Joá, Rio de Janeiro

Marcos made a sign with his hands and waited for Enzo to come nearer to him. He could see the men getting further and further closer to his property, which made Enzo somewhat intrigued.

- Why don't we shoot now?

- Easy, kid. Even in war there are rules.

- Will you think about these rules when you are face to face with these bastards?

- Face to face, it's the Wild Wild West.

One of the men climbed the rock to the back of Marcos' house. To make it easier to count, he separated them into the six initial letters of the alphabet and called them accordingly.

- "A", "B" and "C" are already here. Prepare to the shitshow.

The trio waited on the rectangular balcony, looking for someone else, but without success. Enzo hid behind the sofa. He would soon discover that this was not a good choice for a hiding place, since "A" soon identified the shadow in the reflection of the television.

- There!

Enzo had to run to evade the gunfire. Pieces of glass were flying everywhere in all directions. His intention was to avoid being hit by flying sharp debris. After a few seconds, "D", "E" and "F" entered the house. "A" and "B" remained on the floor, while "C" and "D" chased after Enzo. The house was very large, so the sextet had to split up into the various rooms of the residence. What they didn't know was that the house had a secret room, which only Marcos knew of its existence. The only problem was that Enzo also had no idea how to get in there.

- Cock! - he lamented. - Holy shit, this is such a pillock. Where is that fucking Marcos?

Opening a door, he found a computer turned on. It could be a clue. And in fact was. Well, sort of. Enzo discovered that the computer was actually broadcasting images from cameras scattered throughout the house. This confused him.

- What the fuck? Am I in the House of the Future?

But he didn't have time to wonder. He took a good look at the rooms in the house. Five bedrooms, four bathrooms and a garage. Not bad at all. Apparently. Wherever Marcos was, the cameras were unable to identify him. Before leaving, he noticed a detail on one of the cameras. It looked like one of those toys for children to draw on. And on it was clearly written:

"ENTER twice"

When he clicked on the keyboard, Marcos finally appeared, looking exactly into Enzo's eyes, as if he was guessing Enzo's movements.

- Son of a bitch.

And it didn't stop there. Marcos went in front of the camera and waved a key. The images had no sound, but Enzo was able to lip read. Marcos pointed out that this was the key to Luana's BMW. It was the last time Marcos would see Enzo that day. The garage door opened and Marcos took off at high speed as fast as possible down the street. The only problem was that Enzo would have to get to the secret room and then to the garage. So, he would need to be creative. Or not.

But as it turned out, creativity was not his strong suit, as Enzo had no fear in picking up the explosives and launching them toward the living room. The explosion destroyed the furniture and ripped out part of the walls and floor, but momentarily knocked out "A" and "B". "C" and "D" heard the explosion and ran downstairs. Guided by the cameras, Enzo spotted the blind spots under the stairs and quickly counter-attacked, pulled the trigger twice and successfully shot them both in the back. With "C" and "D" out of the fight, four more men were remaining. Enzo looked at his wristwatch. Two more minutes for everything to go up in smoke. "E" and "F" returned from who knows where and were startled by the lifeless bodies of "C" and "D".

- Holy shit! They are dead! Crazy Rooster will fuck us alive!

- Find the son of a bitch! Fuck!

That would be a perfect time to go upstairs to the hidden room. As Marcos had escaped through that room, Enzo figured he would have a way to get to the garage without going through the living room. "E" and "F" searched the rooms for Enzo, but the young boy disappeared for good.

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- How did you lose a boy?

- It's a huge fucking house! You go after him!

"A" wasted no time. He took the lead and went up the stairs, but Enzo was not there either. When he failed, "A" got angry and threw a wooden table at a door. Enzo still could not come out of hiding. He needed a bigger gap. With no explosives and no time on the clock, he would need a very good plan. So he had a brilliant idea. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and opened the Whatsapp app. He searched for an audio with his voice and threw it in one of the rooms, giving the impression that someone would be there, which was not the case. A little distraction that would be very useful. And it was. So much so that "E" and "F" went after the voice in the room.

- My genius is really from another world. - He said, walking up the stairs and bragging a little.

When he reached the second floor, there were only three doorways. That confused him, because none of them gave any indication that there was anything to hide. Enzo opened the first door, but found nothing of relevance. The second door, however, gave him hope, because he found a secret compartment on the floor that was actually a staircase. Probably the one that Marcos had used to escape. Bingo, he thought.

Then he heard footsteps on the stairs. Someone was going up to the second floor. Enzo hurried forward, going quickly downstairs to the garage. He found the racing BMW waiting for him, with the key in the ignition. There was just one small detail.

- Where is the fucking helmet?

Well, he didn't have much time to think, because "A" and "B" would find him outside the house. Enzo had unintentionally wheelieing the bike as he was accelerating, a clear lack of habit. Luana would be ashamed. Then the house exploded into a million pieces of debris. It was rough. A Michael Bay's kind of explosion. But it wasn't the end, as "A" and "B" were somehow still on the hunt.

Enzo didn't know how to ride a motorcycle. And for a beginner, a 1000-cylinder bike was certainly not the best thing. He couldn't accelerate just a little. Each time he pressed down on the clutch, the engine revs increased dramatically and the bike sped up out of control. Enzo almost hit a lady who was walking with her dog.

- You fucker! - she said, angrily.

Well, she was not wrong. Enzo was unable to keep a straight line. Even more so with "A" and "B" right behind him, and to make things even worse, they were trying to shoot him. As he looked at the speedometer, he noticed that he was going over 210 km/h on a two-way road full of potholes. One fall and it would be the end. But he didn't have to fall. Having more control over the motorcycle, Enzo drove closer to the curbs to knock over objects in the road, such as garbage cans and other debris to cause an accident and crash the criminals behind him. When he saw a police vehicle, he fired two shots. First, because it was a Toyota Corolla. Second, to try to get the cops' attention, hoping that it was the "good cop" in the picture.

- Holy shit! - he said, looking in the rearview mirror. - Did it even move? It is the Stevie Wonder's vehicle?

Enzo was already at the end of Estrada da Gávea and heading towards Barra da Tijuca. A and B were following close still. He couldn't risk hitting people in traffic who had nothing to do with the story. But as it turned out, Enzo had another brilliant plan in mind.

Engineer MacDowell Street split into two parallel roads separated by the sea and rocks meters below. The first, on the right, led to the Paulo Cezar Figueiredo tunnel. The left, on the other hand, was a one-way street, depending on the time of day. Nevertheless, the two roads would lead to opposite sides of the Elevado das Bandeiras, or as already mentioned here, Elevado do Joá. Luckily, Enzo managed to lose them and went to the right side, while "A" and "B" went to the left. As he passed through the tunnel, Enzo accelerated the bike even more and could see them from a long way ahead. He looked at the speedometer for the last time: 285 km/h. In front of him was an empty truck.

- Holy shit, what the fuck am I doing!

Yes, that's what you think. Enzo increased the rev counter and used the truck as a ramp to meet the crooks on the adjacent road. He projected his body forward and let off the handlebars. The motorcycle was no longer under his control. Enzo flew up and crashed into "A" and "B's motorcycle with his own body. The bikes rolled across the hot, smooth asphalt, while Enzo's BMW exploded in an incredible crash. "B" layed motionless on the ground, while "A" was still capable of moving, until he looked down at his knee, with the bone exposed. He looked with a furious expression at Enzo, who managed to crawl over to one of Marcos' pistols and shot "A" in the head, ending his life. With no strength, Enzo just lay down and stayed there until the other drivers stopped their cars to help him out.