The gunman who had circled around from the other side discovered Rock's action of killing his accomplice and immediately opened fire.
Rock's gaze fell on the handgun he had confiscated, and information about this handgun naturally surfaced in his mind.
It was a glock 17, equipped with a 33-round extended magazine, and the pistol was currently loaded and ready to fire.
Rock briefly inspected the pistol, and after confirming there were no issues, he cautiously peeked around the other side of the concrete wall.
A figure in a floral shirt had just ducked behind a wall.
Rock instinctively fired a few shots at that wall, the gun held steadily in his hand, feeling almost no recoil.
Along with the gunshots, Camila's scream rang out.
This was followed by the man's curses and the 'bang bang' of gunfire.
Hearing the commotion from that direction, it seemed the gunman was pursuing Camila.
Rock glanced around; there was a very tall wall nearby, but he had no clothes on, and if he were to climb it, there was nowhere to tuck the gun.
While he was hesitating, a naked Camila, scrambling and crawling, rushed over and hid behind a nearby wall, panting incessantly.
Camila's escape ability was ridiculously strong; to be able to do this, she must have had her fair share of crawling and rolling in a hail of bullets before.
Rock's gaze lifted in the direction Camila had fled from, and just then, the figure in the floral shirt appeared in his sight; it would be a disservice to the opportunity Camila created not to shoot from such a good angle.
Without a word, Rock raised his gun and fired, producing rhythmic gunshots.
Six consecutive shots all hit their mark.
It must be said that brazilians have excellent physiques; they drop dead at the sound of a gun, without a single wasted word.
Rock held the gun with both hands and vigilantly stepped forward to deliver a finishing shot.
Everyone knows that villains die from not finishing them off.
So Rock resolutely adhered to this principle.
He stepped forward and flipped the gunman over; good, he passed away peacefully.
Rock finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took off the gunman's beach shorts and put them on; fortunately, the bullets had all hit the upper body, and the shorts only had a few drops of blood splattered on them, unnoticeable unless looked at closely.
He decided against the underwear; it was too disgusting, and going commando felt pretty good too.
He felt in the pocket and found another magazine and a small stack of banknotes, with a glock, also fitted with an extended magazine, lying nearby.
With some money and pants to cover himself, Rock's mood immediately lightened considerably.
He first went to the first gunman he had killed, took off his shirt, tried it on, found it too small, and tossed it aside, then pulled out a full magazine and a few banknotes from his pocket.
He then went to the second gunman he had killed and found a leather belt with a quick-draw holster and a fanny pack attached, and a glock 17 loaded with a standard magazine.
Inside the fanny pack were several bulletproof isolation sleeves and two magazines; truly worthy of brazilians who love to party, with all sorts of ammunition and accessories complete.
Currently, he had acquired three glocks, about 70% new, four spare extended magazines, some cash, and, very importantly, three mobile phones, all products from the 'Rod Star' across the ocean.
It is said that 40% of Brazil's mobile phone market is dominated by Rod Star, and looking at these phones, this indeed seemed to be the case.
After looting, he had a pile of items in his hands.
Indeed, the adage was not wrong: not looting corpses after killing someone is a waste of effort.
Rock looked at the second gunman who had been killed; he was also relatively tall and robust, a better fit for Rock's build than the first, so he directly changed into his shirt and large sweatpants.
These large sweatpants were a larger size and more comfortable to wear than the beach shorts he had on earlier.
Although the clothes had a strong tobacco smell, in a situation where he had no clothes to wear, having a suitable set of clothes to cover himself meant he couldn't worry about other issues.
"Wow, Rock, you are simply an angel sent by God." A warm and smooth body rushed into Rock's arms; it was Camila, who had witnessed everything.
Assaulted like this, Rock, who had just experienced a fierce struggle, almost sent her flying with a rising elbow to the chest.
This Brazilian girl, who had just narrowly escaped death thanks to Rock, seeing the situation under control, hadn't even wiped away the tears from her eyes, but immediately transformed from trembling to full of charm.
But Rock paid little attention to the girl flaunting her charm in his arms; with everything settled, he finally had time to carefully examine the 'Gunfire and Roses' system presented as a light screen in his mind.
Name: Rock
Age: 25
Physique: 10 (Human Limit)
Spirit: 10 (Human Limit)
Skills:
Eight Extremities Fist Novice (35/50) +
Pistol Shooting Primary (92/100) +
Rifle Shooting Novice (1/50) +
...There were also some skills like cooking, painting, music, etc., which were temporarily useless to Rock, so he simply hid them from the panel.
The normal human limit is 10, and he wondered if it was possible to break through this value.
Skill levels were very simple: Novice, Primary, Intermediate, Advanced, Master.
Looking at the value for Eight Extremities Fist rated as Novice on the light screen, Rock felt a little down; although he didn't practice diligently every day, he never stopped practicing Eight Extremities Fist.
Yet, after several years of arduous practice, he was only at the Novice level, still a short distance from Primary.
In the skill bar, Pistol Shooting was acquired when he killed the first gunman, and at this level, it was already infinitely close to Intermediate.
As for Rifle Shooting, it should have been the Novice value fed by the 5 bullets during military training back then.
Rock suddenly remembered hearing two 'dings' during the battle; at the time, he was fully focused on fighting for his life and didn't notice what two things had 'dinged' out.
He searched through the light screen and found two 50 experience experience cards.
Looking at the '+' sign lit up next to the skills, he realized that skills could be upgraded this way.
Rock instinctively wanted to click next to Eight Extremities Fist, but his mind firmly controlled him and stopped the thought of clicking.
He instead chose to click first next to Pistol Shooting.
The value immediately changed to:
Pistol Shooting Intermediate (42/400)
He still needed over 300 experience points to break through Pistol Shooting Intermediate, so Rock immediately clicked next to Rifle Shooting.
The value changed:
Rifle Shooting Primary (1/100)
A warm current spread from his brain throughout his body; the skin on Rock's fingers became tougher, and his fingers twitched slightly, feeling like he could quickly find the most suitable grip for a firearm.
All the '+' signs next to the skills turned gray, meaning that he would need more experience cards to upgrade them.
As for why he put the experience cards into the rifle upgrade, it was because, judging from today's pursuit, here, the truth in his hand spoke volumes.
Rock had physical qualities beyond ordinary people; he could handle most situations with sheer strength, and today's thrilling ordeal was resolved by his physical qualities combined with Novice Eight Extremities Fist.
Clearly, in the current situation, possessing three real handguns, adding experience points to firearm shooting was more cost-effective.
For example, Rock could now skillfully wield a handgun, and also had a certain level in rifles, though it was merely enough to fire a gun and make initial judgments about firearm malfunctions and maintenance.
Withdrawing his attention from his mind, he noticed that Camila had already put on the shirt and beach shorts of the first gunman who had been killed.
Although they were men's clothes, they presented a unique charm when worn by her.
"Rock, where are you going next?"
Camila's eyes were full of hope.