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

16:30 p.m.

Dallas, Texas, CRM Civic Republican Army fuel depot.

A CH-53K Super Stallion transport helicopter was parked on the second helicopter landing platform on a building, while a black UH-60M Black Hawk helicopter with a white three-ring logo was parked on another helicopter landing platform.

As soon as they got off the plane, Charlie looked around like a curious child, and John was no less so, except that he was an adult and not like a naive child.

Joan, who was next to Charlie, seemed much calmer. She glanced at her surroundings and then got off the plane.

A squad of soldiers dressed in black Stormtrooper-style bite-proof combat uniforms and carrying M4A1 assault rifles with double bayonets and AR15 assault rifles with bayonets appeared at the stairwell.

Upon seeing this, Joan and John instinctively placed their hands on the grips of their weapons, while Charlie trembled behind them.

Rick stepped forward and hugged the two of them affectionately, complaining to them together.

"It seems I've returned just in time; the smell of cooking on you gives away that you've been preparing dinner."

The two women removed their tactical helmets, revealing their true faces; they were Annie and Tara.

“I’m making the vegetable salad, and Anne is in charge of making the roasted ribs and beef stir-fry with peppers.”

Upon hearing Tara's words, Rick couldn't help but look at Annie beside him and asked in surprise.

"I've only made that dish twice, and you've already mastered it just by watching?"

"Yes, I'm quite confident in my photographic memory."

Hearing Annie's words, Rick commented with great interest.

"I've prepared omeprazole enteric-coated capsules. I'll definitely enjoy your beef stir-fry with chili peppers tonight."

Hearing Rick's complaints, Annie immediately became unhappy.

"Eat it or don't, do you really think I'm cooking for you? You're so presumptuous, humph."

After saying that, Annie went back to her floor on her own.

Seeing that Annie showed him no respect whatsoever, Rick could only manage a wry smile before turning to Tara beside him for an answer.

"How is El? Is she alright?"

Tara shook her head and answered with a serious expression.

"She is still in a coma, and she even had a fever right after you left."

Upon hearing this, Rick ignored Alyssa, John, and the other two behind him and walked straight inside.

Tara didn't come over; she walked up to Elisa and the other three and spoke.

"You're the new recruits Rick hired, right?"

Everyone nodded slightly.

“My name is Tara Chambler, you can just call me Tara. Rick is my husband. He’s off to take care of my other sister’s business. Please come with me, I’ll take you to your room.”

When Tara mentioned "my husband" and "another sister," Alyssa was taken aback at first, and then asked Tara.

"Excuse me, how many wives does Rick have?"

Tara answered instinctively without even thinking.

"Including me, there's Annie, Al who he went to see, Jennifer who just joined, and the two sisters Maggie and Beth who are far away in Atlanta, making a total of six."

"boom----"

Elisa felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her head. She never expected that her husband would be so unfaithful, finding her six "sisters." Although in her eyes Tara wasn't very old, she was the one who came later, and according to seniority, she could only call Tara "older sister."

Besides, Alyssa and Rick have already slept together, so it's too late for her to back out now; she might even be pregnant with his child.

Having come to this conclusion, Elisa could only accept the status quo and follow Tara down to the next floor.

Inside the building, in El's room.

Looking at Al, who had an ice pack on his forehead, a pale face, and cracked lips, Rick felt an immense pain in his heart. He glanced at the ibuprofen sustained-release capsules and compound pseudoephedrine hydrochloride sustained-release capsules on the bedside table and decided not to take out any more fever reducers.

"boom----"

Al's door opened, and a woman walked in. It was Jennifer, the daughter of Lieutenant Colonel Elizabeth Kubrek, who had died.

Rick, where did my mother go?

Rick was stunned when he saw the person in front of him.

“Jennifer? Weren’t you at the IRA fuel depot in Galveston? What are you doing here?”

Looking at Jennifer's red and swollen eyes, Rick knew she had been crying not long ago. Looking at the still innocent Jennifer, Rick hugged her and stroked her brown hair. Rick decided to tell her the cruel truth.

“Jennifer, your mother was ambushed and killed by a special type of zombie in the Dawn of Light Biological Research Institute. At the time, I was fighting a giant zombie in the laboratory deep underground when I was knocked unconscious by the impact of the C4 remote-controlled bomb.”

Upon hearing Rick's words, Jennifer's tears welled up again. She patted Rick's shoulder and questioned her man.

"Waaaaah, why did you have to go fight those giant zombies at that time? Why didn't you send someone to protect her? Waaaaah!"

"Snapped----"

A crisp sound of a clapper ringing out echoed in the small dormitory room.

A handprint appeared on Jennifer's beautiful right cheek.

At that moment, Rick and Jennifer were both stunned, and they both looked at the person who had swung the bag.

El was running a fever and had just woken up with sweat still dripping from his head.

Just as Jennifer was about to explode, Al spoke first and questioned Jennifer.

"Do you know how dangerous that situation was? Have you seen the terrifying destructive power of that giant zombie? Did you know that that giant zombie also possessed a certain level of intelligence and could control and command other zombies?"

Rick released his arms from Jennifer and stood aside like a schoolboy who had done something wrong, remaining silent.

Jennifer, who was woken up by the blow, yelled at Al, who was still shivering from a high fever.

"Oh, so you sick cat dare to hit me? Don't think I won't do anything to you just because you have a fever..."

"Snapped----"

A loud slap landed on Jennifer's intact left cheek. This scene instantly brought Rick, who had OCD and would die if his wife wasn't asymmetrical, to a sense of relief. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't hit his woman, he would have already slapped Jennifer's left cheek with a big slap.

"So what if I hit you? If I didn't have a fever, you'd still be Rick's wife, one of my sisters, and I'd teach you a lesson on how to be a woman."

Rick muttered to himself after hearing what El said.

"Good heavens, I'm really impressed. This woman, El, is really amazing after putting down the camera. No wonder she's known as 'Great Misaki.' Her decisive and reasonable style is just like Misaki's."

Jennifer was completely disoriented after being beaten up by Al and his two burly men. At that moment, the same question kept repeating in her mind: "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

"Let me tell you, if we don't kill that giant zombie that can control other zombies and evolve, once it leaves that evil organization's research institute, all the zombies in Dallas will gather at its feet. At that time, not only here, but the whole of North America will have a terrifying zombie king, and we human survivors will face the risk of extinction."

At this moment, Jennifer calmed down a bit under the weight of the two men. She thought of her mother's death and murmured to herself.

"But my mother, she..."

El retorted directly.

"I've heard about what happened with Lieutenant Colonel Elizabeth. If you're going to hate someone, hate the culprits behind all this, the 'Dawn of Light' organization. It was these inhuman beasts who created the special type of zombies that killed your mother. You need to become strong, learn combat skills, and one day kill them all to avenge your mother, instead of crying and whining like a spoiled child, clinging to our husbands and looking for your mother!"

After hearing what Al said, Jennifer roared.

"The hatred for murdering one's mother is irreconcilable! You vile beasts of Dawn of Light, wash your necks and wait for me to skin you alive one by one!"

"boom----"

After saying that, Jennifer slammed the door and left again.

Rick secretly praised Al for what he said to Jennifer.

"El's words are excellent. He has successfully shifted Jennifer's hatred and conflicts onto the Dawn of Light organization. Judging from Jennifer's current state, it won't be long before she becomes a seasoned female warrior. At that time, I will capture the members of the Dawn of Light alive and avenge Jennifer."

Having figured this out, Rick helped El sit down and touched her forehead to comfort her.

"Yes, the fever has gone down a bit. Don't get angry, just rest well."

A forced smile appeared on El's pale face.

"I'm fine. By the way, how's that mutating zombie? Did you take care of it?"

Rick nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"It was dead beyond dead. I used 100 C4 remote-controlled bombs to turn the Dawn of Light Biological Research Institute into ruins."

Hearing this, Al breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against Rick.

Rick took a bottle of basic recovery potion from the universal recycling machine in his personal space and handed it to El, explaining the contents.

"El, this is a basic recovery potion recycled by the universal recycling machine. After you drink it, your body will recover quickly within half an hour, and you will be healthy again in less than one night."

El took the bottle of clear, colorless, and odorless potion and drank it all in one gulp.

A moment later, El's pale face turned rosy, her chapped lips regained color and moisture, and her feverish forehead gradually returned to normal temperature under the effects of the basic recovery potion.

"Wow, this medicine is amazing! My head, which was feeling dizzy, is now fine, and my stomach doesn't hurt anymore."

Looking at Al, who had recovered completely, Rick stood up and said to her.

"Look at how energetic you are, it seems this bottle of basic recovery potion was just what I needed. If Tara and Annie were here, they would be so happy to see you healthy again."

"However, only Mieko, Misaki and I know about this basic recovery potion for now, and I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Okay, let's go... Wait, who are Mieko and Misaki?"

However, when Al turned to look at Rick, he found that Rick had already run away in a flash.

El's angry roarer.

"Rick! You womanizing bastard, don't let me catch you, or I'll show you what I'm made of!"