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

15:11 p.m.

Itasca, south of Cedar Hill, Texas.

Ingrid walked over carrying a briefcase, opened it in front of Rick, and inside were neatly stacked $200 million.

Melvin began.

"Mr. Rick, I've brought you the $200 million as agreed. Would you like to proceed with the next step of the negotiation?"

Rick took the briefcase and replied.

"Alright, since you've kept your word and didn't shoot me in the back, we can discuss the next steps of our plan. Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick beckoned the three of them to get into the RV.

The three of them were stunned by the luxurious interior as soon as they stepped into the RV.

Two large double beds, a sofa that can accommodate three people, a luxurious kitchen area, two folding ladders that connect to the roof, a separate bathroom, a dining table, two electric massage chairs, and various storage containers. Most importantly, there is a weapon rack that can hold five assault rifles and a small ammunition box for storing ammunition.

Rick looked at the three men's expressions with smug satisfaction and said.

This RV is worth $200 million. I'm giving it to you as a gift this time. If you want more, prepare an extra $200 million for me next time we meet, and let me know in advance. This kind of RV costs $200 million each. As long as you can get the money, I can get you not only 10, but even 100.

"Yes! We want them! Please give us 10 of these RVs!"

Melvin and Niens spoke in unison.

Rick was overjoyed. Earlier, when he was modifying this RV, the vehicle system notified him that he had unlocked the copying permission for this RV. This RV only cost 200 points each, but Rick asked for 200 million points. This means that Rick only needed to spend 200 points to get 1800 points. With tears in his eyes, he earned the points of 10 RVs at the cost of one RV, and the price of 10 RVs could earn him the points of 100 RVs.

If these three weren't still here, Rick would have laughed so hard he'd squealed like a pig.

He cleared his throat and replied.

“No problem, Mr. Melvin, Mr. Niens. As long as you have $20 million worth of goods ready here at noon tomorrow, I will prepare these 10 armed RVs for you.”

"Alright, Mr. Rick, let me talk about the next business deal."

So Rick began to report the previous payments for the goods to Melvin and Niens.

"According to the deal made over the walkie-talkie, 10 Type 56-1 assault rifles, 10 AR-15 assault rifles, 10 Remington M24 bolt-action sniper rifles, 100 boxes of various types of ammunition, and 10 large medical kits, these items will cost a total of 2000 million US dollars. Adding the 10 armored RVs this time, the total is 4000 million US dollars. Is there anything else you would like to add?"

Niens began to speak.

"Yes, you mentioned fuel and water before. I remember you said that $1000 million would provide a tanker truck and a water tanker, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Niens, please continue."

What kind of food can you provide?

“You know what a refrigerated truck is, right? I’ll use that as a unit of measurement, including refrigerated trucks. A truckload of vegetables is $1000 million, a truckload of fresh meat is $2000 million, and if it’s MRE (Medium-term Rescue and Rescue) emergency rations that can be stored and preserved, a truckload is $5000 million.”

Upon hearing Rick's words, Niens and Melvin fell into a brief silence. The reason they dared to be so extravagant was because the overturned armored truck contained tens of thousands of dollars in cash. They had already spent $5000 million on RVs, weapons, ammunition, water, fuel, and medical supplies. As for food, they cared more about the truckload of MRE ready-to-eat rations than fresh fruits and vegetables. Although the taste wasn't as good as fresh meat and vegetables, the good thing was that it could be stored for a long time, and an adult only needed to eat one pack a day. That truckload of ready-to-eat rations was enough to last their dozen or so people for half a year.

“Mr. Rick, could we discuss this further? We only have 7000 million US dollars, and we would like to exchange them for a truckload of MRE emergency rations.”

"Here's a solution: you guys go rob a bank. There aren't many zombies there. I'll provide you with 10 C4 remote-controlled bombs for free. All you need to do is blow open the vault door and take out the US dollars or equivalent luxury goods. You can either keep the rest of the US dollars or use them to exchange for other things."

Upon hearing Rick's suggestion, Melvin and Nien looked at each other before Nien spoke up.

“Mr. Rick, could you provide us with weapons and ammunition first? There’s a bank in that small town called Waco to the south. We can go there, loot the bank’s vault, and bring it to you. How about that?”

Upon hearing Nien's suggestion, Rick rubbed his chin with one hand, lost in thought.

After a few dozen seconds, the three of them became anxious when Rick didn't answer. Just as Melvin was about to speak, Rick sighed and said slowly.

"Wait here for me, the weapons and ammunition will be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick left the RV under the bewildered gazes of the three men, got into the blue van that Niens and the others had driven, and then floored the gas pedal, driving off into the distance.

Ingrid asked the two of them, somewhat bewildered.

Are we just going to let him go like this?

The brothers Nien and Mels didn't say anything. Actually, they weren't sure either, and they were worried that Rick would stand them up and run away.

five minutes later.

瑞克驾驶着一辆摆放了10把56-1型突击步枪，10把AR15突击步枪，10把雷明顿M24型栓动式狙击步枪以及每种100盒弹药，以及说好的10个C4遥控炸弹的M939军用卡车回到了三人的面前。

When they saw Rick drive back in his truck, everyone was a little confused, but Rick said it in a hearty manner.

"Drive this M939 military truck back to me after you're done using it. I still need to transport other supplies for you. Once our transaction is complete and we have enough money left, I will give you this M939 military truck."

Hearing Rick's words, the three were overjoyed and quickly thanked him.

Rick got out of the car and gave instructions to the three of them.

We'll meet here again tomorrow at noon. You'll be using the weapons I've given you to kill zombies; they're much better than your old ones. Tomorrow at noon, bring your old weapons to me to exchange for new ones, and I guarantee I'll replace them all with brand-new weapons like the ones in my car.

"Thanks, Mr. Rick. I will definitely be here with one hundred million dollars by noon tomorrow. Please prepare a truckload of MRE ready-to-eat rations for us to complete the transaction."

Rick nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Okay, I'll prepare all the supplies you need tomorrow. See you at noon tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Melvin went to the driver's seat of the Coachman RV, while Gonnies went to the driver's seat of the M939 military truck. The two of them drove the two vehicles one after the other, heading south.

As the two cars gradually disappeared, Rick, carrying a briefcase containing $200 million, shouted to the system.

"System, system, convert these 200 million US dollars into points."

[Ding! Congratulations, host, the conversion was successful. 200 million US dollars has been successfully converted into 2000 points and deposited into your points balance. Please check.]

Seeing his points balance increase from 1000 to 3000, Rick breathed a sigh of relief, then materialized his Toyota Hilux armored pickup truck and sped towards John's cabin.

16:24 PM, Highway 185, John's Cottage.

Rick drove his Toyota Hilux armed pickup truck back to John's cabin. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Alyssa and the others explaining the operation and precautions of their CH-53K Super Stallion transport helicopter to John, Poor, and Charlie from the pilot's seat.

Rick cleared his throat as he walked in.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The four glanced back at Rick before returning to teaching him about the various instruments.

Seeing this, Rickton was speechless. He could only slink back to John's cabin and sit alone on John's old green sofa, which had been used for a long time, pondering his next plan.

According to Melvin and Niens' plan, if they successfully capture the bank vault in Waco City tomorrow, they will have 10 points, which they can then exchange for a Type 022 missile boat to use as a surface vessel.

However, considering that his points would be reduced to single digits after redeeming the 022 missile boat, Rick abandoned the idea. He believed that although he was not particularly powerful at the moment, he possessed nuclear weapons. Even if he launched one at Philadelphia, where the Citizen Republic was located, the CRM forces, which were under the National Guard, would not be able to stop the direct bombardment of this UGM-133 Trident II submarine-launched ballistic missile.

However, he would not use this trump card unless absolutely necessary, since launching a UGM-133 Trident II submarine-launched ballistic missile requires 10,000 points.

Just as Rick was pondering his future plans, Elisa, John, and the others returned to the cabin.

John exclaimed in surprise as soon as he entered the cabin.

“Wow, Mr. Rick, when did you get back? I wasn’t prepared at all, and I’m very sorry about that.”

As soon as he finished speaking, John gave Rick a gentlemanly bow, which made Rick, who was already speechless, even more speechless. He replied irritably.

"How's Elisa Sensei's instruction on how to fly that CH-53K Super Stallion transport helicopter? Have you all learned it?"

"Oh, you saw it all."

John and the others responded somewhat guiltily.

Rick, however, didn't take it to heart and said to the group.

"John, Laura, Charlie, how's that going? Are you ready to join me?"

The three exchanged glances, nodded slightly to the others, and spoke in unison.

"Let's join!"

"Okay, I've decided to give you some more time to think it over... Wait, what did you just say?"

The three of them spoke in unison again.

"Let's join!"

Hearing this, Rick laughed and shouted at the four of them.

"Alright! Now that you've decided to join, get on the plane, I'll take you to meet my partners."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick ran back to the CH-53K Super Stallion King transport helicopter, took out a can of aviation fuel, and began refueling the helicopter.

A few moments later, when the fuel was full, the plane slowly flew north to Dallas, with three new passengers on board.