It took nearly half an hour of following Camila before they found a dilapidated small shop in a dirty street.
Along the way, Rock witnessed several robberies committed with knives or glocks, truly arbitrary and unrestrained.
Walking down a street lined with homeless people, Rock couldn't help but press down on the glock tucked into his waistband.
He felt that everyone around him was giving him unfriendly looks, and only when he stepped into the shop, cutting off the various gazes, did he feel a little better.
"Yakalepado, I have three phones here, quickly help me deal with them."
Camila walked into the shop and placed the three phones on the counter.
The mustachioed man with bronze skin sitting behind the counter looked up and gave a chilling smile, quickly scanning the phones on the counter.
"Alright, I want one of the phones as payment."
"Damn it, Yakalepado, Karena said that every time she saw you, it made her think of a vampire. Now you're making me feel the same way."
Camila complained, seemingly very familiar with this man named Yakalepado.
Yakalepado turned and saw Rock standing behind Camila, looking at Camila with some surprise: "You little wildcat actually found a rich man"
Camila turned to look at Rock apologetically, then turned back and shrugged at Yakalepado:
"I admit some men are rich, but that doesn't include Rock."
"Oh, then he must be very strong then," Yakalepado said with a hint of teasing.
Who knew Camila would actually run her tongue around her lips, not denying it in the slightest: "Yes, Rock is the strongest person I've ever met, including brazilians."
Yakalepado surprisingly looked Rock over, he hadn't expected Camila to have such a high opinion of this Oriental man.
Rock, however, didn't pay attention to what Camila and Yakalepado were chatting about; he just kept his hand on the gun grip, warily watching the swaying homeless people outside the door, feeling very dangerous here.
After some haggling between Camila and Yakalepado, Yakalepado picked the best-looking phone and started to unlock it.
The remaining two phones were set aside for flashing.
Camila chatted idly with Yakalepado.
Yakalepado held the newly unlocked phone, flipping through the previous owner's messages.
He only occasionally looked up at Camila and Rock with a strange gaze, but Camila didn't notice.
Rock's mood had just relaxed a little, but then he suddenly heard a rapid patter of footsteps coming from the street.
He instinctively felt something was wrong and poked his head out the door to take a look.
He found seven or eight shirtless men at the other end of the street, two of whom were wearing tactical vests, charging towards them with various firearms, still over a hundred meters away.
"Camila, hurry and go."
Rock pulled two glocks from his waist.
Yakalepado, who had just been chatting with Camila, quickly rolled and dove into the room behind the counter.
"Damn you, Yakalepado, you sold us out!"
Camila angrily kicked the counter.
She didn't even bother with the two phones still flashing, and quickly rushed out of the shop with Rock.
As soon as Rock exited, the glock in his hand immediately fired half a magazine. At this point, it was best to strike first; whether he hit anything or not, at least he could block the momentum of the approaching enemies.
The "bang bang" of gunshots caused the rushing gunmen to scatter and duck behind walls. Their skilled evasive movements showed they were accustomed to street gunfights.
However, Rock still heard a "ding" in his ear.
A blind cat found a dead mouse; there was a gain, but no time to check it.
"Rock, this way."
Camila called Rock to squeeze into a narrow alley next to them, only wide enough for one person.
As soon as Rock rushed in, the walls and ground behind him were covered in a hail of bullets.
It was unknown how many homeless people were caught in the crossfire.
But Rock couldn't worry about that much; his own life was in danger, so he had no mind for pity, and besides, these homeless people weren't good people anyway.
Following Camila, he quickly passed through the alley, which reeked of various odors, and was about to turn into another alley.
Rock suddenly stopped: "Camila, you go first, I'm going back to check."
"Oh, Rock, we need to run faster, they have so many guns."
Camila was extremely anxious; she knew Rock had three glocks and several magazines.
But these were all glocks.
She had looked back before entering the alley and saw that many of those people were carrying rifles, some with large drum magazines attached.
How could a glock compare to a rifle?
But she saw Rock had already turned and returned to the alley entrance.
"Rock, what are you doing?"
Camila was very worried.
"Camila, in our Country, there's a saying:'Strike back when the enemy is unprepared.'"
Rock had already figured it out: killing one was killing, killing ten was also killing, and constantly hiding was not a solution.
Now the opponent had weapons, and his own weapons were not to be underestimated; he couldn't just let the opponent chase him from behind all the time.
Furthermore, judging by the previous situation, even if he surrendered, he wouldn't fare well. Entrusting his life to these unpredictable Brazilian gangs was simply too risky.
This alley's narrow terrain was perfect for a 'one man can hold off ten thousand' situation, so he might as well fight them.
All three glocks were equipped with 33-round extended magazines, and when he fired, he noticed that all of these guns had full-auto conversion kits installed.
This transformed these glock 17s into full-auto glock 18-like glocks.
This also gave Rock more confidence in his counterattack. In the interval of replacing the half-empty magazine with a full one,
Rock also glanced at the light screen in his mind.
The "ding" sound earlier was a blind cat finding a dead mouse; a stray shot had hit a gunman, earning Rock a 50-point experience card.
It would have been most cost-effective to add it to Eight Extremities Fist, but now that he was fighting for his life, Rock thought that if his aim could be a little better, it might have a huge impact on the situation.
So he added these fifty points to Pistol Shooting.
Pistol Shooting Intermediate (92 / 400)
A faint aura integrated into his whole body. Rock felt the gun in his hand was more comfortable to hold; this experience card was indeed not added in vain.
He ran back to the alley entrance, looked left and right, and saw that the top of a security window on the second floor to the left was just big enough for one person to crouch.
Rock tucked his glocks into his waistband, took a few steps back, and leaped up, his hands firmly grasping the railing of the security window more than 3 meters off the ground.
When he had settled into position on the security window, he saw six gunmen lined up across the alley, chasing after him.
Rock carefully hid his body. When these gunmen ran within glock range, he hooked one foot onto the security window to stabilize himself.
He leaned out with half his body, firing both glocks simultaneously.
The gunmen in the alley were only focused on what was ahead, completely unaware of Rock above them.
In an instant, accompanied by a series of "dings," all 66 bullets from the two glocks successfully entered the bodies of the 6 gunmen below.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Only a few spent casings clinked as they bounced on the ground.
Rock turned his head and saw Camila behind him, dumbfounded.
This girl actually dared to run back after hearing gunshots; who gave her such courage?
Rock also didn't bother to chat with Camila.
The seeds had been planted in the field, and now it was harvest time.
Rock vigilantly reloaded both glocks with fresh magazines, scanned his surroundings, and found no sneaky 'Old Sixes' approaching.
He tucked the glocks back into his belt; with his pants separating them, they weren't too hot.
Rock jumped down from the security window in a few swift movements. He needed to quickly loot the bodies, otherwise the money, glocks, and everything else would be soaked through with blood soon.
From above, he had already seen the ground soaked with a pool of blood.