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

11:00 AM

Police station underground shelter entrance

Rick and his group arrived at the entrance of the research institute.

Brian went to the electronic terminal at the door, entered a string of code, and then took out an ID card for identification.

After a few seconds.

The sound of machinery turning could be heard from inside the shelter's doors.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

At Rick's command, everyone found their positions and raised their weapons toward the doorway. Only Francis stood dumbfounded beside Rick, holding a Glock 19 automatic pistol, unsure of what to do.

This scene was truly comical in the otherwise serious atmosphere. Clearly, Rick had forgotten to equip him with a weapon, and the Glock 19 automatic pistol alone was simply not enough to handle the upcoming battle.

Thinking of this, Rick said to Francis.

"You stay in the team and wait. If any escapees get away, you can finish them off. I'll find you a weapon once we're inside the research institute."

Upon hearing this, Francis immediately went to Rick's side, raised his pistol, and pointed it at the door.

"Tch, don't look down on me."

Seeing that he insisted on doing so, Rick did not stop him, but instead set up his BFG-50A anti-materiel sniper rifle and aimed it at the door that was about to open.

As the shelter doors slowly opened, the stench of blood and decay inside seemed to find an outlet, gushing out all at once.

Ten seconds later.

The doors opened completely, and everyone was stunned when they saw the interior of the shelter. The entrance hall was filled with black and red blood and severed limbs. Even the reception desk was piled with black and red blood and corpses with brains flowing out.

Faced with the hellish scene before them, the crowd barely reacted. Each of them had experienced similar situations to some extent and had long since become immune to them.

However, at that moment, several zombie roars came from several rooms in the shelter.

Everyone's nerves were on edge in that instant.

"Oh dear, this situation is not good."

Cruise tightened his grip on the M14 Crazy Horse again. Don't ask where this gun came from; it was naturally seized from Moore.

"Hey buddy, relax. It's not just the two of us this time. There are so many people here. It's just a few zombies. Don't take these brainless idiots too seriously."

Iver, who was also holding a BFG-50A anti-materiel sniper rifle, comforted Cruise.

However, at that moment, the fragile doors could not withstand the onslaught of a horde of crazed zombies and were destroyed one by one. In an instant, a large number of blood-red zombies rushed out, each of them almost running, just like the zombies in the blood-red full moon a few days ago.

Upon seeing the appearance of these zombies, Rick instantly felt a sense of crisis and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone, fire at will!"

Immediately, gunfire erupted, and Moore was the first to pull the trigger, eager to experience the thrill of killing with his MG338.

.338 Magnum rounds pierced through the zombies' bodies. Almost all the zombies in front were riddled with holes by this terrifying rain of bullets. Those zombies that were lucky enough to escape having their brains pierced were turned into crippled zombies with missing limbs under this powerful firepower.

Before the others could even fire a shot, Moore had almost wiped out the first wave of zombies that charged forward.

"Damn! That feels so good! No wonder it's a real man's favorite. This is way better than the little toys you guys have."

Everyone looked at the MG338 in Moore's hand with envy, even Big Brian's eyes showed a hint of envy.

However, before everyone could recover, a large, obese zombie covered in pustules slowly walked towards them.

After Rick saw it clearly, he instinctively crouched down behind cover and spoke to the others.

"That zombie is strange, don't open it yet..."

Before Rick could finish speaking, the BFG-50A fired a shot.

Aveer pulled the trigger at the bloated zombie. The .50 BMG shot whistled through the air and hit the zombie's bloated body. Instantly, the zombie exploded, and blackish-red blood mixed with yellow, unidentified slime and various intestinal organs splattered in all directions.

Apart from Rick, who was crouching down, and Daryl and Mor, who were standing at the very back, everyone else was splattered with the disgusting blood and yellow slime.

However, the unluckiest person was Francis, who was closest to the explosion. His arm was pierced by the xiphoid process that flew out of the zombie's blast, and blood immediately flowed out from the gap.

Seeing this, Rick knew that Francis and his gang were completely doomed. Once a zombie's body tissue or blood entered a living person's bloodstream, it was equivalent to being directly infected by the virus after being bitten by a zombie. The only options were amputation or spending points to exchange for a zombie virus vaccine. But clearly, Francis wasn't worth spending points to exchange for a vaccine. Although he had told Rick the location of Tompney's secret stash, that was only after Rick had negotiated the terms with him beforehand.

Francis was unaware that he had been infected with the zombie virus. He painfully pulled out the scalpel bone, then took out bandages, gauze, cotton wool, disinfectant alcohol, and hemostatic powder from his waist pack. After a simple treatment, he continued to stand in place and watch the gate.

The scene just now clearly frightened everyone, especially those who were splattered with blood by the zombies. Looking at their condition, Rick decided to take a break and said to everyone.

"You guys stay here and look after Francis. I'll go in and check on him first."

"No! It's too dangerous inside. We have to go together."

Daryl said to Rick with absolute certainty.

Even Brian, who was splattered with blood, chimed in.

“Daryl is right. You can’t go in alone. You saw what happened just now. It was too dangerous. What if something happens to you?”

Rick said to the two of them with a determined look on his face.

"Don't worry, I have my own methods. These zombies are just appetizers for me. You guys stay here and keep watch. I won't go too far. Once I've cleared a safe zone in the area ahead, I'll let you know via tactical walkie-talkie."

Having finished speaking

Rick ignored the two and walked into the shelter on his own.

Just as he entered the vault's lobby, he looked at everyone, then walked to the terminal next to him and activated the option to close the vault's doors.

Rick addressed the crowd as the doors slowly closed.

"You just need to stay here. After I finish clearing the area, I will open the gate and let you in. Otherwise, do not come in. If anything happens, contact me by radio."

Upon hearing Rick's words, Daryl, Moore, and Brian gave Rick a solemn salute.

Seeing this, Rick nodded to the group and continued walking inside.

A dozen seconds later, the shelter door closed completely.

A surveillance camera at the shelter's entrance recorded the entire scene, and a blonde woman sitting behind the monitor in the control room witnessed it all.

Inside the completely closed vault hall, severed limbs and torsos lay scattered across the floor. In this pitch-black environment, Rick used a blue coffee candy.

A moment later, the world in Rick's eyes was no longer so dark. After assessing his surroundings, Rick walked toward the room next to him with the door open.

Upon arriving at the room, Rick found it to be a lounge. Fortunately, the door was open, and there were other humans hiding inside. There were no signs of zombies having entered the room, and it looked relatively clean and tidy. Rick materialized his Beowulf assault rifle and activated the zombie radar detector. Within a 100-meter radius, the screen of the zombie radar detector was filled with countless dynamic dots. Rick roughly counted, and there were more than 100 zombies within his 100-meter range.

Seeing this, Rick quietly closed the door and then moved a wardrobe from the lounge to block the door.

If Moore hadn't killed that bunch of zombies, the number of zombies within a 100-meter radius of the room would definitely have exceeded 200.

A moment later, Rick entered his personal space, where Mieko was sitting under the big tree, bored and lost in thought.

Seeing this, Rick didn't disturb Mieko. He opened the Escape from Kentucky DIY interface, then selected the American-made Seiga 12 combat shotgun and began the DIY process.

Scope: Nightcrawler Scope.

Undermount accessory: M203 grenade launcher.

Muzzle attachment: Barrett XM109 duckbill flash suppressor.

Stock: Black Gen3.

Magazine: 20-round drum magazine.

Laser engraving: Infrared parallel dual laser engraving.

Special accessory: Zombie radar detector.

Pendant: Mini thief pendant.

After doing all this, Rick used an item duplication card to duplicate the fully modified Seiga 12 combat shotgun.

Rick then spent 100 points from the system shop to redeem 20 boxes of each type of Dragon Breath Bullet, Dart Bullet, Explosive Bullet, Lead Bullet, and Slug Bullet.

Then, he went to Mieko's side, materialized the shotgun he had just copied, handed it to Mieko, and then materialized the five shotgun ammunition boxes he had just purchased from the system space, and said to Mieko.

"The new weapon I promised you has arrived. Time is a bit tight, so I'll give you a quick lesson on how to use it. Once you're used to this gun, I'll take you out of the space to kill zombies. This time, I guarantee you'll have a blast."

Mihoko nodded upon hearing this, and then, while loading the shotgun drum, she listened as her husband explained how to use the gun and the precautions to take.

A few minutes later.

Mieko quickly mastered the use of the Seiga 12 shotgun. She began practicing shooting at a target not far away, while Rick explained the advantages and disadvantages of the five different shotgun shells. After Mieko finished shooting the five types of shells, Rick spent his points to buy her an automatic loader. Rick explained how to use the device to her. When Mieko heard that she didn't need to reload and could freely switch the type of ammunition in the drum magazine, she was overjoyed. She could finally be free from the frustrating experience of shooting but the exhausting task of reloading.

After doing all this, Riku led Mieko back to the shelter's rest room.

However, at that moment, an unexpected accident occurred.