"Oh, Roke, you should thank me." Camila didn't care about his attitude and directly called him a similar-sounding name.
"My name is Rock."
"Sounds pretty similar, doesn't it? Strong Roke" Camila insisted, refusing to change.
"Those three men are Ricardo's subordinates. Because I saw them making a deal, they won't care if you know me or not. As long as they see you with me, they'll definitely grab you and torture you. Maybe even shoot you."
Camila extended a finger and drew circles on his chest.
He glanced at her, then reached out and pushed Camila away a little.
He was in a bad mood now because he realized he had nothing: no money, no clothes, no desires.
The most urgent task now was to get a set of clothes, figure out what time it was, and why he had inexplicably appeared in a foreign land.
"Hey, Roke, don't worry, I know what you need. Leave it all to me."
Camila didn't turn hostile towards him because he pushed her away.
He could also feel that this girl named Camila was extremely interested in him.
Are all girls in Brazil so direct?
Thinking back to the information he had seen online, He believed it.
Looking around, He saw a large paper bag on the ground. Although it was a bit dirty, he still picked it up without disdain, tore open an opening, and wrapped it around his waist.
With the cardboard skirt covering him, Rock felt much more natural.
"hey, wait for me to come back."
Camila poked Rock's chest with her finger, threw him a flirtatious look, and swayed her slender waist and full hips as she turned and walked out of the ruins, not even bothering to shyly cover herself.
Brazilian girls truly live up to their reputation; they're certainly spicy.
He looked around. It seemed he couldn't go back for now, so he might as well make the best of it. He decided to find a cool spot to study what this so-called guns and roses system was all about.
But less than 30 seconds after she left, Camila ran back in a panic: "Oh no, Roke, they're catching up!"
"What do we do? There's nowhere to hide here. We don't have weapons. We're going to die here."
Camila nervously peered through a gap in the ruins at the three men chasing them, starting to sob softly. As a native of Rio, she knew very well what would happen if they were caught by these people.
Poor people like her, with no background, would just be killed if they were killed. Damn it, she hadn't intentionally seen their transaction.
But she was still young; she didn't want to die yet.
But she didn't notice that Rock had already easily climbed a broken wall and was secretly looking out.
Because at this moment, the so-called "guns and roses system" in his mind rang again.
"Detecting that the host is once again facing life-threatening danger, a survival mission has been triggered. Please survive under the encirclement of three gang gunmen."
"Mission reward: Randomly acquire skills from the opponent."
Rock felt his adrenaline burning intensely.
He knew very well that he was once again in a desperate situation, but he didn't feel any panic.
He felt his brain was calmer than ever before, thinking at an extremely fast pace about how to break the situation.
This feeling was quite peculiar.
He had once read an article that said a percentage of people possess the MOAO-R type mutation.
The MAOA gene regulates dopamine levels in the brain, and its R-type mutation endows people with a stronger tendency for impulsivity and adaptability to stress.
This is the famous warrior gene, which will make warriors less likely to suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder from war.
He felt that all his ancestors had possessed him at this moment. Facing the three gunmen who wanted his life, he had to kill them while ensuring his own survival.
What he could rely on now was the human extreme physical fitness given by the system and his calm state.
The opponents seemed convinced that he had no offensive weapons, so they boldly spread out to encircle this ruin.
Meanwhile, Camila was curled up in a corner, trembling, completely lacking the flirtatious demeanor she had when teasing him.
Although he had never served in the military, he had seen pigs run even if he hadn't eaten pork. He had participated in a month of military training during college and even fired 5 live rounds, scoring 45 points.
At that time, the military training instructor even remarked that it was a good score for someone touching a gun for the first time, and with more practice time, his score might improve.
So, facing three powerful pistols, his attitude was cautious and even more cautious.
The recognition that "beyond seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate" was deeply ingrained in Rock's mind.
Therefore, a head-on confrontation was impossible; only a sneak attack would work.
He nervously calculated in his mind the time it would take for the three gang gunmen outside to enter the ruins.
He had to take down one in the shortest possible time, then use the acquired weapon to fight the others.
If he succeeded, everything would be fine. If not, the outcome wouldn't be much worse.
What he relied on now was the Eight Extremities Fist Pile method (piling methods) and fighting techniques taught by a master Eight Extremities Fist teacher invited by the university during his college years. At that time, he was praised by the master as one of the most talented among thousands of students.
Because of these few words of praise, he never completely gave it up even years after graduation, practicing intermittently.
Now, with extreme physical fitness as a foundation, he felt terrifyingly strong.
Whether he would live today depended on whether the Eight Extremities Fist fighting style would be effective.
According to his analysis, the gunman on the left should be the first to enter among the three. The early bird gets the worm, so it would be him.
Camila, who had been praying to God, suddenly widened her eyes. She saw him, who originally had a paper bag wrapped around his waist, tear it off.
He moved like a light-footed big cat, crouching low and climbing high through the ruins, quickly hiding behind a broken wall.
From his appearance, it seemed he intended to ambush the gunman who would enter shortly.
Camila watched him, motionless behind the broken wall, so nervous that her fingernails were almost digging into her flesh.
If this strong Eastern man could really succeed in the ambush, then she would also be saved. Thinking of how this man had carried her and run wildly for more than ten minutes with energy to spare, Camila suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.
Rock hid behind the broken wall, pricking up his ears, listening to a rustling footsteps getting closer. He tried to hold his breath, waiting for the optimal moment.
As soon as a gun barrel barely showed its tip around the corner, he fiercely lunged out. He grabbed the hand holding the gun and twisted.
The entire process was so smooth it was as if the opponent had willingly handed the gun to him. Even the gunman himself was pulled in front of him without any power to resist.
With just a horizontal elbow strike to the Adam's apple, the previously fierce gunman collapsed to the ground without a sound.
"Ding, acquired basic pistol shooting skills."
A stream of information flooded his mind.
He had no time to search the body, nor did he bother to put on clothes. He quickly rushed to the next entrance, moving swiftly, yet his footsteps were frighteningly light.
He felt as light as a swallow now, able to leap three or four meters with a light jump.
And Camila, who had witnessed everything, her eyes also lit up. What she had just seen was definitely Chinese kung fu.
There was a chance; this man really had hope of helping her escape.
As he rushed to a wall, a gunman in a floral shirt happened to turn around.
Their eyes met, they were inches apart, and the gunman raised his weapon and fired without hesitation.
But at this moment, he didn't retreat; instead, he advanced, lunging directly into the opponent's embrace, pushing the opponent's pistol upwards with one hand.
"Bang bang bang" The bullets all flew into the sky.
With his other hand, a direct elbow strike to the chest sent the opponent flying back two meters, where he rolled once on the ground and then lay motionless.
"Ding..."
"Bang bang bang!"
He suddenly felt something was wrong. He pounced, taking cover behind a concrete wall.
Several bullets in a row struck the wall, exploding into small holes.