The Final Death: Number 29 in Series (The Destroyer)

The Final Death: Number 29 in Series (The Destroyer)

Warren Murphy

Language: English

Pages: 149

ISBN: B00NFUIDR4

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Final Death: Number 29 in Series (The Destroyer)

Warren Murphy

Language: English

Pages: 149

ISBN: B00NFUIDR4

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The owner of a chain of steakhouses is found slaughtered in a forest, strung up in a tree and drained of blood. Next, an entire hotel is poisoned by tainted meat. They are seemingly completely unrelated crimes - only Chuin, the last living master of Sinanju, sees them for what they are: the start of an ancient and terrible prophecy.

A radial Chinese cult has waged war on the meat-eaters of America, but they are hiding a supernatural and terrifying secret. As Remo and Chuin investigate the stacking murders, they realise the conspiracy runs deeper than either of them imagined.

Is it too late to break the curse?

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Breathlessly action-packed and boasting a winning combination of thrills, humour and mysticism, the Destroyer is one of the bestselling series of all time.

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un­til Ja­cob had run up and thrust his gun out. “Hey,” said Ja­cob Schon­berg­er. “You can’t come in here.” “I just did,” said Re­mo, not want­ing to get in­to the phi­los­ophy of be­ing. If Ja­cob had been as in­tel­li­gent as Irv­ing was, they could have been in the hall all day dis­cussing the vi­abil­ity of Re­mo’s ex­is­tence with­in it. Ja­cob had sud­den­ly seen Irv­ing sit­ting against the back of Re­mo’s leg. He moved back. “What is this?” he said. “This is a hall­way,” said Re­mo.

some­how man­aged to throw the met­al in­to her pro­peller, it would prob­ably just bounce off and do very lit­tle dam­age. So let him catch up. Let him run in­to the plane. Let him get mashed against the side. Let him get sliced in­to cold cuts. Come on, Mr. Wise Guy Su­per­man. Come and get it. Mary had reached take-​off ve­loc­ity. She felt her stom­ach set­tle as the wheels of the plane left the ground. She saw the air­field drop away from her wind­shield. She laughed again and looked back

what?” “Your four per­cent share,” said Chi­un. “My what?” “Your five per­cent share,” said Chi­un, cold­ly, then turned away and told the wall: “All agents are ban­dits.”

poi­son­ings but no­body died and it didn’t seem like the end of the world when our guys couldn’t find out the cause of the poi­son. And then came that busi­ness in Philly and all those peo­ple dead. And that made it some­thing else. More se­ri­ous.” “I’m sur­prised at you. I was briefed by the FBI and the CIA and all the fed­er­al agen­cies and de­part­ments and I was nev­er told a word of this,” the new Pres­ident sniffed. “I’m sur­prised they with­held it from me.” “They didn’t with­hold

dropped them in­to a hole in the floor. The car­cass then gave up its fi­nal few drops of blood. Fur­ther down the line, an­oth­er big boy reached in­to the steer’s bel­ly and start­ed haul­ing out the en­trails, pulling them to­ward him like a large pot in a pok­er game, with both hands, then hurl­ing them down a near­by chute. An­oth­er ma­chine peeled back the body skin un­til the meat-​laden car­cass was ex­posed. The trail then led in­to the freez­er. O’Don­nell was talk­ing to Vin­nie.

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