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

7:45 in the morning

Atlanta Police Department

"That's what happened."

The guard slowly exhaled smoke rings, looking at the military Humvee and said...

Upon hearing this, Rick patted the guard on the shoulder and said...

"Thanks, buddy, I'll go take a look first."

"Hey! Wait!"

The guard quickly called out to Rick, who was about to go inside.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Rick gripped the BFG-50A tightly. If this guard gave him a hard time, he wouldn't mind sending him to meet his maker.

"Hey buddy, I still don't know your name. I'm Johnny, what's yours?"

"Just call me Rick. I was transferred from the King's County."

"Okay, Rick, the department is hosting a banquet tonight. Remember to attend. I'll introduce you to some friends."

"Okay, Johnny, see you tonight."

After Rick finished speaking, he walked into the police station. With this connection, he no longer worried about anyone suspecting him, unless he ran into the boss here.

Atlanta Police Department

There are no office documents here, nor are there busy police officers responding to calls. There are only a few lunatics in police uniforms committing illegal acts against the abducted women.

Looking at the violated women, Rick turned his head away and walked towards the armory.

When Rick arrived at the armory, there was only a fat white man in a police uniform sitting with his legs crossed and his back to Rick.

Seeing the fat man in front of him, Rick took the initiative to go over and greet him.

"Hello, I'm a new SWAT sniper. Is this where we register to return weapons?"

"New here? Never seen him before, never heard of him."

The fat white man sat in the chair, sizing up Rick in front of him.

"I was sent by Franklin. I was on a mission in Kings County and I'm only just back now."

The fat white man paused for a moment upon hearing Franklin's name, then said obsequiously...

"So you're one of Franklin's men. You should have said so earlier. We could have just put the weapons in without registering them."

The fat white man opened the armory's security door for Rick with a fawning expression.

"Hmm, you're very good. I'll talk to Franklin about it."

Rick patted the fat white man on the shoulder and said with certainty.

The fat white man was flattered and quickly thanked Rick.

Rick entered the armory and immediately saw a large number of guns and ammunition.

Among them are Barrett M82A1, BFG-50A, Benelli M1014, M4A1 carbine, M1911, Glock 17, .357 revolver, M24, M870, M37, M32A1 grenade launcher, as well as various high-explosive grenades, smoke grenades, flashbangs, stun grenades, tear gas, remote-controlled C4 explosives and other weapons and ammunition.

While the fat white man wasn't watching, Rick held an M82A1 in his left hand and an M32A1 grenade launcher in his right. He also had high-explosive grenades, smoke grenades, flashbangs, stun grenades, tear gas, and a remote-controlled C4 explosive device hanging from his waist.

Just then, the system voice sounded.

[Ding! Item "Barrett M82A1 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle" detected. Do you wish to enter it?]

[Ding! Item "M32A1 Grenade Launcher" detected. Do you wish to enter it?]

[Ding! Items detected: "High-explosive grenade, smoke grenade, flashbang, stun grenade, remote-controlled C4 explosive, tear gas." Do you wish to enter them?]

"Enter! Enter! Enter the fuck!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host! The item "M82A1 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle" has been successfully registered. You can exchange it for 30 points in the system shop.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host! The item "M32A1 Grenade Launcher" has been successfully registered. You can exchange it for 50 points in the system shop.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host! The items "High Explosive Grenade, Smoke Grenade, Flashbang, Stun Grenade, Remote-Controlled C4 Explosive, and Tear Gas" have been successfully registered. You can exchange them for 1 point in the system shop.]

"Hey, this trip was definitely worth it! Not only did we get the official M82A1, but we also managed to get an M32 grenade launcher, as well as various grenades, explosives, and other weapons. This trip was really profitable."

Rick looked at the weapons piled high on the gun rack and, without hesitation, used the system to collect them all.

Rick was very satisfied to see his points balance increase from 20 to 450, and then said to the system...

"System, system, AR15 assault rifle, BFG-50A anti-materiel sniper rifle, M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle, M32A1 grenade launcher, these four weapons are for escaping Kentuckyization."

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for consuming 400 points. The following weapons have successfully escaped Kentucky: AR15 Assault Rifle, BFG-50A Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, M82A1 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, and M32A1 Grenade Launcher. When wielding these four weapons, the host can customize their Kentucky escape through the system interface.]

Having finished speaking

The enormous armory was now just an empty room; even the gun racks had been taken away by the system.

Rick walked back to the armory gate, and the fat white man approached.

"Just put it away and leave."

Rick smiled and replied.

"You must be joking with me. There isn't even a gun rack inside."

"What? There isn't even a gun rack?"

"What? You don't believe me? Go in and see for yourself. I don't understand what you're doing guarding this empty room. If I didn't know better, I'd think this was a prison."

The fat white man immediately ran into the room, and then something that would shock him for the rest of his life happened.

The room was completely empty; there wasn't even a gun rack or box, let alone any firearms or ammunition.

The fat white man plopped down on the ground, muttering to himself.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, Tompney will definitely kill me."

"Hey buddy, explain this to me. Is this an armory? Where am I supposed to put my gun?"

Rick continued acting, thinking he could get some information out of the fat white man.

"Damn it, this is the police station's armory. This is the only armory in our police station."

"But the police station's armory is completely empty. Can it really be called an armory?"

"How should I know why nothing's there? It was perfectly fine when I opened the door just now. You did all of this, didn't you?"

Rick ignored the white man's powerless rage and stood aside, shouting at the outsiders.

"Guards! Guards, come quickly! Soldiers..."

Before Rick could finish shouting, the white man covered Rick's mouth and said...

"Hey! Don't shout. This is a secret between you and me. Shouting won't do either of us any good."

"Oh? What good will that do me? Besides, it was already like this when I went in, are you trying to drag me down with you now?"

"Then let me tell you a secret."

Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Rick casually joked...

"Then tell me what you think is useful. If it is, I'll pretend I never came here today and never saw you."

The fat white man nodded, turned around, sat back down in his chair, and looked at Rick, saying...

“I know where those two girls who came yesterday are locked up now. If you pretend you haven’t seen me today, I’ll tell you.”

Rick shook his head upon hearing this and said...

Johnny has already told me about those two girls, you should find someone else.

The fat white man's face darkened, then he seemed to remember something and continued speaking to Rick.

"I know there's a room with good stuff in the shelter below the police station."

"Oh? What good stuff? Tell me about it?"

Seeing that Rick was interested, the fat white man breathed a sigh of relief and slowly said...

"It's said to be something Dr. Liz developed that can control zombies."

Rick became instantly interested when he heard that such a thing existed. Although he knew that there was no way to control zombies in this world, there was something that could guide them, such as the leader gymnastics and scalp disguise mask developed by the Whisperers.

"How do you know? Besides, did you witness it with your own eyes?"

The fat white man shook his head and sighed at Rick.

“I haven’t seen it, but Tompney has. It was for this reason that he turned against Dr. Liz and trapped her in the laboratory below. He even released all the zombies around the laboratory. I don’t know if Dr. Liz is alive or dead, but the thing that controls the zombies is still in the laboratory below.”

Upon hearing what the fat white man said, Rick remembered that he needed to rescue Dr. Liz, who was trapped in the police station's underground shelter, within 24 hours.

Seeing this, Rick questioned the fat white man and learned from him that the planner of this underground nuclear shelter was Dr. Liz, and that Tompney was just an ordinary sheriff. However, after the zombie apocalypse broke out, Tompney killed the original chief and even carried out a purge, arresting and tying up all the officers in the police department who did not obey him, and throwing them into the underground shelter to fend for themselves.

Hearing this, Rick remembered what Marvin had told him, and as if recalling something, he asked the white man...

Do you know Marvin Foster?

Upon hearing the name, the fat white man's gaze momentarily froze for a moment before his expression returned and he sighed.

"So, you've already met Marvin Foster, haven't you?"

Rick did not deny it and nodded at the fat white man.

"Yes, I not only met him, I also saved him from dying."

Upon hearing this, the fat white man breathed a sigh of relief and then said to Rick with a grateful expression.

"Dude, I don't know who you are, but thank you for saving my brother."

"Your brother?"

Rick looked at the fat white man in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, Marvin Foster is my brother, and my name is Levin Foster."

"You two brothers, are you fucking crazy?!"

Upon hearing this, Rick immediately cursed at Levin Foster in front of him.