I should have tied five more. Now the zombies have been wiped out in one go. How am I supposed to proceed slowly now?"

He then piloted the helicopter toward the agreed-upon location, the town of Aitaska.

five minutes later.

Itasca town, post office.

Rick, who arrived early, smiled with satisfaction as he saw his points rise from over 700 to over 1900. He then began to exchange for the corresponding supplies as promised.

[10 AR15 assault rifles, 15 points each, each rifle comes with an underbarrel M9 multi-purpose knife, a universal tactical grip, a red dot sight, and a mini thief's charm, costing 150 points]

[Type 56-1 Assault Rifle (abbreviated as Type 56), 15 points each, each comes with a triangular bayonet and a mini thief's charm. Since it has not undergone the Kentucky Escape, the design of this rifle is no different from the AK-47, except that it has an additional bayonet storage slot at the bottom. Costs 150 points]

[10 large medical kits, 10 points each, containing 10 servings of medical alcohol, overnight sanitary napkins, styptic powder, bandages, painkillers, adrenaline, anti-inflammatory drugs, cold medicine, and other commonly used medications, 100 points]

[10 Remington M24 bolt-action sniper rifles, 20 points each, each comes with a dedicated suppressor, a commonly used 6x sniper scope, and a mini thief's charm, costing 200 points]

【100盒5.56x45毫米子弹，100盒7.62x39毫米子弹，100盒7.62x51毫米子弹，消费300积分】

These items cost Rick a total of 900 points, reducing the 2000 points he had just earned by killing zombies to 1100 points.

However, for the big fat sheep that's coming soon, spending these points is well worth it.

Having figured this out, Rick closed the system interface and stored the Bell-206L helicopter in the vehicle storage area of ​​his personal space. He then materialized a silver-gray Coachman 1985 Model A motorhome from the vehicle storage area. This motorhome was the same model that Grimes and others drove to Alexandria in the original series The Walking Dead. However, thanks to Rick's repairs, the motorhome had now been upgraded from the 1985 model to the 2010 model. This operation also consumed 100 points of Rick's credits.

Rick fitted this silver-gray RV with run-flat tires and bulletproof windows that can withstand direct hits from 7.62mm full-power rounds. The roof has been replaced with a heavy weapon mount, where the gunman can mount an M2HB heavy machine gun, an MK-19 40mm automatic grenade launcher, or an M134 Gatling gun.

However, since Rick doesn't have a strong need for this, let alone use it as a token of goodwill in a transaction, there's no need for him to modify it into an armed vehicle. Such modifications are sufficient for Melvin and Niens.

Rick lay contentedly on the roof of the RV, basking in the sun and listening to music.

Time quickly passed and it was 15 PM.

A van with dried blood splattered on its side slowly drove toward Rick.

At this moment, Rick, who was sitting in the car sunbathing, slowly stood up after seeing his target. He had already prepared a flashbang and a stun grenade.

If anyone dares to launch a surprise attack, they can be ruthless.

The van stopped a short distance in front of Rick, and two men and a woman got out. All three were carrying a gun. The man in the baseball cap was carrying an AR15 assault rifle, the man in the vest and white shirt was carrying an Ithaca M37 pump-action shotgun, and the woman was carrying an M14 semi-automatic rifle. Rick recognized the other two men at a glance, except for the woman. However, he pretended not to know them and spoke first.

"who are you?"

Upon hearing Rick speak, the man in the vest and white shirt holding an Ithaca M37 pump-action shotgun was taken aback for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and responded.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Rick?"

"It's me. Are you here for Melvin?"

Hearing this, the atmosphere between the two sides eased considerably, and the man responded.

“It’s me, Mr. Rick. I am Melvin, the leader of the Vulture Organization. This is my brother, Cornynes, and this lady is my partner, Ingrid.”

The man wearing a brown-grey baseball cap and with a scar on his face spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Rick, this is Niens. We made an appointment over the walkie-talkie, and we've come to keep it. Where is your sincerity?"

"Bang---"

Rick jumped off the roof of the RV to show off, but the height made his legs go numb, and he almost lost his balance and ruined his show.

Rick returned to the RV and retrieved a Type 56-1 assault rifle, an AR15 assault rifle, an M24 bolt-action sniper rifle, and a large first-aid kit. He carried these items to the three men and placed the two guns on the hood of the RV.

"As a token of my sincerity, this RV, these three guns, and this large medical kit represent my sincerity. I wonder if you have brought your sincerity as well?"

Melvin gave Ingrid a wink, and she immediately went over, picked up the large medical kit, and when she unzipped it, she saw that it was filled with enough pills for 10 people. She couldn't contain her excitement and turned to Melvin.

"All the medical supplies here are genuine, including a full range of medicines for 10 people. The selection is quite comprehensive."

Rick pointed to the three men's weapons and said.

"You can try these three weapons of mine; they're definitely much better than the junk you have."

Just then, more than a dozen zombies came out and saw four living people on the street not far away. They growled and attacked the four people.

Seeing this, Rick simply tossed the Type 56-1 assault rifle to Melvin, who was holding an Ithaca M37 pump-action shotgun.

"then!"

Upon hearing Rick's words, Melvin caught the Type 56-1 assault rifle that Rick threw to him with one hand, and then immediately pulled the trigger at the zombie in front of him.

"Bang bang bang—"

"Bang bang bang—"

7.62x39mm high-powered bullets were fired from the muzzle of the Type 56-1 assault rifle. The moment these full-powered bullets touched the zombies, they shattered large chunks of rotting flesh and even pierced their brains.

A moment later, more than a dozen zombies died. Melvin looked at the weapon with satisfaction and said to Ingrid.

“Mr. Rick’s weapons are indeed better than ours. In that case, Ingrid, bring Mr. Rick the $200 million. Our Vulture organization cannot neglect our esteemed arms supplier.”