The gunman circling around from the other side saw Rock kill his companion and immediately opened fire.
Rock glanced down at the handgun he had taken, and information about the weapon naturally surfaced in his mind.
A Glock 17 fitted with a 33-round extended magazine.
A round was already chambered, and it was ready to fire.
Rock quickly checked the pistol.
After confirming there was nothing wrong with it, he cautiously peeked around the other side of the concrete wall.
A figure in a floral shirt had just slipped behind another wall.
Trusting his instincts, Rock fired several shots at it.
The pistol sat steadily in his hand, and he could barely feel the recoil.
As the shots rang out, he heard Camilla scream.
The man began cursing, followed by the sharp cracks of more gunfire.
From the commotion, the gunman seemed to be chasing Camilla.
Rock scanned his surroundings.
There was a tall wall nearby, but he was still naked and had nowhere to secure the pistol while climbing.
As he hesitated, a completely naked Camilla came scrambling toward him.
She stumbled behind a nearby wall and crouched there, gasping for breath.
Camilla’s survival instincts were absurdly good.
To move like that, she must have spent plenty of time dodging bullets before.
Rock looked toward the direction she had come from and immediately spotted the man in the floral shirt.
With such a perfect angle, passing up the shot would have wasted the opportunity Camilla had given him.
Without hesitation, Rock raised the pistol and fired in a steady rhythm.
Six shots.
Six hits.
You had to admit, Brazilians were tough.
Six bullets dropped the man without so much as a sound.
Keeping both hands on the pistol, Rock approached cautiously and fired one final shot to make sure.
He knew better than to assume an armed enemy was dead.
That was the kind of mistake that got people killed.
He stepped forward and rolled the gunman over.
Good.
He had gone peacefully.
Only then did Rock breathe a sigh of relief.
He quickly stripped off the man’s beach shorts and put them on.
Fortunately, all the bullets had struck the upper body, leaving only a few drops of blood on the shorts.
No one would notice without looking closely.
He left the underwear behind.
Wearing another man’s underwear was too disgusting.
Going commando felt perfectly fine anyway.
Checking the pockets, he found a spare magazine and a small stack of cash.
Another Glock fitted with an extended magazine lay nearby.
With some money and a pair of shorts to cover himself, Rock immediately felt much more relaxed.
He returned to the first gunman he had killed and tried on the man’s shirt, but it was too small, so he tossed it aside.
He also found a fully loaded magazine and several bills in the man’s pockets.
He then searched the second gunman and found a belt fitted with a quick-draw holster and a waist pouch, along with a Glock 17 loaded with a standard magazine.
The waist pouch contained several condoms and two more magazines.
As expected of party-loving Brazilians, they had every kind of ammunition covered.
In total, Rock had collected three well-used Glock 17s, four spare extended magazines, some cash, and, most importantly, three cell phones.
All three were Samsung models.
He had heard that Samsung controlled forty percent of Brazil’s cell phone market.
Judging by these three phones, that certainly seemed believable.
After looting the bodies, his hands were full.
The old saying was right.
Killing without looting the bodies was a waste of effort.
Rock took another look at the second gunman.
The man was tall and heavily built, making his clothes a better fit than the first gunman’s, so Rock changed into his shirt and baggy sweatpants.
The sweatpants were a larger size and much more comfortable than the beach shorts.
The clothes reeked of tobacco, but since Rock had nothing else to wear, he could hardly complain about having something that fit and covered him.
“Wow, Locke!
You really are an angel sent by God!”
A warm, smooth body suddenly threw itself into Rock’s arms.
It was Camilla, who had witnessed everything.
After the fight he had just survived, her sudden approach nearly made Rock drive an elbow into her chest and send her flying.
The Brazilian woman had narrowly escaped death thanks to him.
The moment she realized the danger had passed, she went from trembling in fear to radiating seductive charm, even though the tears on her cheeks had not yet dried.
Rock barely paid attention to the woman pressing herself against him.
Now that everything had settled down, he finally had time to examine the Guns and Roses system, which appeared in his mind as a glowing screen.
Name: Rock
Age: 25
Physical Constitution: 10 (human limit)
Spirit: 10 (human limit)
skills:
Kung Fu: beginner (35/50) +
Pistol Shooting: basic (92/100) +
Rifle Shooting: beginner (1/50) +
…
There were also skills such as cooking, painting, and music, but none of them were useful to Rock at the moment, so he hid them from the panel.
Ten was the normal human limit for these attributes.
He wondered whether it was possible to exceed that value.
The skill levels were simple: beginner, basic, intermediate, advanced, and master.
Looking at the beginner rating beside Kung Fu, Rock felt a little frustrated.
He had not practiced diligently every day, but he had never completely abandoned his training.
After gritting his teeth and practicing for several years, he was still only at the beginner level, not even close to basic.
The Pistol Shooting skill had appeared after he killed the first gunman.
Judging by its progress, it was already extremely close to intermediate.
As for Rifle Shooting, the single point probably came from the five live rounds he had fired during military training.
Rock suddenly remembered hearing two notification chimes during the fight.
He had been too focused on staying alive to check what they were.
After searching through the interface, he found two experience cards worth 50 experience points each.
The plus signs beside the skills were now illuminated.
So this was how he could upgrade them.
Rock instinctively prepared to use one on Kung Fu, but stopped himself before confirming the choice.
Instead, he used the first card on Pistol Shooting.
The value immediately changed.
Pistol Shooting: intermediate (42/400)
He still needed more than three hundred experience points to complete the intermediate level, so Rock immediately used the second card on Rifle Shooting.
The value changed again.
Rifle Shooting: basic (1/100)
A warm current spread from his brain throughout his body.
The skin on Rock’s fingers grew tougher, and when he flexed them slightly, he felt as though he could immediately find the ideal grip for any firearm.
All the plus signs beside his skills turned gray, meaning he would need more experience cards before he could upgrade anything again.
He had chosen to improve his firearm skills because, judging by what had happened today, the only truth that mattered here was the weapon in his hand.
Rock already possessed physical abilities far beyond those of an ordinary person.
In most situations, his raw strength alone would be enough.
Even today’s dangerous fight had been won through a combination of his physical abilities and beginner-level Kung Fu.
Under the current circumstances, with three real pistols in his possession, investing the experience points in shooting skills offered far greater value.
Rock could now handle a pistol proficiently.
He also had some ability with rifles, though only enough to fire one, recognize basic malfunctions, and perform simple maintenance.
When he withdrew his attention from the system, he realized Camilla had already put on the first gunman’s shirt and beach shorts.
They were men’s clothes, but they gave her a different kind of allure.
“Locke, where are you going next?”
Camilla looked at him with undisguised hope.