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

midnight

Blood-red full moon

Abandoned quarry camp

Armed with various melee and ranged weapons, the group stood ready to face the zombies that might attack from all sides.

Rick kept his eyes glued to his zombie radar. Once he spotted a red dot, he would snipe it without hesitation. But strangely, Rick had arranged for everyone to wait here for almost 3 hours, and no zombies had come to attack. In fact, the already tired group had started to complain.

Rick knew that this was mental fatigue caused by everyone's high level of concentration. If this continued for a long time, when the zombies actually attacked, everyone's combat effectiveness would be reduced by two levels, and there might be casualties. This would definitely not be conducive to him completing the advancement mission.

Thinking this, Rick ordered Carol and the others to come down from their defensive posts and set up a large pot near the campfire to boil 100 liters of water. He then returned to the tactical MTVR vehicle, crushed all his remaining blue coffee sugar into powder, divided it into equal proportions, and mixed it into canned instant black coffee. After Carol and the others finished boiling the water, Rick redeemed five 20-liter high-tech thermos containers (0.5 points each) from his system space, instantly turning his remaining 5 points into 2.5 points. He poured the hot water and instant black coffee into the five 20-liter thermos containers in the correct proportions. Rick also took out two boxes of MRE individual soldier and ready-to-eat rations from his personal space. After everything was ready, and after leaving the necessary personnel at each defensive post, Rick arranged for everyone to enjoy the food to relieve their tense nerves.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Rick made sure that everyone in the camp had at least one cup of coffee.

With the help of the coffee, everyone in the camp felt their previous fatigue vanish, as if they had just woken up. Watching Rick and the women of the camp busy themselves for the men, a sense of responsibility arose in everyone's hearts, and they secretly vowed that no matter what danger they encountered, they must protect their leader and the ladies.

Rick saw that everyone had regained their spirits, while he and the other women looked as if they had just finished a grueling 996 workday.

Rick returned to the tactical MTVR's compartment, took out cookies and various sweets from his personal storage, and carried them to the campfire. The women were resting there, exhausted, but each had a smile on their face. The men thanked them, which pleased these women who had been housewives and soon-to-be wives before the apocalypse. Especially when Rick told them there would be a special reward after they finished, their eyes filled with anticipation. In their minds, Rick was like Doraemon from a Japanese anime, possessing all sorts of goodies. Whether it was weapons or everyday items, Rick could basically provide them whenever needed. This made some of the single women develop feelings for Rick, and some even considered dating him.

Of course, Rick knew none of this. He didn't even know who his wife was in this world. Although Rick wasn't a eunuch, he felt envious and jealous when he saw Sean and Lori being affectionate, but he wasn't worried about not finding a wife. After all, which transmigrator with a system didn't have multiple wives and concubines and countless beauties in their harem? Moreover, his system was a super system in the multiverse that could integrate the functions of other systems. Although building a harem in the world of The Walking Dead would cause all sorts of trouble, it was normal for one or two women to admire him, given his personal charm. What if one of them was talented? He could not only delegate authority to his wife, but also relieve her of many trivial matters. Wouldn't it be better to be a hands-off sixth brother?

Although Rick is familiar with the early plot, many things have changed since his arrival. People who would have died in the original series did not die. This will change the subsequent plot and create a butterfly effect, but Rick will not stop because of this. On the contrary, he believes that he will spare no effort to save those who deserve to live, and he will spare no effort to kill those he does not like, even if they are capable. His main theme is to change the world at will without moral constraints.

When the women saw the dazzling array of snacks and sweets Rick had brought, they were thrilled. Some of them hadn't had sweets in a long time, which made them, who already craved sweets, suddenly realize that zombies and the apocalypse weren't such important things.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Rick quickly placed the sweets in front of them. Without any hesitation, they pounced on them. Amy even fought with Sofia, who was eight years younger than her, over a box of her favorite chocolate chip cookies. This left Carol speechless, feeling utterly humiliated.

Seeing the two of them about a box of chocolate cookies, their friendship was about to fall apart. Rick quickly took out a box of the same chocolate cookies from his personal storage and handed it to Sophia when no one was looking. This greatly increased Carol's goodwill towards Rick and foreshadowed Carol's unwavering support for Sophia and her daughter in their later break with others.

Watching the women sitting around the campfire eating sweets and chatting, Rick pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and started smoking. Carol, seeing this, came to Rick's side. Looking at the man puffing away, it would be a lie to say she didn't have any thoughts. After all, no American woman could resist a woman who had long endured domestic violence, especially when faced with a man who dared to stand by her side and support her, and who was also the most charming and single leader in the camp.

Rick, who was puffing on his cigarette, noticed Carol staring at him and greeted her in a friendly manner, "What's wrong, Carol? Are you not satisfied with these sweets?"

Upon hearing this, Carol shook her head and said, "No, Rick, I'm very happy with these desserts. Sophia and I ate very well. Thank you."

Rick asked, "Oh? What's wrong? Are you worried about tonight?"

Carol: "Yes, when I see that blood-red full moon in the night sky, my heart is never at peace, and I even have a vague feeling that something bad is going to happen."

Rick exhaled a large puff of smoke and said, "Don't worry, with me here tonight, I guarantee no one in the camp will get hurt."

Carol: "Yes, I believe in you. As long as you're here, you can definitely do it."

Hearing Carol's words, Rick exhaled another large puff of smoke with satisfaction, then pulled out a system cigarette from his pocket and said to Carol, "Want a smoke?"

Seeing this, Carol took one from Rick's hand, put it in her mouth, and skillfully lit it.

Seeing this, Rick asked, "How's it going? Are you getting used to it?"

Carol: "Hmm, this cigarette is amazing. I've never smoked such a wonderful cigarette in my life. Is it from your hometown?"

Rick: "Yes, this cigarette is from my hometown. Do you like it?"

Carol nodded to Rick, who, without hesitation, pulled a box of cigarettes with a golden phoenix printed on it from his pocket and handed it to Carol.

Rick knew that this was the best time to win over Carol, the future female warrior. He knew that Carol smoked; tobacco could bring comfort and relieve tension. Under Edward's domestic violence, Carol's addiction to tobacco was no less than Daryl's. However, it was the apocalypse now, and everyone only collected the necessary food for survival. Things like tobacco were rarely collected, let alone specifically collected.

Carol accepted the cigarette Rick offered without any hesitation.

Rick was overjoyed. He knew that Carol had officially recognized him. If before it was because of his status as the leader, now he had officially gained her approval. Thinking of the scene in the original series where Carol, dressed in a black robe and holding a precision marksman rifle, led a horde of zombies to the terminal station to save Grimes and his gang trapped there, Rick felt that was the highlight moment when Carol officially changed her image and became a goddess of war in the eyes of the audience.

Thinking of this, Rick glanced at his remaining 2.5 points, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Daryl, who was conducting reconnaissance 1 km away from the abandoned quarry camp: "Rick calling Daryl, Rick calling Daryl, respond, over."

Daryl, with a blue coffee candy he'd gotten from Rick in his mouth, was perched on a large enough tree, observing the horde of zombies in the distance through binoculars. Just then, Rick's voice came through the walkie-talkie. Daryl frowned, but still picked up the radio and replied, "Daryl, roder. Daryl, roder. Rick, what's up? Over."

Rick: "Darry, report back. Over."

Daryl stared at the horde of corpses in the distance and said, "The horde in the southwest corner of the camp has grown even larger after joining up with two other hordes. Based on my initial observation, this horde numbers over 300 and they haven't moved yet. Over."

Rick: "Good, Daryl. Now, take your tactical crossbow and, while ensuring your own safety, hunt down some zombies and observe the horde's reaction. Over."

Daryl didn't understand why Rick would give him such an order. Wasn't he supposed to set up traps and lie in ambush to observe? Why was he now being asked to hunt zombies?

Just then, Rick's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "A box of cigarettes, deal?"

Daryl scoffed, “No, you have to pay more.”

Upon hearing Daryl's words, Rick smiled and said, "Okay, one more box, deal?"

Daryl: "Deal!"

Rick: "For safety, let's not use crossbow bolts this time. Just use steel balls. I have hundreds of them here. You can get reimbursed for the steel balls when you run out, but I don't have many crossbow bolts left. I need some time to prepare."

Daryl hadn't intended to waste bolts on zombies. After a day of familiarizing himself with the crossbow, he discovered its power was exceptionally strong, even doubling the range of his hunting crossbow. At the same distance, his hunting crossbow could only penetrate the head of one zombie, while the bolts from this tactical crossbow could pierce two or more. This made Daryl value the crossbow even more. However, there were only 10 bolts, which annoyed him. In Daryl's eyes, bolts were far more fun than steel balls fired one at a time. After all, the sense of accomplishment from piercing two zombies with a single crossbow bolt is incomparable to that of steel balls and his old hunting crossbow. However, seeing the number of zombies in front of him, even if his 10 crossbow bolts could kill 20 zombies, given the density of the zombies, it was unlikely that he could retrieve the bolts. But steel balls didn't matter; there was no point in expecting to retrieve them after they were fired. Besides, he had brought over a hundred steel balls with him this time, so even if a few didn't kill any zombies, he wouldn't feel bad. After all, Rick had just said on the walkie-talkie that he could make steel balls as much as he wanted and that they would be reimbursed.

With that thought in mind, Daryl loaded the tactical crossbow with steel balls, raised it, and pulled the trigger at the numerous heads in the horde of corpses.