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

8:13 am.

Annapolis, the capital of Maryland, is a port city.

The USS Hunter nuclear-powered aircraft submarine is anchored on the water three kilometers from Annapolis.

Rick took out his walkie-talkie and shouted into it.

"Attention everyone, we are approaching Annapolis. Isaac and Beckett, you two will each pilot an AH-1Z Viper attack helicopter for support. Falcon One, you will pilot a UH-1Y Venom armed transport helicopter to deliver combat personnel."

The words fell.

Once everyone had reached their designated positions, the three helicopters took off towards downtown Annapolis as the helicopter landing platform rose.

Fifteen minutes later.

West Side of Annapolis.

Rick and his team arrived at the designated CRM Republican helicopter refueling point.

As two AH-1Z Viper attack helicopters and one UH-1Y Venom attack helicopter arrived at the helicopter landing platform, intense gunfire erupted from below.

"Da da da————"

"Da da da————"

"Commander, a large number of zombies have appeared below, and the Republican soldiers are resisting them."

Upon hearing Falcon One's report, Rick decisively issued the combat order.

"Attention everyone, a large number of zombies have appeared around us. Please provide immediate support to the combat personnel below."

The words fell.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh————"

Falcon 1 pulled the button to launch the rocket.

Dozens of 70mm rockets were launched from the rocket pods on both sides of the UH-1Y.

"Boom boom boom——"

The zombies below were blown to pieces like puppets with broken strings, their mangled corpses and splattered blood staining the street.

"Louis, look! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

A soldier below shouted excitedly at a man who looked like an officer.

"Stop yelling, Worth, I'm not blind."

A man who had just inserted a magazine into the receiver of his double-bayonet M4A1 assault rifle complained.

At that moment, Rick, who was in the co-pilot position of the UH-1Y Venom attack helicopter, asked a question.

"Falcon One, how much ammunition do we have left?"

"We still have 24 70mm rockets left, enough for two more rounds. The Gatling gun is also fully loaded."

Rick rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment.

Ten seconds later.

"Falcon One, descend and use the Gatling gun to clear all the zombies from the street ahead."

"receive."

Falcon One maneuvered the helicopter down to a height of only 15 meters above the ground and pulled the firing button on the Gatling gun aimed at the dense horde of zombies on the street.

The six barrels of the 7.62mm Gatling guns on both sides of the UH-1Y unleashed a death storm at a rate of 7200 rounds per minute towards the horde of corpses below.

"Da da da————"

"Da da da————"

In an instant, the zombies below were torn apart by the metal death storm composed of 7.62mm explosive ammunition belts.

As the zombies below were torn to pieces, Falcon One let out an excited shout.

"Yay!"

"That was fucking awesome! Hahahaha."

Seeing Falcon One's excitement, Rick joked.

"You're already excited? You're already thrilled? If you were flying an A-10 Zombie attack aircraft and using that GAU-8 Avenger 30mm cannon to shoot down zombies, wouldn't you be ecstatic?"

"Hey, Commander, stop teasing me. Just think about it and forget about it. How could I possibly get an A-10 Jurchen attack aircraft to fly?"

Rick responded by crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Oh? How about we make a bet?"

Upon hearing the bet, Falcon 1 stopped pressing the launch button and raised the helicopter to a height of 30 meters.

"I love making bets, Commander. What do you want to bet on? How do we bet?"

"Didn't you doubt my ability to acquire an A-10 ground attack aircraft?"

"Let's bet on this. If I can't get an A-10 Yuzh attack aircraft within a day, I'll grant you any request you make. But if I do get one, what price are you willing to pay?"

"No problem, I'll do anything as long as it's within my capabilities."

Seeing that his target had taken the bait, Rick said with satisfaction.

"You said it yourself, I didn't force you."

After finishing the bet with Rick, Falcon 1 returned to a position only 15 meters above the ground to continue its ground-strapping attack.

However, what he didn't notice was that Rick had replenished his rocket pods and Gatling gun ammunition.

ten minutes later.

After the zombies in the last block were cleared, Falcon One carried Rick back to the CRM Republican helicopter refueling point.

When the two arrived, the two AH-1Z Viper attack helicopters were parked intact on the two helicopter landing platforms on the ground.

A few dozen seconds later, as the roar of the engine gradually subsided, Rick and Falcon One left the pilot's seat of the UH-1Y Venom attack helicopter and came to the group.

Just then, a white male Republican soldier approached Rick and introduced himself.

"Mills Keller, Second Lieutenant, reporting for duty."

Rick looked him up and down to make sure he was a character who hadn't appeared in the show before he finally responded with relief.

"Lieutenant, you must know why I'm here, right?"

"Yes, Commander Rick, Major General Bill has informed me that he has ordered me to wait here for your arrival."

"Is what I asked for ready?"

"Everything is prepared for you, this way please."

Mills led Rick to a warehouse where items were stored.

Upon entering, one immediately sees the room piled high with gold bars and US dollars.

Rick's eyes widened at the sight of these things; he hadn't expected that something he'd casually mentioned to Major General Bill could be accomplished so quickly.

"Thinking about this," Rick said.

"Mills, go outside first and refuel my UH-1Y Venom attack helicopter."

"Yes, Sir!"

After saying that, Mills turned and left the warehouse.

After waiting a few seconds and confirming that no one was around, Rick used the transformation function on the entire room.

[Ding! Detected $13 billion in US dollars and 500 gold bars in the room. Would you like to convert these into points?]

"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up and convert them!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, conversion successful! Conversion points: " ", total points balance: " "]

[Ding! Host points have reached 200 million, meeting the upgrade requirements for the Universal Recycling function. Upgrade now?]

"Up, up, up! With points, I can be this capricious!"

[Ding! The universal recycling function is being upgraded. This upgrade will take 1 hour.]

Looking at the empty warehouse, Rick closed the system interface with satisfaction and returned outside the warehouse.

At that moment, the roar of a helicopter could be heard in the distance.

Rick looked up in the direction the helicopter had come from.

Three UH-60M Black Hawk helicopters with white three-ring markings were seen flying towards this direction.

Rick walked over to Mills and asked him.

"What's wrong with Mills?"

“Commander Rick, that’s Major General Richard Vance’s unit. I just received orders that they are going to resupply here.”

"Okay, you can proceed with the coordination. Don't worry about me."

"Yes."

A moment later, three UH-60M Black Hawk helicopters landed on three other helicopter landing platforms.

When the doors of the three helicopters opened, three teams of Republican soldiers stepped out, but instead of the anti-bite suits developed by the Republicans, they wore Rick's black Stormtrooper-style anti-bite combat suits.

Seeing this, Beckett and Isaac approached Rick and asked him in confusion.

"Boss, how did they get our bite protection suits?"

Rick also found it strange. He remembered that he had given his thousand Stormtrooper-style bite-resistant combat suits to Elizabeth Kubrek's CRM Republican Army combat troops stationed in Omaha. He didn't expect the suits to appear here. Faced with this situation, Rick decided to wait and see.

However, Isaac, who had a somewhat volatile temper, took the initiative to step forward and question him.

"Hey, where did you get this outfit?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and one of the soldiers reacted and mocked.

"Another fearless guy has arrived. Brothers, teach him a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, several tall Republican soldiers handed their double-bayonet M4A1 assault rifles to their comrades and walked toward Isaac.

"Huh? What's wrong with you guys...?"

Before Isaac could finish speaking, one of the strongest Republican soldiers swung his fist at Isaac's head.

Isaac instinctively tilted his head to the side, dodging the incoming punch.

He raised his right leg and kicked the Republican soldier in the stomach.

"boom----"

The soldier was kicked to the ground, clutching his groin and howling.

"Ugh! You bastard, you have no sportsmanship, you only attack low-lifes! It hurts like hell!"

"You talk about martial ethics? Without saying a word, you threw a punch at my face. Luckily, I dodged quickly, or I would be the one lying on the ground."

The others were stunned. The soldier who had fallen to the ground was the strongest among them, but after seeing him being kicked down, the others looked at Isaac in front of them with great fear.

The soldier lying on the ground, clutching his groin, stood up shakily with his toes pointing inwards and spoke to the people behind him.

"Brothers, don't be afraid. He's just one person, while there are over twenty of us. Since he's so unethical and only uses dirty tricks, let's not hold back and just gang up on him!"

"Yes! Jack is right, brothers, there are more of us than him. Let's gang up on him and beat him up!"

In an instant, Isaac was surrounded by more than twenty Republican soldiers.

Just then, the strong soldier who was clutching his groin spoke to the crowd.

"Brothers, hold him down first, let me handle this..."

"boom----"

He was kicked to the ground again by a groin kick.

This time, the pain completely subsided.

They all turned around to look at the kick that had been delivered.

This person was none other than Rick, who was standing there looking extremely pretentious.