Chapter 11

Mapanare looked at him awkwardly.

--I want to see how good he is at playing billiards,--" Zacharias said, crossing the table and getting into position. He disrupted the play and moved the balls back into position.

Without asking permission he said.

--1 on 6 and 3. He did so and all three balls went in with pinpoint accuracy.

Then 2 in 9, 11, 3 and 7.

Having said this, he made the play, to see how the balls went in with mathematical precision through the openings in the table, while the parishioners left the place.

--I have been told that one can have fun getting to the right place. Since yesterday your boss informed me that he was invited to the movies, it occurred to me that maybe I could...You know...That you could get me...Well .... friend You know...One's needs besides a few good beers-he said mockingly, as he made another move that made 3 more balls enter the table. The 15 balls went in with certainty.

--Beginner's luck,--" he said with a chagrined smile and placing the stick on the man's chest said,--- "I'm a fortune teller. You are thinking how to draw the gun and shoot me. You are waiting for an oversight to shoot. Try it. You may get lucky.

The men locked the door of the store. Sanchez entered at the end, pushing aside the curtains without taking his eyes off Mapanare and the others.

--Mr. Ferrel. A pleasure," --he greeted jovially as he entered the brothel. He saw the three Chinese girls and other young women. Dressed in transparent baby dolls, sitting on a huge circular sofa. With fear, frustration, hopelessness on their faces.

The man with the look of a retired wrestler rushed towards him, to be stopped with a billiard ball, thrown with mastery and great force by Clark in the middle of the forehead, which impacted him brutally, making him fall back, trying to grab uselessly from the tables to avoid losing his balance, to fall shockingly at the end of the room between chairs and tables, remaining inert there.

-- My friend. Don't think you've gone too far. You have helped us a lot. It was a business that wasn't producing what we expected. He's getting serious about sleeping with the Jewish bitch. The worst thing that could happen is you get her pregnant. Imagine that. A Jew/Hispanic mix of garbage.

--I intend to help you as much as I can. What have you thought about what's going to happen? It seems to me there's going to be a very interesting front page story in Sydney Time tomorrow. That's the rumors. I think he'll soon be famous. As for the girl, I'll be damned if there are any men in this town.

-You won't see him. I can assure you.

-- Of course I will. Tomorrow I'll go to GFL opticians to get some glasses. I'm not seeing very well. -- He said, not taking his eyes off the thugs for a moment. Now they didn't look so menacing or fierce.

--You'll see worse. --The man exclaimed with conviction, as the others slowly took up their positions for the coming gunfire.

Clark with astonishing speed pulled out his automatic and shot Mapanare twice in the forehead and he collapsed long and hard, causing the Chinese girls to scream in horror and begin to cry, "Me!

-- Who else? You?" --he asked one of the thugs, "You? he asked with a gesture to another.

The men desisted in terror. It was one thing to frighten honest farmers and single women, and another to face a cold, professional killer.

--Upps... I'll take these three girls... Compliments of the house?"- pointing to Ferrel, paralyzing the rest of the men,-- "I'll take them .

He motioned to the girls and they fell in behind him. While the others walked imperceptibly towards him.

--Give me the chance, Ferrel. Do it. I want to see what 7 bullets look like in that piece of shit you've got.

The men were dumbfounded. No one. No one had ever dared to speak to the almighty man like that. He in turn looked confused, scared, out of ideas.

--What's the matter, Gunther? A Hispanic ape brings you problems you don't know how to solve?

--You damned dirty ape. You want to make yourself equal to human beings," --said the man with hatred, "That your damned ancestors lived naked in trees and came here after eating potatoes with skins, here they learned to eat meat with potatoes.

--And yours came here, learned to bathe and wear shoes. We are not so different. That doesn't mean we're going to stop Australians from having a decent life in their own land...

--You're a bloody professional killer. This town is mine. I made it. Everyone eats and lives well because of me. Here comes a parasite, a lazy, lazy, Hispanic worm, who doesn't know where the word "work" leaves off to destroy everything.

--And you an abuser of innocent people. You did nothing. You stole the effort of many, you murdered the creators of work and progress... to appropriate the effort and inheritance of many innocent people is not worthy. You will pay for what you did. With only three weeks here I was disgusted. I'll be anything. But I have never seen a sewer as rotten as you.

He left the place disappointed with the girls stamped on his back... In the end the almighty turned out to be a coward, who deflated at the drop of a hat.

. Without ceasing to give the men the front, he arrived at the door. With two shots he smashed the lock and got out. He saw his Chevrolet Holden with the tires flat and the hood open.

He pointed to the Chevrolet Apache . The young Chinese women quickly climbed into the box and he quickly started the truck, backing brutally into the middle of the street. He engaged first and took it to 40 miles, then clutched 2 times in a row and took the truck in second to 75 miles, when it almost looked like the crate would burst, he engaged third.

--Someday, these things will get a fourth,"-- he said when the truck was running the speedometer at 95 miles per hour.

That same night Gunter's goons disbanded. In the morning five light blue Holden Commodores from the police investigations were parked in front of the GFL offices.