JOHN BOLT 
7 MEN TO KILL, ROBERT HAWKES PRESS CITY / NARC # 2, 1975 7 Men to Kill, the second volume of the Narc, opens like a western. Three shots were fired in Central Park and John Bold, fearless anti-narcotics agent , galloping towards them on his nag rental. " Hue, casseroles! [...] Show me just what you have in the belly ." Nestled in his armpit holster, takes the usual Colt .45 ordering " this automatic bullets with stopping power sufficient to raise a man soil," and all around our man sits The City, this menacing entity post-spillanienne " who was dying of a massive heroin overdose ." The scene is set. His immutability is the only apparent dramatic anime series . John Bolt facing urban wildlife junkies and gangsters, all repeating the same episode after episode scenes in a series of pictures to look interchangeable, the same environment simply accented with here and there by small details. Here: a park, a horse, snow. The author of the plaque on his score as a construction worker stacks bricks on the cement. The rest is known, it's solid . The eternal complaint cop's violent and sadistic thugs, the generic infinite edgy riffs punctuated by some to better maintain the attention of readers. No need to change the formula. It sticks to perfection. Thus, in the beginning of each episode of Narc, a colleague of John Bolt is to slaughter the bastards by drug traffickers. is the emotional spark to the starter . -The effect on the primary justification of our hero. He was already on a mission against crime who snort, smoke and goes down but here it is now transfigured, just assumes the office of avenger sworn by law but also seeking to satisfy a desire for revenge all staff . Unfortunately, in 7 men to kill our hero has no friend at his side to wipe away a bullet. And the author has the horse on hand to launch his little scheme. So the horse that toast. " get shot, it was part of the risks of his trade him, federal agent, but to attack an animal that wanted nothing to anyone who had anything to do with the quarrels of men, it was simply unforgivable . "
reassure the 50 million animal lovers, the horse will be avenged. Well avenged.
John Bolt takes care .
" I think seriously about giving your name to this service, given the regularity with which the Department provides us with gunshot wounds " throws him a guy emergencies page 54.
Yet, if we count deaths (violent) and injuries (gunshot), it should feel damn happy, hospital doctor, not having been transferred to the morgue the corner.
For in the literary world of Narc, cold rooms, I imagine badly congested at Gammon bloody .
Especially when, during a few chapters, our hero changes his colt order (not already disgusting question terminal ballistics) against a weapon from his clothing, " a shotgun as powerful as a rocket launcher . " Change cavalier! If the waltz is practiced at two ends of the lead, next door to Narc, by cons know no numerical limit - except that of paginal counted. 158 units to service. That's enough. We shoot first and then we put the plot . In 7 Men to Kill, John Bolt has to face Paris Whitman, " the most dangerous man he had ever met ," a black dinguo-mad former officer violently beaten by narc Racist cops and taking revenge since the wasp American society by breaking with all his ex-colleagues whites. The horse was not fully satisfy our author. And John Bolt is saddled with a false dilemma: revenge of the infamous Paris Whitman suffered while preventing, at once a gun, to crack down longer. False dilemma because, as the author writes, " activity Bolt left only limited space to feelings." And forward for décarpillade of the Maccabees, the guys holed counted - not to mention all the girls and battered vehicles exploded.
7 Men to Kill follows the usual routine of the series . Shootings, ambushes, and large Barouf prosecution. And if the lead locomotive has no power (hallucinating necessarily) a SCUM Joel Houssin , the wake remains good: Narc will soon , Narc is strong and although the final duel is shipped in three rounds of 45, Narc does not disappoint. Try if you can find.
is without doubt the best series of super-Dude urban edgy and super-over-armed either.
THE TREASURE OF THE NAZIS 
another story of treasure and Nazis, a theme already read (among others) by Ange Bastiani ( Treasury Nazis, Black Press 1969) and René Charvin ( Panther Swim Sait, Arabesque 1968) and operated by small-format comic. A publication
Andre Guerber (I presume) dated 1978.
The designer is not credited, it's stupid, it has a nice leg between Magnus, the anonymous File X # 12 (in less lavish) and Jean Marie Arnon.
So Nazis' Treasure is an adventure Pussycat , mouse new kind of hotel, blending style Diabolik fetish fantasies of John Willie. Unfortunately, her super-heroine held BDSM appears only over time a few boxes. The rest is spent in a two-piece belt and scarf very adventuress classic. It's sad. Thank
still the wide notch of her blouse . It helps concentration.
short. Pussycat meets a nice former Nazi looking to get their hands on the treasure he had hidden war in Greece. Wicked offspring of Nazis are hot on her heels. They fight a little. There are also Arab villains ...
... and of fuck ...
... and then the torture of a young virgin.
C is free, it's nice, it the climax of number .
Appraisal: a small format damn good, damn exciting even not to miss under any circumstances .
As for the lover of this type of story, I quote this comment as Maciste, intrepid popular bookseller, posted here :
" Those who are fond of stories of treasures hidden by the SS and other Nazis, may also read: Eagle Eye monocle Remy (Hachette, 1962) [and] Keel gold Desmond Bagley (Robert Laffont, 1965, this is the treasure of Mussolini). "
That is said!
Langelaan, WRITER-SPY 
THE DOLPHIN SPEAK TOO GEORGE Langelaan
MEDITERRANEAN CLUB GEORGE Langelaan
Robert Laffont / SECRET AGENT # 13 & 34, 1964-65
a sacred character, this George Langelann! Secret Agent English and French man of letters, the lover of popular culture knows it without knowing for its new post-SF Kafkaesque The Fly, adapted for film several times. Near
of Aleister Crowley and passion of these facts damned expensive to Planet team, he tried many things but his original training caught up with him constantly.
Top 50, he wrote his memoirs with a secret agent (Langdon Appointed A) and in 1964, following the trend of the moment, launches collection of espionage Editions Robert Laffont .
On its label, back cover, he smokes a pipe, like Peter North, but enlisted a parrot on his shoulder - the emblem of the collection and personal fantasy.
Man is an original. It tracks the ghost in mansions and type in French novels in the English action, giving the kind eight books, all published in his collection Parakeet, all featuring his famous couple spies: Sandy Grant Garnet and Foncine , muscles and head, the English mad dog and the French gentleman.
Duo conventional but competent. The charm works, even when Langelaan botches his stories in dietary habits.
example, in Club Mediterranee, the pair is sent to Sicily . This is their last published adventure and suspense novel based on the cover text reveals straightforward. " A space capsule goes astray and secret agents of the five parts of the world .. plunge."
That is unfortunate. The mystery of the first 120 pages is stale long before the opening of the book. And needless to rely on the action to catch this blunder. Without
brawl or shooting, Club Med is aptly named. It's spy camp Vacation. Note still a torture session ridiculous inspired by the pottery of Sunday and a love story with hints of marshmallow slow languorous.
However, if it gives (as many French authors) in the sobriety of petty ambitions, Langelaan is doing really quite well. It is neither amazed nor esbaudi but it remains pleasantly distracted , in every sense of the term, applied by the strong narrative. A book
resorts, somehow, perfectly combined with a lounge chair under the buttocks and a Panama hat on his head.
The suspense works by cons almost perfectly The Dolphin Talk Too, third adventure of the duo. The text of the summary of coverage and fourth in saying just enough to entice the reader and the novel starts off like a wheel.
A secret agent is discovered lifeless mutilated in the desert Sahara. Sandy Garnet and then investigate to Gibraltar to Tangier. They do not know and then they run and have only one subscript, code-named Dolphin.
not spread from their natural phlegm, our heroes then decode a series of secret messages improbable, shackle chess movements equivocal uncover double agents who turn out to be triple . This is the dance of espionage in English, with its little rules and codes hidden.
The highlight of the show is reached chapter 10, when Sandy discovers to his cost, in a secret laboratory, the real meaning of the word dolphin.
We suspected a bit but passage, as nervous qu'horrifiant, subjugates . Langelaan there found his great passion for the fantastic slightly tinged science fiction.
Unfortunately, after this cold bang, the author plunges helplessly in his meal plot. The sprint the last 60 pages becomes chaotic. The novel itself is struggling to conclude - the fault of an evil little convincing, with intentions and nebulae along with an assistant as a book of blue flowers in Delly. The latter is also treated all the time fields " bitch! " by our heroes (!!!) before I knew, in their hands, a wrongful death.
Too bad. Leaded by a speedy end, Le Dauphin Talk Too collapses. The balance was already unstable and acts more quaint.
But whatever. For if Langelaan work too often in the half-tone, his spy novels deserve to be (re) discovered, if only for their unique aspect: it sometimes seems to read Frank Gruber of rewrittant John le Carré from a scientific idea of Jacques Bergier.
Originality, even defective, must be underlined . And
supported.
7 MEN TO KILL, ROBERT HAWKES 
