He walks up to the entrance of the convenience store and notices that the same vehicle is still idling in front of it. "The driver must be using the restroom," Perez thinks to himself. He enters the store and scans for the counter. Once he locates it, he sees the clerk behind the counter and waves as he makes his way to the hot food section. He examines the variety of sandwiches, but ultimately decides to order three Polish sausages. He grabs three hot dog buns and adds ketchup, mustard, relish, and hot sauce to each one, then places the sausages on top. After wrapping them up, he grabs a soda and heads to the counter. When he reaches the counter, he places his items down and says to the clerk, "How are you doing? I'm going to pay with a card." Just as he finishes speaking, a man with a pistol rises up from behind the counter where he had been hiding.

“That explains why this lady looks scared,” Perez says, raising his hands in the air. The masked figure behind the counter is about six feet tall and weighs between 175 and 200 pounds. Perez detects a hint of nervousness in the young man's voice as he yells, “Just shut the hell up, goon, or I will splatter your brains all over the counter and floor.” Perez looks up at the mirrors to make sure the guy is the only one in the store and doesn’t have any accomplices.

“Look, I just want to pay for my things so I can eat. I don’t want any trouble,” Perez said confidently. He showed no signs of fear in front of the gunman. He does notice the strange tattoos on the man’s neck and arms, designs he had memorized over time.

The gunman pushed the woman down, threatening to kill her and her family if she moved. As he points the Glock at Perez, he walks around the counter toward him. “Sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but thanks for your contribution of your vehicle and wallet. Please hand them over to me. This is not a request,” the gunman said, smiling as he extended one hand while keeping the other on the gun. Perez assesses the situation carefully before responding. He understood that if he complied and handed over his wallet and keys, the man might still shoot him and the clerk. Conversely, if he refused, they both could end up shot. He needed to rely on his training and wait for the right opportunity to act. Within seconds, the gunman’s anger flared. “Hurry up, or I’m going to shoot you!” he shouted. “Hold on, sir,” Perez replied as he reached into his jacket pocket. He grabbed his wallet and simultaneously activated a switch hidden within it. As he pulled the wallet out of his jacket, he ducked and threw it at the gunman. The blades concealed inside the wallet struck the target dead on. Perez seized the gunman’s arm and twisted it at the elbow, breaking it with a sickening crack. The man screamed in pain, but the blades had lodged into his throat, causing blood to ooze out. After disarming the gunman, who fell to the floor, Perez removed the blade wallet from the man’s neck.