"Camila, there are a few things I want to ask you." Rock thought for a moment and took all the money out of his pocket.
"No problem, Rock, I'd be happy to answer your questions." Camila unbuttoned another button on her already open shirt collar, striking a seductive pose.
Rock stacked and counted all the money he had searched from the three gunmen. It was a total of 335 reals, averaging less than 120 per person.
He wondered if this money would last.
Rock divided the money into two portions, one 170 and one 165. He handed the 170 portion to Camila.
"Thank you, Rock." Camila unceremoniously stuffed the money into her pants pocket.
"Camila, what time is it now? I want to know how you found me?" Rock asked this question with some trepidation. Although seeing the glock told him it was modern times, he wasn't entirely sure of the specific year.
"Oh, Rock, you look a little nervous. It's July 2025. As for how I found you, well, I was about to dig a pit, and with one scoop of sand, I saw a very strong little Rock, and then you jumped out..."
Camila stammered out the answer Rock wanted to know.
"Camila, do you know where the X Country consulate is?" Rock nodded and asked another question.
Although he was in Sanya in August, he had transmigrated to Brazil, so a one-month difference wasn't particularly significant. However, it cast an ominous shadow over Rock's heart.
He couldn't think too much about it. Now that he had a few dollars in hand, the priority was to leave Brazil as soon as possible and return to his Country.
Although Rock had already processed his transmigration, he had killed three gang members upon arrival. But having grown up in a peaceful society, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable and a little panicked.
"Hey, Rock, I don't know where the X country consulate is, but I know where the nearest X Country supermarket is."
Camila had a smile on her face, seemingly because she had escaped death and gained 170 reals.
"OK, then please take me to the nearest Dragon Country supermarket." Rock agreed to this method; he could find the consulate through the supermarket anyway.
However, as they were about to leave, Rock found that none of the three mobile phones from the gunmen worked. They were all password-protected, and couldn't be unlocked with the gunmen's fingerprints.
Seeing Rock's fruitless efforts, Camila quickly stopped him from trying to smash the phones.
"Oh, Rock, darling, you're too impatient. These phones just need someone to unlock them and then they can be used. Leave them to me."
So, the three phones were turned off and put into Camila's beach shorts.
"Let's go, Rock, darling." Camila led the way out of the ruins, turning back to blow Rock a kiss.
Rock shook his head helplessly. This Camila was constantly teasing him.
If he wasn't in a hurry to find the consulate and go home, he might have considered getting to know this curvy Brazilian girl more deeply.
The journey that followed opened Rock's eyes.
When they say brazilians are happy, they truly are happy.
The bus driver turned the music up to the maximum volume. Everyone on the bus sang along. After one song, a dance tune came on, and three large black women leaned against the bus window, their ample flesh jiggling like ocean waves.
The entire bus shook with the rhythm on the road, seemingly unafraid of falling apart.
But after everyone had their fun, two people immediately moved to snatch the phones from the black women, who had been holding them for convenience while dancing. Not a single person on the bus made a sound, as if it was commonplace.
The robbers had originally brandished their daggers, preparing to approach Rock on the bus.
Rock lifted his shirt, revealing two pistols tucked into his belt, one on each side. This made the two previously arrogant robbers not even dare to keep the phones they had just snatched. They fearfully urged the driver to stop the car and open the door quickly.
The bus hadn't even fully stopped by the roadside when they scrambled out, tumbling and crawling, and disappeared into an alley in the blink of an eye.
"Obrigado (thank you), obrigado..."
The three black women whose phones had been snatched picked up their phones and turned to Rock, thanking him profusely, acting as if they hadn't even seen the two pistols on him.
In fact, Rock had another gun in a holster at his lower back, but it was covered by his loose shirt. He figured even if these people had seen it, their reaction would have been just as calm.
After about 20 minutes on the bus, Camila led Rock to the foot of a hill, where simple, closely packed houses lined the slope upwards.
Across the street, however, were beautiful tall buildings and structures—a completely different world separated by just one street.
The X Country supermarket Camila mentioned was at the foot of the hill, a dozen meters from the intersection.
At the intersection, several heavily armed police officers stood, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
"Rock, my dear, you need to stay away from those police officers."
Camila led Rock to quietly bypass them from the other side, warning him to be careful of these police officers.
"Are they corrupt police?"
Although Rock, accustomed to his home country, couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity upon seeing the police.
But after realizing he was in Brazil, he had raised his guard.
Heeding advice leads to good outcomes.
For this girl, the first person he met after transmigrating, and having experienced life and death together, he took Camila's advice to heart.
"Yes, these police officers are with Lagoa, and Lagoa will trade with Ricardo. We absolutely cannot let them know we've been here."
The two quietly entered the supermarket.
A middle-aged man stood at the checkout counter, clearly a Dragon Country citizen by his appearance.
Rock didn't bother with formalities. He quickly turned to make sure no one else was around, then went over and spoke to him in X language: "Fellow countryman, excuse me, where is the consulate general in Rio, and how do I get there?"
The middle-aged man saw a him, and then saw Camila following behind him. He didn't relax his guard at all, his hand already reaching into the counter.
"What do you want?"
Seeing the middle-aged man's attitude, Rock spread his hands in frustration: "Boss, don't be like that. Just asking for directions, seeing as we're both from X Country."
"Click!"
"Get out!"
Looking at the dark muzzle of the shotgun in front of him, Rock slowly retreated. When he passed the spot where Camila had just been standing, he realized she had already run out of the supermarket.
"Rock, my dear, don't be sad. Let's go unlock the phones first. We can navigate directly with Google Maps."
Camila comforted Rock with a caring expression.
Looking at this Brazilian girl who kept calling him "dear," Rock let out a long sigh. If he wouldn't tell him, then he wouldn't. Could he still eat meat if he left the butcher?
As things stood, he could only take it one step at a time.
Following behind Camila, Rock's face was ashen.
He truly didn't understand why, as soon as he opened his eyes, he had gone from Sanya to Rio de Janeiro.
In the age of the internet, a lot of information is transparent. Rock had seen it online a long time ago.
Rio de Janeiro was a city even more suitable than Los Santos for a GTA setting, or rather, this was the real GTA.
Full of addicts and homeless people everywhere.
When a motorcycle stops in front of you, if you have a weapon, it's best to show it immediately. If you don't have a weapon, it's best to immediately hand over everything on you.
Otherwise, the people on the motorcycle will tell you that in some places, there's no talk of reason, only truth.
As Rock walked down the street with Camila, he kept his hands on his waist, vigilantly observing his surroundings.
Having just experienced a life-and-death battle upon arriving in Brazil, killing three people, he surprisingly didn't feel any nausea or urge to vomit.
Could he be a born Shrimp Killing Saint Body?