Rafael_Zimichut

A series of murders in Cathedrals across Brazil are carried out without a trace, however, In the last murdered, history professor Carlos Cardeñas leaves a clue, a dagger drawn in his own blood and a numerical sequence.
With the pressure from the media on the case, the chief sees no other solution than to call the most expressive name in the Police today, the unusual detective Sandro Palmeira, who in his own way puts the pieces of the puzzle together and discovers that a sect who gave rise to Nazism wants an object that has been in the possession of the family of Carlos Cardeñas since the era of the Templars.
With the help of Camila and Bernardo Garcia – the best known reporter in the current media who discovers the truth about the continuity of the thousand-year Reich started by Adolf Hitler.
Contrary to popular belief, the Nazis are all around everyone and the most prominent name under the Führer is bloodthirsty.
Everyone tries to find out why neo-Nazis so much want this object protected by the Cardeñas family, but only Carlos' grandson, Henrique Cardeñas (a young man used to a life full of drugs, ballads and a total lack of interest in his family's history) has the key. to unlock the secret. Henrique finds himself overnight fighting the ghosts of the past that insist on haunting his family generation after generation.

A SHADOW BEYOND DARKNESS

JUAN WAS AHEAD of the investigations involving the current Prime Minister into a criminal organization that were associated with all kinds of situations, prostitution, drug and women trafficking and, above all, clandestine struggles. Realizing this way, this is the "baby" of the Prime Minister, who many people said was the most bloodthirsty man that could exist on the face of the Earth, and that in some very special situations, he himself fought and had never lost to anyone.


          Their first meeting had been at a party at the French embassy, ​​and worst of all was the damned man's indiscretion in insisting on staring at his daughter - of course Juan admitted that his daughter was extraordinarily beautiful - but that wasn't sorry for looking at her like that, the least a man in the prime minister's position would be discretion.


          Despite his mind taking turns between the present and the past, the fury of seeing his opponent being exonerated by a unanimous decision by the popular jury made him distressed, it was as if a lifetime's work was being unraveled in front of him.


          Martín Gonzalez waved at the judge and turned and waved again to the people in the courtroom and walked towards him.


          — You did an excellent job, Senhor Hernandes, but not this time.


          Martín's smile is dangerous — thought Juan Hernandes — I need to be careful from now on, the best thing I did was send my wife and daughter on a trip...


JUAN WALKED OUT TO THE BALCONY and looked at the moon, his wife Sophie loved to look at the moon while she wrote her poems. Despite not being best sellers, the books had gained some prominence among Spanish poets, they had even invited her to write poetry in a column in the local newspaper, but this he believes is due more to the fact that they are married, and with that gain access to certain information and privileges.


          If it weren't for the shadow, Juan would never have dreamed that he was accompanied at that moment, but even so, everything seemed in slow motion because of the drunkenness.


           As quickly as he drew his weapon, his tormentor snatched it from his grasp in a whiplash that bordered on perfection.


          — Who are you? — He whispered trying not to draw attention to maintain some dignity because of the drunk.


          — Let's say I'm the herald of death — said the beautiful assassin wearing a slightly eccentric outfit, shorts almost as short as panties with a rubber jacket.


          This woman looks like Catwoman from the Batman movie...


          Juan laughed as he had never done in his entire life.


          — This can only be a joke — he said, trying to contain his laughter.


          The blonde did another somersault passing over him as if he were one of the most skillful felines made by Mother Nature, and before Juan turned to see again the beautiful assassin had passed a steel line around his neck without there being the slightest possibility of get rid of it.


          Despite the assassin's superhuman speed, that moment felt like an eternity to Juan, every second felt like hours of suffering, no matter how hard he tried to pull the thread, but it ripped his skin.


          The last image he saw while he was still alive, a demonic grin from the assassin as she made the sign of the cross.


          Pain was the last thing Juan didn't feel in his life.


 NEMESIS PUT A ROSE in the deputy's mouth and drew a circle around his head with his blood and smiled.


CHAPTER 74