He turned his head to look at the Purifier with the gun. "Going to fuck up Vargas' plans? Go ahead."

Marcelo was determined to die on his own terms and not Vargas'. He continued using acid on the back of the cabinet and wall. The fumes from the acid were not making him feel all that great. Even with what protective gear he managed to reach in the cabinet. But he saw himself having a limited time left.

Even more if this Purifier was more than talk with his gun pointed at the Brazilian's head.