MUSHROOMLAND, COLUMBIA
T he Executioner’s men had no warning.
Still mourning the death of their leader, they were about to have a meeting to elect a new one. Millions of dollars, drug money, was about to come in this week, and someone had to lead the way. And since they had lost too many children to this Alice girl, they had to plan to kidnap and enslave more children soon. Poor children, orphans, were their best candidates.
But none of this went as planned.
Why?
Because of the man in the blue suit with white stripes and golden buttons. The man in the hat with a little bit of bad skin as if it was about to peel off. The man with the hookah who always wore white gloves.
At first, he looked like a silly magician out of a Hollywood movie or something, getting out that plane with two machine guns in his hands and strings of bullets on his back.
Although they had seen him earlier, quirky and full of life, he had turned into a man with no expression on his face. A dull look, heartless and uncaring.
The Pillar shot left and right. Up and ahead. No mercy. No second thought. Not wincing for a moment. Not retreating.
Blood spattered all around and on his suit. He didn’t care.
On his face. He didn’t notice it.
He loaded his guns again and walked like Clint Eastwood shooting left and right.
None of them had a chance to match his skill.
Those who were new in the business wondered who this man was. How he had acquired such skills, and how in the name of mushrooms and grins, he dared infiltrate Mushroomland.
But those who’d been here for a long time knew him well. Those were the ones who began running first, although he chased them one by one and finished them.
Those were the ones who knew his name — Senor Pillardo, who had once been one of them.
Everyone had feared Senor Pillardo, but why he was shooting at them now remained a mystery to all.
One of the last survivors, lying panting on the grass, saw the Pillar standing among the piles of dead drug traffickers. He watched him retreat back to his plane, about to take off.
Suddenly the dying man knew him. “You’re…” he stuttered. “It can’t be!” he watched the Pillar taking off, and knew that the man in the blue suit wasn’t finished yet.