A man retired in the road.
A man with many problems.
A old man very dangerous


After his initial failure as a secret service agent, when he was unable to capture the Lord of Lords in Caracas, Zacharias Sanchez was assigned to the regions of Arizona and New Mexico during the Second World War, ... His investigative career was abruptly interrupted when he was accused of the murder of actress Noa de Haro and her fiancé Bradley Willis in an obscure case that was never solved in Mohave Village.

  Since then, he has been living undercover as an independent free agent. A completely different branch of activity from his police career, until he decided to retire. 

That's when another kind of trouble began.

The Retired Zacharias Sanchez

Marshal MacPoint arrived in a very happy day, it was a most remarkable day. Four fresh and beautiful young Chinese girls had arrived. They thought they would be working in a laundry. They had taken her to GLF's whorehouse. Three of them had been raffled off. The prettiest one had been given to her for free. She loved it. The young woman had fought back, and he had brutally possessed her. The rooms were soundproof. That's why he had enjoyed it so much. Now they could be of the one he wanted. They were always for him the first time. After that. It didn't matter. The fight had made him very sleepy. 


He opened the fridge and uncorked a beer. As soon as he drank it, the sleepiness increased. He almost crawled into bed. He was so sleepy. 


He woke up. He had slept all day. The light in his room was on. He had forgotten to turn it off. He tried to get out of bed and couldn't move. He tried to speak and could not. 


In front of his bed sat the man in the Cadillac. His face was bruised. 


 Violently he tried once again to get out of bed. He was handcuffed on his feet. His left arm was around his neck and with a handcuff, which reached to the end of a chain that connected to the handcuff that immobilized his feet. The man pulled the chain and forced him to sit up. 


He could not speak. The strap in his mouth prevented him from doing so. 


The man in the Cadillac placed in front of him a typed piece of paper with the following written on it: "I, ______________, Sheriff of ______, freely declare, without duress, the following facts. I declare them both to the Sydney Time, the New South Wales Police, the Provincial Court and the Departmental Supreme Court. He added with a magnificent handwriting a good part of his misdeeds and those of his group, the cover-ups, the executions, the kidnappings, the rapes, all the things that Edali knew about. All the things that Edali knew about; there were many others to be discovered, but what was detailed there was more than enough for a judicial investigation. 


The Sheriff denied with a frightened gesture. 


 The man in the Cadillac nodded with a gesture of kindly understanding. He left the room. He returned with some battery recharging cables and placing the clamps in each ear, he calmly attached the ends to a cut cable, which had a plug. The sheriff's eyes widened in horror. Calmly the man in the Cadillac plugged in the socket and sat down to look at it. 


Veins sprouted in his neck and his ears began to smoke. A few minutes later, when the smell of burning flesh was unbearable and after the man fainted, releasing all his sphincters, the man unplugged the cable and threw him a bucket of ice water; again he pointed to the leaves, then pulled out a matte paper fountain pen and with a friendly gesture invited him to write. 


The lawman didn't look very brave, he was snorting like a bull. While the man in the Cadillac yawned with annoyance. He shrugged his shoulders, picked up a hammer and conscientiously, precisely, with all his might, smashed one of the other's knees. 


The Sheriff nodded in despair, his face full of tears of rage, pain and humiliation. He would see how he would get out of it. That fool would pay for it, and in spades. 


The man in the Cadillac placed a ledger in front of him and politely handed him the pen. 


Chapter 6