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False Front. Don Pendleton
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isbn 9781474023832
Автор произведения Don Pendleton
Жанр Морские приключения
Серия Gold Eagle Superbolan
Издательство HarperCollins
The Executioner stared into the man’s eyes
“You aren’t a Tiger. Who are you working for?”
An evil smile curled the lips of the man on the ground. “You will never know,” he spit.
“What have you got planned for America?” Bolan asked. He could see that the man’s time was growing short. He’d bleed out in a few minutes. “What’s Subing going to pull off in the States?”
“That…I will…you,” the dying terrorist said, “because you…will never find him in time.” He paused, then breathed out one faint and final word. “Nuke.”
Charlie Latham looked at Bolan. “Oh, hell.”
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False Front
Mack Bolan®
Don Pendleton
Whatever deceives seems to exercise a kind of magical enchantment.
—Plato,
The Republic, III, c.350 B.C.
There are two kinds of evil in this world—the kind that’s planned, reveled in and enjoyed, and the kind to which men who are otherwise good fall prey during weak moments. Many have been the victim of the latter. My mission is to obliterate the former.
—Mack Bolan
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
The smell was what he noticed first, a blend of old and new. At one time there had been cattle in the building and the scent of manure still lingered. Hay had been stored in the second-floor loft but it had molded away, leaving only its stench.
The scents of rotted wood and unwashed human bodies, however, were current. Old and new, the numerous odors combined to produce a smell far more nauseating than any one could have generated by itself and, as he stepped into the barn, the foul mixture hit Candido Subing like a baseball bat between the eyes.
Subing stopped just inside the door. One odor was separate from the others and seemed to rise alone above them. And it filled the air like a hanging corpse.
Fear.
Subing had caught the man following him off guard with his sudden stop and his fellow freedom fighter slammed into his