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

9:37 am.

Annapolis, Maryland: CRM Republican Army helicopter refueling depot.

The crowd was taken aback when they saw Rick suddenly make his move, but they quickly surrounded him as well.

Rick, far from being flustered, instead laughed and complained.

"Oh my, if you can't beat them, you resort to ganging up. It's a shame you're not one of the elite troops that Major General Richard Vance brought from Fort Benning."

Rick's words enraged the crowd, and they were all itching to rush forward and teach the insolent man a lesson.

"boom----"

Gunshots rang out behind them.

Upon hearing the gunshot, everyone instinctively turned around to look at the man who fired the shot.

The one who fired the shot was none other than Lieutenant Mills Keller, the person in charge of the fuel supply point. He angrily reprimanded the people in front of him.

"Have you all caused enough trouble? You actually dared to lay a hand on a major officer who is of higher rank than you?"

Upon hearing this, the previously angry crowd immediately dispersed to make way.

Rick and Isaac stepped out of the crowd and came to Mills' side, speaking in an appreciative tone.

"Kid, you're pretty good. Want to work for me? I can put you in charge of managing the Fort Benning military base."

"Commander Rick, you flatter me. I'd much rather be flying a fighter jet through the sky than managing the base."

Upon hearing this, Rick was moved by the talent.

"So, you can fly a fighter jet? Which model? Tell me more about it."

“I served as a pilot at Andrews Air Force Base, and I flew A-10s, F-15s, and F-16s.”

“Great! I have fighter jets here, but I lack pilots. Would you be interested in coming to my place?”

Mills hesitated when Rick offered him a job. A month had passed since he arrived at the refueling depot as its manager, and he longed to return to the skies.

However, Andrews Air Force Base had already been overrun by zombies, and many fighter jets had been damaged to varying degrees. Even the F-16 he initially piloted was severely damaged in the fall. Although Andrews Air Force Base has now been taken back by the CRM Republican Army, many fighter jets are now scrapped and unusable. Many pilots have either switched to flying helicopters or to working as managers at fuel supply points in various locations. Mills was one of these people.

Sensing Mills' hesitation, Rick decided to increase his bet.

“Mills, come to me and I can guarantee you access to more advanced F-22 Raptor fighter jets and F-35 Thunder II fighter jets. As long as you come, I can get them.”

"Alright! Officer Rick, I agree!"

Rick patted Mills on the shoulder with satisfaction and teased him.

“A fledgling bird trapped on the ground will eventually return to the free sky, and you are that fledgling bird, and I am the one who helps you return to the sky.”

The conversation between the two left the people next to them completely bewildered.

Just then, Richard Vance's voice came through Rick's communicator.

"Major Rick, the three UH-60M Black Hawk helicopters and 28 combat personnel I sent are guards I selected for you. They are all non-commissioned officers I brought from Fort Benning military base, and they can help you train the personnel."

"Thank you, Major General Richard. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I hope you can take back Fort Benning, and I've heard you're looking for US dollars and gold?"

"Yes, Major General Richard, do you have any leads?"

"There is a large amount of gold buried beneath the Benning Fort military base. If you can conquer that place, I will give you all of this gold."

Upon hearing about the gold, Rick was wide awake and said with a touch of excitement.

"If you want to talk about this, I'm not sleepy anymore. Forget about helping or not, it's just a fallen military base. Leave this to me."

"Okay, when you come back, I'll collect a batch of US dollars and send them over for you."

Finished.

Rick hung up the communicator and spoke to the people in front of him.

"Listen up, everyone. I am Major Rick. The Stormtrooper-style bite-resistant combat suits you are wearing were developed by me."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Rick differently. Before they came here, Major General Richard had specially requested 28 sets of Stormtrooper-style bite-resistant combat suits from the Omaha garrison, in order to equip these 28 sergeants with new gear so that they could return to Fort Benning military base to take control of the underground nuclear weapons silos.

These 28 people all knew that training Rick's troops was just a pretext; their real purpose was to infiltrate Rick's organization, thoroughly understand his situation, and then make further plans.

However, Rick was unaware of all this. He still thought that Fort Benning held some special significance for Richard. Looking at these 28 people, although he didn't like them either, their combat skills were what Rick needed. Moreover, Rick wasn't worried about their betrayal. With the All-Powerful Bracelet, he only needed to consume some points to resolve the crisis of betrayal.

Fifteen minutes later.

Rick spent 2800 points to modify all 28 soldiers, turning them into soldiers who are now loyal only to him.

做完这一切后，瑞克将这28名士兵双插刺刀M4A1突击步枪的武器收缴，随后兑换了28支M249伞兵型班用轻机枪。

Rick did not make any major modifications to these light machine guns, but simply equipped them with M203 grenade launchers and EGOMII machine gun sights.

However, these light machine guns have been significantly enhanced. Their power, range, noise, and recoil have all far exceeded the standard of 5.56x45mm. In other words, the power of this bullet has surpassed the standard of 7.62x51 full-power round and has just reached the penetration power of .338 Magnum round.

Furthermore, Rick added the double affixes of Loki, the god of cunning, unlimited ammo, and no need to reload to this machine gun, so that it would never have to worry about ammo issues.

Even so, the 28 M249 paratrooper squad automatic weapons cost Rick 8400 points, but for Rick at this point, it was just 8 cents out of every 4 dollars.

Looking at the 28 soldiers who were fully armed, Rick gave them their first task.

"Listen up, everyone. Work in groups of three and collect all the gold and US dollars in Annapolis. If you encounter any unfriendly survivors or zombies, shoot and kill them. You have two days to complete this task. Eventually, someone will take you away from there."

After receiving Rick's orders, the group quickly split into teams, with the remaining person acting as the helicopter pilot responsible for dropping the nine three-person teams to various locations throughout Annapolis.

"Isaac, Beckett, you two will use the other two UH-60M Black Hawk helicopters to drop these people over there. Falcon One, you will use the UH-1Y Venom attack helicopter to provide cover for them. If you spot a large number of zombies, just fire without asking for permission."

Upon receiving the order, the group quickly sprang into action, and four helicopters slowly took off, flying in three directions towards Annapolis.

At this moment, another Republican soldier named Worth and an African American sergeant named Lewis approached Rick and introduced themselves.

"Commander Rick, my name is Louis, and his name is Worth. We are both soldiers at Andrews Air Force Base, but we are responsible for ground maintenance. I wonder if we are of interest to you?"

Hearing this, Rick looked at the two men as if he had discovered a treasure. His army now had pilots, but lacked ground crew and aircraft maintenance personnel, which gave him a headache. Now that these two were here, they could maintain and repair any damaged aircraft without him having to store them in his personal space's super parking lot for repairs.

Having figured this out, Rick extended an olive branch to the two of them.

"It's a waste of your talents for you two to stay here. Since you're so sincere in joining me, I'll accept you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick spent another 200 points to turn Worth and Louis into soldiers who were loyal only to him.

Two days later.

When everyone returned home laden with their spoils, Rick was grinning from ear to ear.

The operation yielded a total of $37 billion in US dollars, 300 gold bars, and countless luxury goods.

Rick converted all these supplies into points, earning a total of points. Adding these points to his previous points, Rick's total points now reached [number missing].

Just then, the system's emotionless, mechanical voice rang out.

[Ding! The system has detected that the host's points have reached 500 million. A reward task has been issued.]

[Mission 1: Please travel to Anchorage, Alaska to destroy the Dawn of Light organization's research base.]

[Mission 1 Reward: Copying rights for all U.S. Air Force aircraft models.]

[Mission 2: Please occupy Guam and the state of Hawaii.]

[Mission 2 Reward: Copying permissions for all types of U.S. Navy ships.]

[Mission 3: Please take control of the entire CRM Citizen Republican Army and the CRM Citizen Republic.]

[Mission 3 Reward: Unlock purchase access to the Clone Soldier Manufacturing Plant.]

[Final Mission: Host, please conquer the entire United States of America.]

[Final Mission Reward: Access to copy the GDI Ion Cannon satellite.]

"System, are you serious? A GDI plasma cannon? Does such a thing really exist?"

[Ding! The system has detected that the host's progress in conquering the world is too slow. This reward is prepared for the host in the hope that the host will complete the global conquest as soon as possible.]

"Fine, fine, since you think I'm too slow, then I'll flip the table!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rick boarded a UH-1Y Venom attack helicopter and flew to the CRM Civic Republican Army headquarters in Pennsylvania.

[Author's note: I've been too busy lately, and there's not much left to write here. I plan to write a few more chapters to reach 100 million words and then finish the book.]