Dead Reckoning. Don Pendleton
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Название: Dead Reckoning
Автор: Don Pendleton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Морские приключения
Серия: Gold Eagle Superbolan
isbn: 9781474044752
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The United States consulate in Jordan is firebombed, its staff mercilessly killed. With the group responsible scattered to hideouts in war-torn hot spots around the globe, Mack Bolan has to hit these terrorists hard before they can warn one another.
Soon Bolan is turning safe houses and desert refuges into killing fields as he battles to take down the terrorists three by three. But the last of the group vanishes just as Bolan discovers their ultimate target: an international conference in Switzerland headed by the American President. The world’s leaders are caught in the crosshairs, and the Executioner has to stop the splinter group before they strike a global deathblow.
The gunner in the Mercedes van cut loose with another burst
Bolan’s assault rifle spit flame, and the chase car’s left headlight exploded. His volley was too low and too far to the right as Grimaldi swerved to avoid incoming bullets, spoiling the Executioner’s aim.
He fired another short burst, strafing the van’s narrow grille. The fusillade wouldn’t stop the Mercedes immediately, but an overheated engine could slow them in the short run.
They had reached the last paved road before the riverbank, crossing from east to west, while north-south drivers blared their horns, shook fists and shouted curses in the Audi’s wake.
Road rage. Damn right.
The van was crossing the river, pursuing them, with the biker trailing it, decelerating now that he knew where the fight was headed. Bolan hoped the guy would be smart, turn back and live to see another day...
But that wasn’t Bolan’s call. He had four men to take out, at least, before they finished him.
Dead Reckoning
Don Pendleton
Justice delayed is justice denied.
—William E. Gladstone
Justice may be late sometimes, but it’s inevitable. I don’t judge my targets. I am their executioner.
—Mack Bolan
For John Christopher Stevens and Sean Smith
Contents
Zarqa, Jordan
The mob was heating up outside. СКАЧАТЬ